Chapter 867 Invasion (10,000 Words)

"Hello, this is El Al, what can I do for you?"

"I would like to book two direct tickets to Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv, with departure time within today."

"Please wait a moment, madam. What time period do you need to book? Direct air tickets to Tel Aviv's Ben Gurion Airport include flight ELY303 at 9:12 am today and flight ELY305 at 2:00 pm. Do you want me to reserve a seat for you?"

"I need a flight at 2pm."

"Do you need a first-class or economy-class ticket? Flight ELY305, which takes off at 2:00 p.m., has three single seats in the economy class and six seats in the first-class cabin."

"In first class, the two seats should be as close as possible, preferably across the aisle."

"Okay, no problem. Two first class tickets for Flight 305 from BJ to Tel Aviv on Friday, May 24th at 2pm sharp, right ma'am?"

"Yes."

"Please tell me your name and contact information."

"Bar·Lukas, Zhao Langjun, the contact information is this mobile phone number."

"Please provide your passport information and credit card information. Ok madam, the flight ticket has been booked for you. If the flight is cancelled, I will notify you as soon as possible. El Al Airlines wishes you a happy day."

The phone hangs up. Bar Lukas, the brown-haired woman who can also be called Bar put down her mobile phone and looked at the man who put the document bag into the carbon black lock box.

A password box that is half a meter long and 30 centimeters thick is placed horizontally on the conference table. It is surrounded by carbon black and silver edges. It has a ten-digit random number mechanical code lock, a physical padlock, an electronic fingerprint lock, and a secret key hidden inside the black handle. buckle.

The man put the resealed document bag into the lockbox, closed the lid and checked every safety feature, then picked up the handcuffs on the side of his hand and cuffed the box to his wrist, adding the last, most powerful and reliable of insurance.

"The flight takes off at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Half an hour later we need to rush to the north of the city and board a direct flight to China Capital International Airport at Binhai Airport, which is still in normal operation. We will wait for six hours at the destination before transferring. If the flight does not In the event of a delay, we expect to arrive at 1 a.m. China time and 8 p.m. Jerusalem time. The headquarters will cordon off the entire airport and citizens within one kilometer along the route, and the documents will be handed over at the end of the runway."

The brown-haired woman Ba'er is not only a top beauty in appearance and figure, but she is also an excellent secretary in arranging and handling miscellaneous things. This is why men are willing to take her with them, in addition to solving some necessary problems on a daily basis. , he always needs someone to help him handle daily chores personally.

Not every sexy and capable woman can become a man's follower. In the Solomon Temple, people like Bar also have a 'position', and are finished products that have received professional training and selected bloodline, although the bloodline is bound to be far out of reach. A man, but she can at least have the position of 'servant' certified by the Temple.

"You did a good job. God wills it." The man never hesitates to praise his subordinates. Whether it is Ba'er or Tang Wei as a 'temporary worker', he always believes that even those with the most sinister intentions Utilization, as long as the superficial work is impeccable, then these low-quality products that should be discarded can also burn heat like oil and coal for themselves.

"God's will." Ba'er also read out this doctrinal sentence, solemnly and solemnly.

That was the slogan of the Knights Templar when they charged on the battlefield during the Crusades a hundred years ago. The fanatical belief would rise to the extreme as the spears and shields painted with red octagonal crosses struck each other. Seen from the perspective of the enemy , every time I hear this slogan, the cavalry has already broken through the bloody mud and brought the red mud leading to justice.

"The abandoned soldier named Tang Wei rejected your offer to become the agent of this temporary organization. Do we need to find a new agent before leaving to continue searching for the 'Virgin Mother' in this city?" Ba'er asked.

"He has never been the only choice. We chose him just because the reason why he is controlled by us is more pure and powerful, and the possibility of betrayal is relatively minimal. He is a filial son. I don't hate filial sons, because people who value family affection are better used by us. After this operation, the upline who originally managed this organization will be completely withdrawn, and the agent can be assigned at will, because it is no longer important here." The man lowered his head to check the handcuffs, adjusted them to a comfortable angle, and said calmly,

"Most of the people gathered in this temporarily drafted offline line in this city are just hugging each other for warmth, or they are thirsty for strength. They have never had the charter and beliefs of the Temple as a skeleton, so it is foreseeable that there will be a large number of people in the group. When trouble comes, everything will be broken after all. Now that the Secret Party and the Orthodox have set their sights on us, it is a behemoth that even the Temple Society needs to temporarily avoid, so the destruction of this temporary organization that is used to alert others is doomed."

