Chapter 1596 Evacuation

boom!

Suddenly, the whole building shook violently, like an earthquake.

A dazzling light suddenly rose in London outside the window, and then thick gray-black smoke rose into the sky in the hurricane, blooming like a mushroom.

explode.

In the corridor, people running in a hurry screamed. A panicked secretary fell to the ground, and her broken high-heeled shoes were kicked far away under the trampling of the crowd.

The woman sitting on the ground screamed in horror, raised her hands and covered her face to avoid the impact.

But the trampling never came.

A big hand grabbed her arm, pulled her up from the ground and brought her to the edge.

"Be careful, madam." The slightly older man smiled kindly and patted the frightened secretary on the shoulder: "Take off your shoes and walk against the wall. It will be safer."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The secretary grabbed his hand gratefully and was about to say something, but the palm silently let go. The man in the suit turned around and left, as if going up against the crowd and disappearing into the corridor.

At this moment, the entire command bureau headquarters was thrown into chaos amid an unprecedented emergency evacuation alert.

But after the initial turmoil, they quickly returned to normal with the help and pressure of the guards, and they evacuated in an orderly manner from all parties' organizations.

For the bureau, which pursues rules and regulations to the extreme, it seems that everything related to the work level has certain rules, even during emergency evacuation.

All situations have been recorded.

As early as the moment the alarm was sounded, the security department had already rushed out to guard the key parts. The troops with live ammunition blocked the inside and outside, and the high-level officials were immediately sent to the safe house under the protection of the guards. At the same time, in order to prevent the Ascendants from causing chaos, they did not hesitate to use the Grand Mystery to suppress the operation of all stigmata and miracles.

At the same time, even in the face of such a chaotic situation, compliance with order and regulations has already been engraved in the bones of every staff member through years of work.

Even though he was criticized for being rigid and inflexible, at this time, he still maintained his amazing execution and obedience. Follow the rules and be methodical.

Witnessing such a scene with his own eyes, even Russell had to sigh: "Sometimes there are benefits to turning people into machines."

"Mr. Russell, Mr. Russell, where are you?!"

In the central hall on the 17th floor, the staff member holding the list raised his head and shouted hoarsely: "Please come this way, is Mr. Russell here?"

"here."

Russell, who was belatedly arriving, raised his hand, and someone immediately came up to verify his name tag and identity. Then he put on an orange vest that was different from ordinary employees, and opened the passage to the security elevator.

"Hurry up, hurry up, last one."

The supervisor who was walking quickly in front waved, his collar still stained with coffee stains, and his slightly round face turned red from the torment of blood pressure.

The staff next to him put the printed bracelet on Russell's hand, and the movement was crisp and clear: "Keep this safe, we will verify it again before getting on the helicopter."

The person who was stuck at the elevator door finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Russell arriving, let go of his hand, finally took off his name badge, scanned the card, and pressed the top button.

"Sorry, I borrowed it, I borrowed it."

Russell walked sideways into the elevator, smiled, and squeezed into the center as if nothing had happened from the dissatisfied gazes of many people.

Ding~!

The elevator doors closed and gradually rose.

The enclosed space was a bit crowded. Russell looked around, looking at the old man on the left and right who had been squeezed away by him, the middle-aged man who lowered his head and sucked in asthma spray, and the unhappy-looking men, as well as those leaning against the elevator. The female supervisor lowered her head and wiped tears for some reason.

Nodding.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

He raised his eyes, stared at the changing numbers in the elevator, yawned, and suddenly asked: "...Should I say 'Long live Hydra'?"

A moment of dead silence.

In the sudden sluggishness, the man who was lowering his head to inhale the asthma spray suddenly changed his expression. He opened his mouth, turned around suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of pale medicine mist. His pupils were already bloodshot, and he rushed towards him.

Before that, there was already a palm pressed against his face.

Under the well-pressed suit, an old watch slipped out of the cuff, reflecting the flashing red alarm light.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the ferocious face was pushed by the palm of the hand, hitting the inner wall of the elevator and embedded in it. The face was twisted, the bones were broken, and thick blood seeped out from the mouth and nose.

Russell's movements suddenly stagnated, and the two old men on the left and right, who originally looked like they were dying, stretched out their hands and entangled themselves in his arms. Deadly shackles.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man behind him stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, and twisted it suddenly. The female supervisor, who was leaning on the elevator and wiping her tears, had already pulled out a dagger from the folder and stabbed it into his heart.

But then, his expression froze and he fell to the sky.

Scarlet spurted out from the blood hole on his forehead.

As if by magic, an extra pistol appeared in Russell's hand. The old man who was restraining his left body suddenly changed his expression and subconsciously looked at the holster under his ribs.

The place was empty...

when!

But it was already too late. With the turn of his wrist, the downward muzzle of the gun was already aimed at his thigh, and he pulled the trigger. Severe pain hit him, and his arm couldn't help but loosen.

This is definitely the worst decision in his life, there is no second one, and there will be no more.

