Chapter 1793 I Was Tricked (Please Subscribe!)

concert hall.

"Is it done?"

Looking at the three Burmese scientists in the distance, Fred felt bitter in his heart. After several months of acting, he was about to stop acting. During this period, he was under such pressure that he woke up several times a night.

in a dream.

"fraud."

"mean."

"Hang him, I didn't expect Fred to be such a person."

"shame."

"..."

He was dismantled countless times, his reputation was ruined, he became a street rat, and finally he was depressed for life. Although it is not the same as expected, the result is the same, and his mission is over.

Next.

It's the business of the consortium.

done.

All are happy.

not.

It has nothing to do with him, he can take a lot of money, retire, and retire. As for the alternatives, there is a consortium to finish, and he does not need to worry about it. He has read the plan and it is very good.

The festival is preserved, and you can spend your old age in peace.

. . .

Soon.

At the end of the dinner, the guests left the venue. Before leaving, they glanced at the three scientists. According to the itinerary, they will attend a seminar tomorrow morning and return to China in the afternoon.

I guess I don't have time to communicate.

actually.

Many people still hold contempt in their hearts.

Because the three of them have no experience of studying abroad, and have never seen the world, they are all lucky people who grew up in that primitive land, and have nothing to do with ability. Unlike them, they have a bright resume.

study.

winning.

effort.

A resume full of life.

What about the three?

This is probably the first time they have gone abroad. Thinking of this, many people feel more balanced. Although the spiritual victory method is nonsense, it is also an effective way to adjust the psychological state.

. . .

"Please."

People from the Swedish Police Department came up again.

"it is good."

Exit from the side door.

front.

It was two police cars driving the way.

rear.

There were five of them, including two special service vehicles. Inside were well-armed elites. All of them were very nervous. Other places were about to develop into small battlefields. They were under great pressure.

Twenty minutes later.

northern suburbs.

In a manor, the convoy stopped. This is the state guesthouse in Sweden. It is generally used for government reception. It is heavily guarded and there are military living around. Today’s security is doubled.

"Drink your honored guests."

get off.

The manager here greets you with a smile.

. . .

Greece.

manor.

"People stayed."

"it is good."

The old man said happily.

finally.

Things have returned to the right track, and the chips in his hand are considered to be clenched. The next step is to pull out the nail first, give it to Kovoro, give it to Sweden, and give an account of the previous failure.

"Do it."

"Yes."

. . .

on site.

"attack."

The big guys from the military were present, and everyone was very confident. Of course, the first execution party of this order was not them, but the military. They would wait until the absolute firepower suppression was completed.

order.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Da da da"

grab.

gun.

In a corner of a Swedish winter night, it rang at the same time.

"Boom!"

The factory building couldn't take it anymore and collapsed.

"it is good."

"Suppressed."

"continue."

"..."

There was an applause. Just now, they were pressed and beaten by the other party, and they dared not attack for nearly half an hour, feeling aggrieved. Now you can be proud of yourself, come on, no matter how good you are, you have a big guy.

We have too.

now.

They completely forgot that they were used first.

three minutes.

The opponent's weapon was misfired for three minutes. When the attack stopped, most of the ammunition had been consumed. In their opinion, the opponent must have been beaten, and the three weapons were estimated to be scrapped.

"rush."

Commands came through the headset.

then.

Streets and alleys.

Around the factory building, a figure appeared and surrounded the factory building. Soon, he crossed the wall, passed through the open space, stepped on the ruins, and carefully entered the remaining 'surviving' factory building.

"Forehead!"

After entering.

They petrified collectively.

"retreat!"

A loud drink.

Shouted out a heart-wrenching kick.

"run."

After seeing the inside clearly, this was their common thought. I saw that the three weapons were indeed almost scrapped, and there were some unused ammunition scattered on the ground, proving that they had just won.

But.

in the middle of the factory.

Twinkle, twinkle.

As if countless red eyes were blinking, these red lights were countdowns one by one. Through the lights they grabbed, they could clearly see that they were a bunch of frightening things.

——

Dynamite.

Not a few.

Not dozens.

Instead.

At least look at hundreds.

"Fuck!"

There are countless alpacas rushing past in their hearts. If it is an enemy, they can send peanuts, but this thing can only run, the farther the better, because the countdown is only one minute.

One minute.

God!

This time I really encountered a lunatic.

"withdraw!"

"Fast back."

"..."

He rushed out of the factory building and yelled. Some of those who were about to follow him shook their hands and almost didn't press the trigger. When they heard the sound and saw the panic on those people's faces, something must have happened.

There was no hesitation.

retreat.

Backwards at first.

soon.

After being overtaken by the people who rushed out of the factory building, at first glance, he didn't care so much. He didn't have time to ask, and just ran after him. After a while, the surrounding area of ​​the factory building was empty for 100 meters.

"what happened?"

Find cover and have time to ask.

"Explosives."

"??"

"A lot, a lot, those lunatics." The interpreter wiped away his cold sweat with a lingering fear. According to the power, that kind of thing piled up like a hill would be enough to clear a range of tens of meters.

"Get down."

"It's about to explode."

"..."

. . .

Greece.

manor.

"hiss!"

Looking at the last picture, the old man took a deep breath. If the previous heavy firepower was okay, it would be easy to end it, but if this pile of things exploded, things would be big.

because.

There is new news.

His channel also helped these people transport a lot of unknown items. I was worried about the unknown items before. Looking at it now, it is likely to be the red lights in front of me.

look.

At least two tons.

crazy.

This group of lunatics, once exposed, pull him into the water, absolutely enough to eat a pot.

How to do?

He didn't know either.

According to the countdown of the shooting time, there are less than ten seconds left.

ten.

Nine.

Eight.

three.

"two."

"one."

The old man muttered in his mouth, closed his eyes, couldn't bear to look directly at the scene at the scene, and automatically made up a scene in his mind. At night, Sweden, the capital, and countless people watched, the fire was shining.

Thick smoke.

shock.

Mushroom cloud.

Um?

After more than ten seconds, the old man muttered in his heart, why is there no sound?

"It didn't explode."

The butler said by the side,

Open your eyes.

The screen remains the same.

One minute.

two minutes.

Five minutes passed, and it was still the same.

"..."

them.

Been tricked?

"Go in and have a look." After hesitating, the old man ordered.

Immediately.

A person with camera equipment walked in and crossed the ruins. In an instant, that pile of things appeared on the screen. The difference was that the red countdown became a positive number.

‘00:25’

"00:26"

"..."

That picture is extremely dazzling.