"That 'Holy Mother'."

Ba'er didn't say anything, but she actually understood the man's thoughts. In the process of the 'Hive' rapidly growing and recruiting members on a large scale, it has basically completely screened the entire city for candidates who may have blood. . After the initial screening of nearly 15 million people, politicians and the upper class were controlled for a second fine screening. Until now, no suspected candidates have been found.

The possibility that the Holy Mother is in this city has been greatly reduced. There is no need to continue the search at the risk of being approached by the secret party and orthodoxy. Solomon's Temple has been dormant for hundreds of years and will have to wait for more than ten years. If the documents of the 'Utero' project had not been lost to this city, the man would not have even taken the risk of visiting this place in person. All actions of the 'Hive' should have been remotely controlled by the Temple.

Solomon's Temple is a secret organization from beginning to end. Different from the rulers of the Secret Party and Orthodoxy who appear in front of the stage, they are more like assassins of hard work and darkness. All actions are for ideals and justice. So this means that their size is bound to be unable to compare with the real behemoths. But always operating in the shadows also allows them to obtain some things that the secret party and orthodoxy cannot obtain by standing in front of the stage, such as 'forbidden power' and 'lost technology'.

"There is no need to confront the secret party and orthodoxy now. They know our existence, but they don't know our background, so they will not act rashly. The destruction of this temporary organization will give them a lizard's sense of having its tail cut off. Maintaining the illusion will help the Temple Association continue to develop." The man said, "When the real 'Son of God' is born in our hands, the Temple Association will truly have the capital to embark on the battlefield with the Secret Party and Orthodoxy."

"After all, regardless of orthodoxy, the secret party is now at its peak." The man's tone suddenly became quiet, "Even the 'Lord of Fire' of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (people in different regions have different views on the four monarchs) title) died in their hands. Regardless of whether this news is true or not, they must have the terrifying combat power to properly handle the next generation."

"I heard that the Lord of Fire died at the hands of an independent individual, a hybrid - a super hybrid codenamed 'butcher'. He is quite notorious in the international hybrid community, directly killing and destroying Many political enemies of the Secret Party. The mixed-race families in Somalia drifting on the sea were destroyed in his hands, just because of the 'Freya Wine Glass' they had salvaged in the Bab el-Mandeb Strait thirty years ago." Ba'er whispered.

(Freya wine cup: a cup that symbolizes the goddess of fertility and desire. It is recorded in Category B of the Ice Sea Fragments. It is said that it is a wine vessel made of dragon bones. The alchemical matrix engraved on the cup wall can refine blood. An unusual wine. The actual size of the table vessel, Freya's Goblet, is a huge object five meters high and two meters wide. It is regarded as a mythical artifact used by ancient dragons to purify their kin.)

"This is the first time I have heard of this. However, the style of the Secret Party has always been like this, so the Temple Society needs to lie dormant." The man said lightly, "The real fear of organizations like the Secret Party and Orthodoxy lies in their background and their impact on the world. In the control of economics, trade and political power, those with authority sitting at the high table can determine the fate of tens or even hundreds of millions of people at a single meeting. They can easily decide to manipulate currency interest rates and import tariffs to destroy an economy economically. For moderately developed countries, this is where they are truly terrifying.”

"If the power of a single body is not enough to be the Dao, the so-called super hybrid is just a false name, and the rumor that a single body killed the first-generation Dragon King is just a way for them to establish an 'iron fist symbol' to stabilize their authority, just like in the movie Captain America is on stage to perform a stage play." The man raised one hand and let Baa arrange the cufflinks for him, "In terms of single strength, any 'knight' of the Knights Templar under the Solomon Temple has never Don’t be afraid of anyone. Creatures like hybrids have an upper limit, but ‘knights’ never have an upper limit.”

"This is an inevitable fact." In front of the man, Ba'er, who was arranging his cufflinks, lowered her head and her tone was also full of affirmation. Her eyes illuminated by candlelight looked at the man full of faith and piety, which is the belief in absolute power. and steadfastness.