The moment he was half-kneeling on the ground, he felt the muzzle of the gun on the back of his head, with its hot residual heat, and issued a greeting.

In an instant, gun flames continued to burst out in the narrow space.

The man holding the right side of his body suddenly raised his hand the moment Russell drew his gun, and half of the sharp blade popped out from under his cuff and slashed toward Russell's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the gun body was already in front of the neck, and the sharp blade penetrated the gun chamber, destroying the gun, and the attacker breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he saw Russell put down the pistol, quickly caught the dagger falling in the air, and wiped it across his throat lightly.

settled the account.

The light of the sword, like an antelope hanging its horns, passed through the air and collided with the two sharp blades piercing from the corner of the elevator.

Then, the strong man who wanted to hang his head fell to his knees.

The dagger that penetrated the heart gently twisted, taking away the last strength.

The sound of steel colliding continued, and sparks flew.

The blood-stained old man turned back, loosened his tie, and looked at the last three passengers and the weapons they pulled out from under their suits and dresses.

I couldn't help but whistle.

"They are all good hands." He lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his wrist, and suddenly said: "What a pity."

At that moment, the dagger in his hand seemed to suddenly disappear.

It was replaced by sharp iron light.

It pierced the air and set off a howl.

What he held in his hand didn't seem to be a dagger, but a bright red light.

In an instant, he rushed forward, slashed, and cut into the skull like a bamboo, piercing it. Immediately afterwards, the other raised palm accurately grabbed the blade that was cut off beside him, twisted it, and with the sound of the wrist bones breaking, he changed the direction and penetrated into the attacker's lungs.

Only the last person was left, opening his mouth and vomiting blood.

He lowered his head sluggishly and saw the cut marks on his chest that had appeared at some unknown time.

"That kid from Huaishi, seems to call this thing Jiyi?"

As the flying blood fell, Russell waved, dropped the dagger in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his fingers, and said goodbye at the end: "You are a little trick, remember to keep it a secret for me..."

The last corpse fell.

There was dead silence in the elevator.

Immediately afterwards, outside the slowly stopping elevator, the clear sound of steel rubbing against each other was heard.

The next moment, during the machine gun fire, the scorching hot iron flow penetrated into the elevator, shooting everything into pieces. Blood flew out, and the corpses on the ground continued to twitch and tumble.

For a long time, there was no sound.

With a harsh sound, the elevator door was forced open with a crowbar. As a team of armed guards approached, no intact corpses or survivors could be seen in the entire elevator.

Russell could not be found either.

In the brief silence, the attacker at the front subconsciously raised his head and saw the lift ceiling. He tilted his head and said to the headset: "The target has been lost. Run away. Search the ventilation ducts and elevator shafts on the top floor. Repeat, search--"

Snapped!

The words stopped abruptly.

In the sticky blood-colored reflection, a shadow that shouldn't exist behind him gradually appeared, and the palm holding another saber slowly passed across his neck.

The dull sound of water sounded, dripping.

Just behind the attacker, in the corridor, within a short five or six seconds, only corpses in a pool of blood were left, as if their souls had been stolen by ghosts, and they were no longer alive.

Russell patted the dust on his shirt, swept his palms from the leader's fallen body, casually pulled out the magazine and weapon, hung them on his body, and finally checked for clues.

Unfortunately, apart from the tattoo of unknown secret department, I couldn't find any identification documents.

"Is the commanding bureau finally untrustworthy? It's gratifying, it's gratifying, now everyone has a little secret..."

He sighed and turned to leave.

But his steps stagnated.

Once again, a shattering sound was heard.

Behind him, on the glass cabin of the elevator that was shot to pieces by machine guns...

The thick blood dripped slowly, and finally, the embarrassed figure who screamed silently towards him appeared.

It's like roaring from within a cage.

He stretched out his hand again and again, crossing the isolation of fate, wanting to interfere with reality, and convey this warning of disaster to them... But even if his hands exposed his bones in the blow, he still could not touch the reality that was right in front of him.

The man in gray!

At this moment, he noticed Russell's gaze, and the man in gray showed ecstasy on his tired face. His eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his lips opened and closed.

Repeat that word again and again.

Russell fell into a daze.

In his delayed realization, he laughed at himself and looked out the window: "You bastards, you are really fooling around -"

boom!

At that moment, a mighty stream of light fell from the sky.

Swallowed the entire floor.

After the countless alloy steel cores accelerated to the limit, they penetrated the fragile floor slabs like heavy rain, diagonally penetrated the building, penetrated into the square, and burned everything.

Wherever it passes, all that remains is dust.

Immediately afterwards, the stream of light fell again, fell to the north, and burned a speeding car. It fell for the third time, towards the edge of London, and the plane about to take off evaporated...

Amidst the continuous explosions, thick smoke rose from London.

Above the sky, a scarlet light wheel opened like a giant eye, overlooking everything.

--Rainbow bridge!

I originally wanted to write more, but ended up writing so much, from the afternoon live broadcast to 8:30...it tripped, I was very explosive, sad, and angry.