"This city can be temporarily shelved and buried. Now the Temple Society will turn its closer attention to the eastern seaside area of ​​​​the country. There we will harvest a stable mother body that has been under organizational observation and stocking to reach the fertile stage. It is also the head of the Chen family. The third qualified person after the lady and the Virgin." The man turned his head and looked at the skyline dimmed with light ink in the morning and dusk. In that direction was the north of the coastal city.

"Will there be any problems?" Ba'er asked in a low voice. This section of the secret party's documents means that the Utero plan has been leaked. It is difficult to guarantee whether there will be any obstacles to the closing of the operation on the other side.

"There will be no problem. The mother's body has been monitored since she was born. In an 'accident', she has gone through several years of training in the palace. She has been given ample protection measures. When she is 18 When he is old, he is sent back to his place of birth in order to stabilize his bloodline and mind and reach the peak state of fertility. Now is the time to pick the fruits." The man said, "The Temple attaches great importance to this, and the 'knights' sent out He is also the current chief and my younger brother. The temple will have confidence in him and I have confidence in him. The Yangcheng Lake in Kunshan is perfect for building the 'Spirit Realm', and his chief strength will be 100% No one can stop Bai's performance, even the so-called secret party's ace, orthodox Yue will face a reckoning if he comes into contact with him head-on."

"That couldn't be better." Ba'er breathed a sigh of relief. The man's younger brother, her 'servant', has been famous for a long time. The chief knight named Zhao Xuzhen is the strongest single combat power of the Knights of the Solomon Temple. .

"As an elder brother, I can't cause him any trouble." The man lowered his head and glanced at the 50Kg explosion-proof password box in his hand, then looked out the window at the heavy rain that had not stopped until the early morning, and said calmly, "Once this document A large-scale leak will inevitably bring resistance to his operations, and it must be safely returned to the organization."

"But it's really a coincidence." Ba'er also looked at the city that was swaying in the heavy rain in the dark, "The documents were actually sent to the city where the Holy Mother once lived. Fortunately, this city already had our tentacles so that everything could be carried out. It had to be so smooth.”

"." The man said nothing after hearing Ba'er's words. He looked at the heavy rain outside the glass curtain wall for a long time before saying, "Let's get on the road to the airport. We don't have much time."

He doesn't like coincidences. He did not say this, because just like divination, people who believe in divination and horoscopes are actually people who are not confident and need illusions to give them confidence and courage. As a person with confidence and strength, Zhao Langjun has never been superstitious about self-comfort. There is no so-called like, and naturally there should be no dislike.

But many things happening now are extremely coincidental. It was a coincidence that the place where the secret party handed over 'Utero' was in this city; it was a coincidence that the documents he originally planned to take back in person were actually obtained by the offline organization first; the earthquake that happened at the right time destroyed them Many of their traces are also coincidences. All the coincidences are somewhat shocking.

In the conference room, a loud cell phone rang, and the two people who were about to leave stopped.

Ba'er picked up the phone and looked at the incoming call on the screen. It was an unknown number. Looking at the order and header of the numbers, she could confirm that it was a domestic or local phone number.

She frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then answered the phone after the man nodded.

She held the phone to her ear.

"Moses, Moses, is Mr. Zhao Langjun, the 'Fujing Knight' of the Solomon Temple Church opposite, online?" A cheerful female voice just sounded on the phone. It was out of time and inappropriate for the style. The two people in the conference room heard this voice. Instant revulsion and unreasonable disgust arose because they smelled teasing.

Ba'er raised her head and looked at the man. When the man frowned slightly (he could hear everything about the call with his hearing), she put down her phone and put it on the speakerphone on the conference table.

The man raised his hand to signal Ba'er to continue speaking, but he remained silent.

"I'm his secretary, who are you?" Ba'er looked down at her phone and spoke calmly, trying to get rid of all emotions of surprise and hostility.

"You can call me 007 for now." On the other end of the phone was a very entertaining female voice, using the world-famous James Bond codename as her name.

"How did Ms. 007 know our phone number, and for what purpose did she call?" Ba'er continued to ask, while slowly walking to the main seat of the conference room, and gently kicked a black button on the bottom of the table. Sirens and red lights indicating martial law will be activated on all floors under their manual control below the 21st floor, and the entire building will be sealed off in a short time.

No matter who the person claiming to be 007 is on the other end of the phone, being able to accurately call and reveal their identity means that their location and current situation are most likely exposed.

"Purpose? Of course you know what our purpose is." 007 said, "Can you cooperate with the lockbox in the hands of the handsome and tall Mr. Knight beside you and give it to us for safekeeping? This is very important to us."

The man turned to look at the glass curtain wall. Outside he could only see the city in the wind and rain. In the distance were black straight buildings. He could imagine that somewhere in those buildings, there was a cunning woman looking through a high-powered telescope. Keep an eye on them.

But he did not choose to close the thick velvet curtains immediately. Instead, he calmly picked up the phone on the table, turned off the speakerphone and put it to his ear. He silently walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and observed the entire black city with heavy rain. ,"who are you?"

"Free people. People without faith." 007 said, and the change of tone can be thought of as she shrugged indifferently as she spoke, "Does it really matter who I am? Perhaps it is more important to care about your current safety. The really important question, Mr. Knight of the Solomon Temple, I have been asked to give you an ultimatum. We will launch a general attack on your building in ten minutes. If you can, please be kind and send us away except you and you. There is no need for irrelevant personnel other than the mobile artillery mounts, the poor people in the 'hive' at your mercy, to die in a massacre that has nothing to do with them."

"It seems you know a lot." The man's expression did not change. He looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and slowly moved his gaze, as if he really wanted to find the cowardly female thief hiding among the black buildings.

"You're flattered. All spies rely on intelligence. I still have a lot of basic information. At the same time, I regret to tell you that from my perspective, almost everything you do in this city is Everything is dancing on the red line, and you may step on a landmine and be shattered to pieces at any time, but miraculously you have been fine until now." 007 said, "Walking at night for a long time will bump into ghosts, Mr. Knight. You Play with the secret party, and the secret party will naturally eliminate you, provided that you find an opportunity, and now you just provide this opportunity."

"You are from the secret party." The man confirmed 007's identity.

"Who knows?" 007 laughed, "I speak Chinese so well, I might be an orthodox person and join the secret party! But no matter what my identity is, my purpose now is the same, which is to announce your death date. Since you stepped into this building yesterday, your life has begun to count down. Entering the symbolic period of "the last 60 seconds", I have to give you a voice broadcast attentively. You are like a candle in the wind. Life is counting down, right?”

"So this is a threatening phone call?"

"No, it's a pre-war declaration." 007 said seriously, "It is despicable to go to war without declaring it. Just like what you have always done, the people who are going to attack you now are full of martial virtue. If he insists that he wants to kill you, he must first tell you that he wants to kill you, so that you can be prepared to buy a coffin, write a suicide note, and prepare for the final shot with your relatives, friends, and gun mounts."

"Really." The man's expression didn't change much and remained as calm as water. "I'm very interested in the general attack you mentioned in ten minutes. Can you tell me how you will attack us? Or are you planning to come? A surprise attack.”

"Surprise attack? No, this is not his style!" 007 seemed to have been greatly humiliated, shouting in shock. Both Ba'er and the man could almost imagine her blushing face, "Who do you look down on? King Dragon Killer, he He went to the meeting alone, why should he conduct a sneak attack to kill you, a knight of the Templar Order? Otherwise, what is the meaning of this pre-war declaration and giving irrelevant personnel a chance to withdraw from the battlefield?"

Ba'er and the man suddenly looked at each other, with an inexplicable color flashing across their eyes, because the amount of information in the words on the other end of the phone was so great that they couldn't help but consider whether the other party was bluffing and making things up. .

"In short, your death is imminent. But there is a saying that goes well, if God closes your door, he will definitely open a window for you." The woman on the other end of the phone suddenly softened her tone, and the difference in tone was terrifying. It makes people mistakenly think that the two people talking before and after are two people, or two different personalities, as if the jump just now was entirely due to acting. If this is true, then the man will think that the person on the other end of the phone will be a perfect actor.

"I can also give you a choice. You will repeat all the information about the Holy Mother that you talked about in the conference room before, and all the news about the control of the Holy Mother by the Solomon Temple. I He will point out a way for you to survive so that you can avoid his massacre."

The woman's voice on the other side of the phone was very calm and full of a sense of charity from a superior, which added a touch of credibility. People could easily understand that she was not joking in any way. She was really making a suggestion and then looking for a solution. It's up to the man on the other end of the phone to think about it.

"It seems that you know lip reading and read a lot of conversations between me and my secretary while spying from the outside." The man did not care about the woman's threat, nor did he consider the woman's proposal at all. Instead, he deduced the meeting room from the side. All previous conversations were leaked.

"It seems that he refused." 007 said.

"I can't let anyone who knows the Temple's plans get away alive," the man said. "I've found you."

His eyes were fixed on the 3 o'clock direction, and he visually inspected a residential building 700 meters away in a straight line. Through the black wind and rain, his eyes were fixed on that 'point' like an eagle, where there was a glass, There were no lights on inside, so if there was really someone there, they must have been making this call in the dark, being extremely cautious.

"Yes, you are worthy of being a knight. I underestimated you. But what if you find me?" 007's voice jumped out again.

The man turned around from the floor-to-ceiling window and looked back, his golden eyes blazing. He no longer responded to the woman on the phone because he never answered questions from dead people.

The moment before he hung up the phone, there was a huge explosion of fried wheat, the roar of wind and rain, and the thunderous roar of monsters! At the same time, an explosion occurred in the residential building 700 meters away from the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was no fire, only the walls of the entire floor and the shocking scene of glass shattering neatly outwards, like an unparalleled force sweeping across that place. floor, destroying everything inside in the heavy rain!

The sexy beauty standing next to the conference table in the conference room of Runde Building slightly opened her bright red lips and looked at the scene in the distance in the heavy rain. No matter how many times she would be shocked and attracted by this violent beauty of power, she would be psychologically and physically moved. It will produce a feeling of sublime that is far better than the orgasm, causing the evenly balanced thighs of your own flesh and blood to tremble slightly.

The man did not look at the shocking scene in the distance behind him. The expression on his face was a little heavy. He carried the password box with one hand and walked towards the door of the conference room. Ba'er stepped forward to push the door open and followed him into the room where the emergency red light was already full. illuminated corridor.

In any case, their location and intelligence were indeed exposed, and they would not really wait ten minutes to find out whether the so-called "declaration of war" on the other end of the phone was true. The safety of the files in the lockbox is their top priority. This way they can avoid unnecessary battles and ensure the safety of the files is what they should do.

"The emergency alarm bell has been triggered. The entire building should be under complete martial law now. This building has been the property of the Temple Society since half a year ago. We have arranged many strategic arrangements in the building when necessary." Ba'er followed Run behind the man towards the direct elevator at the end of the corridor.

“Does this building have enough staffing reserves right now?”

"If there is really an organized and disciplined enemy attack, it should be able to block it for a period of time. In this downline organization, except for the cadres who are wandering around the city searching for hybrids, there are all the remaining ones who can be used after being injected with 'leech medicine' The soldiers are all here. According to the data left to us by the previous online, Building A of Runde Building has three prayer warriors who can release 'prayer' (word spirit), and ten can barely ignite the 'sacred fire' ( The rest of the divine fire warriors with golden eyes were injected with diluted leech medicine, and they only had some security guards with enhanced physical strength." Ba'er said quickly.

"It's time for them to sacrifice their lives for God. Even though they didn't have such faith before they died, after all, they died for our faith, so I bless them." The man quickened his pace expressionlessly.

"I suspect that the person on the other end of the phone is just threatening. She is not even a member of the secret party or the orthodox party. She is just a third party who knows the existence of the file and wants to bluff us to get some benefits." Ba followed the man. Er lowered his head and analyzed, "Our spies have been hidden around this building. Any suspicious groups of forces approaching this building will be warned in advance, but I did not receive any warning before this. "

"This city has officially entered the abandonment process. Notify the temple that it will abandon all contact to prevent our enemies from getting more information about us." The man stood in front of the elevator and pressed the call button.

"The car is ready downstairs. There is no traffic problem at this time. We can arrive at Chengbei Airport in twenty minutes," Ba'er said.

"Arrived in ten minutes, no matter the cost." The elevator door in front of the man opened. He and Ba'er walked into the elevator at the same time, but suddenly he stopped and stood in front of the elevator door.

Before Ba'er could react as she entered the elevator, the back collar of the secretary's shirt was pulled back by a huge force, and she was dragged out of the elevator. The metal floor of the elevator parked in front of her suddenly turned fiery red, reminiscent of a red-hot soldering iron. An intense heat wave twisted the air and rushed toward her face, like an invisible hand of fire. Two people's throats.

The man took his secretary's arm and backed away dozens of meters. He saw that the elevator was suddenly sent to the upper part of the elevator shaft amidst the roar of fire waves like a rocket with a fuse, and the entire elevator shaft was exposed. It's a raging high-temperature flame. The entire elevator shaft was instantly filled with violent flame elements. The fire light emitted from the elevator shaft illuminated the entire corridor on the 21st floor. The high temperature of thousands of degrees destroyed all the equipment in the elevator and also destroyed the corridor where the man was. The temperature rose to an unbearably hot 50°C, and this was just the aftermath of watching.

It is conceivable that if a man and Ba'er get into this elevator, they will end up being roast ducks in an oven that are sent to the sky. And the person who brought this soaring flame must be unqualified as a cook, because after the oven falls to the ground, What can be peeled off is black charcoal in the shape of a roast duck.

"Someone has blocked our retreat. The attack is real!"

Ba'er opened her eyes wide and stared at the elevator shaft where the flames were slowly fading. She couldn't believe it. It was not difficult for her to guess that this was not caused by a flamethrower or a flame pressure bomb. There is no flamethrower that can spray flames vertically up to the 21st floor and blow up a tonnage-level elevator, and there is no bomb that can make no sound when it explodes, leaving only manic flames - this is a 'prayer'. Power, dragon text hooks the rules and the destructive power released by the four elements!

"The 'Dragon Flame' in the prayer?" The color of the man's face finally changed. He looked at the inside of the elevator shaft that was as hot as lava with some surprise. In his impression, the prayer of 'Dragon Flame' ranked quite high. In the history of the Knights, there is only one knight who can control its power. According to records, that knight is still a very powerful chief knight.

The attack was real. As soon as the enemy took action, they blocked the elevator, the fastest escape route, forcing them to leave through the safe passage. This meant that the two sides were bound to meet and fight.

Without a man's order, Ba'er, who had calmed down from the fear between life and death, had already picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number of the security guard on the lower floor of the building. Her top priority now was to find out whether the enemy's attack had begun without their knowledge. At what stage has it reached? Is the so-called ten-minute pre-war declaration a cover-up, or is the man's act of killing the woman on the other end of the phone a direct blow to the clarion call for this battle?

A call was made to the security guard on the ground floor, but no one answered. She hung up the phone and dialed the next level, but still no one answered. She hung up again and dialed again. Repeated actions only received a monotonous response that no one answered. This also made Ba'er's expression become increasingly ugly. She realized that the enemy The attack came so quickly and violently that the defensive measures they thought they could withstand for a while began to fall apart at a speed far exceeding their budget.

A hybrid army hiding in the dark attacks? Or the secret party and the orthodox beheading force? If it is the former, then there is nothing to fear; if it is the latter, the threat is greater. The giant wheel cannot travel in the sewer. If the place they are in now becomes a battlefield, it will be extremely detrimental to the performance of the man as a 'knight'. The real power of the 'knight' needs to be unleashed on the open ground, and when this power is fully exerted When it's wonderful, both the legion and the elite troops are nothing more than chickens and dogs.

"What should we do?" Ba'er looked at the man. Now she couldn't make up her mind. The situation had escalated and it was time for the real person to decide the next course of action.

The man looked at the melting elevator shaft expressionlessly for a long time, then turned back with the handcuffed password box and walked to the conference room on the other side of the corridor.

Seeing the man's actions, Ba'er also understood.

The man is ready to invite you into the urn.

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On the 15th floor of Tower A of Runde Building, the door of the emergency corridor was pushed open, and a large number of security guards rushed into the corridor from the floor. They were on the 16th floor, the 17th floor and the 20th floor. The emergency corridor doors were knocked open one after another.

Dozens or hundreds of powerful men rushed into the corridor, which was not wide. The originally quiet and narrow space was suddenly crowded with people with their heads lowered, and a lot of adrenaline and hormones. The secretion fills the space with a powerful wild scent.

Looking around, you can see a scene that puts gun control laws in disgrace. Almost one out of every five security guards is holding a black metal firearm. They are all Israeli-standard firearms, weapons that should be managed by the country's military and police forces. The place appeared in their hands in a grand manner, and its level of armament reminded people of the BSC (Blackwater Security Consulting Company) in the United States.

Crowded in the emergency passage, hundreds of people moved down quickly. The armed men loaded their firearms, checked the ammunition, turned off the safety, and hung them again on their backs. They then used specially modified high-voltage electric batons with one million volts to kill. and sharp daggers.

In a narrow space, short-range high-destructive weapons such as electric batons and daggers are much better than firearms. For example, the Israeli-made Uzi with a high rate of fire is very likely to be counterproductive once it is used in this situation. Its power is as powerful as a light weapon. The name of the God of God is now in vain. In comparison, it is not even as good as the electric baton, a short-handed weapon that although it looks relatively inferior, it is still quite valuable in itself.

Everyone looked very grim. Half a minute ago, they received an alarm bell from the 21st floor of the building, which meant that they had been invaded. Whether it was a drill or something, they knew that once the alarm turned out to be true, Then they may encounter some tough enemies.

After a large number of security guards rushed into the emergency corridor, they first heard the thunder-like gunshots and the shrill roars of broken throats coming from the bottom of the building. These sounds came up step by step from dozens of floors below and were pulled. It seemed a little ethereal and distorted, with curses, gunshots and screams coming one after another. But after a short moment, it seemed to fall into silence again, leaving only the footsteps of the security guards approaching downwards in the corridor and the scraping of clothes.

The smell of sweat between people in the corridor became stronger and stronger, indicating that the tension was rising.

The security team downstairs is finished.

The most basic defense deployment plan of Runde Building A is the first security team on the ground floor, guarding the emergency corridor and elevator. Now that the elevator has been disabled by unknown flames, the enemy must have come up from the emergency passage. The distance from the ground floor to the 15th floor was undefended. It was not until the 15th floor that we started to move step by step. Now the opponent has stabbed the entire hornet's nest at once, and all the manpower in the building can only be squeezed into this space to fight. .

As the security force advanced to the thirteenth floor, the entire team suddenly stopped and seemed to have encountered an enemy. This made the brothers behind the corridor a little confused - the screams and gunshots downstairs fell silent. It took less than ten seconds to get down, and within ten seconds the opponent came up from the ground floor to kill him? Are you kidding? It takes half a minute to climb more than ten floors.

The brother at the front of the large army, who was also the one who signaled the hundreds of people behind him to stop, stood motionless in the stairwell, signaling everyone to be quiet. In the corridor, which gradually became quiet but still had many overlapping sounds of heavy breathing, everyone began to I heard the sound of footsteps, which were not neat but made a scraping sound on the floor.

The brother at the front listened for a while and realized that this was the sound of his slippers stepping on the floor at home. Could it be that the enemy was wearing slippers to invade their heavily armed security building? Isn’t this nonsense?

However, the next moment, from the corner of the stairs below, a right foot wearing slippers with distinct toe joints could be seen. When he stepped on the corner platform leading to the thirteenth floor, the brother knew that this was really not nonsense, because there was more. Oh no, as soon as the slippers came into view, a kitchen knife shining brightly under the white light of the stairs also appeared in the eyes of a group of people guarding the stairwell.

It was a boy who was still half-grown in his eyes, wearing a T-shirt and slippers. He was holding a second-hand new Shibazi as a kitchen knife. The metal handle was also engraved with 'SBZZ', which was often made fun of. A logo that translates to 'idiot retarded'. But now every man who sees this scene can't help laughing, because the kitchen knife has been completely stained red with blood. The silver-white kitchen knife surface and the bright and fake red blood form an amazing collision, and every drop drips on the floor. The drops of blood on it make people feel creepy.

This boy is even more scarlet-red, and the red on his T-shirt is the same as splash-ink art, but no one would find it beautiful, because the moment real blood touches the clothes, no matter what shape it comes into contact with, it will only make people feel horrified and dazzling. He used this kitchen knife to cut all the way up from the ground floor. This thought appeared in everyone's mind.

The boy stood at the corner without moving, and the dozen or so buddies guarding the corridor didn't fire either. This was a rather strange scene, but it just happened. No one moved, and no one knew what they were waiting for. When you see an intruder, you should pull the trigger and kill him when the distance between the two sides is perfect! But after all, there was no gunfire.

Everyone stared at the boy's blazing red eyes, and their breathing stopped. The fiery emotions that were supposed to respond to the enemy were like oil heating up a pot, but a bowl of chopped green onion fell to the ground. My mind went blank.

"The people downstairs are already dead. If you don't want to die together, get out of here." The pair of lava eyes stared at them, and his voice sounded like molten iron corroding minced meat. "But if you decide to shoot, then Well, aim better, because if you hit it wrongly, someone will die."