Chapter 858 Today Is Not a Good Day

Today is the Good Friday of the Zurich police.

Zurich has always had good public security, and it is extremely good, but a very rare shooting case just happened. The police have not yet arrived at the scene, and the scene has just begun to be blocked. A dozen police officers watched two people driving the stolen car into another hotel not far away diagonally opposite.

The gunshots that followed were heard clearly even far away from the hotel, and they were continuous.

Seeing that two police cars followed the suspect's car and stopped at the door of the hotel, the police who were still setting up the cordon began to worry about the safety of their colleagues.

Go, it's too dangerous, don't go, there are still responsibilities.

The highest-ranking police officer at the scene was about to cry. He was very brave, but he couldn't bear the responsibility now. He really couldn't bear it. Today is the public execution day of the British Empire Military Intelligence Agency.

Two people, just two people, first killed the three people they were monitoring, and then went around, and two people broke into the base camp of their operation again.

The worst thing is that the nine people who stayed at the base camp ready to reinforce at any time are gone, gone, dead. They were the elite among the nine elites, the pride of the British Empire, the pride of the secret front. When has MI6 ever suffered such a great humiliation?

The fight between spies is not like this, not two parties holding guns and fighting on the streets of a third country. It has never happened before and should not happen in the future, but it happened now.

There were only two people who rushed directly into the MI6's operational base camp. The whole process took only a few minutes and killed all their remaining people. What's more hateful is that they fought against more people with fewer people. It was a head-on fight.

Five people were indeed missing, and these five people were not elsewhere. They were in the hotel where Scott and Pavel stayed. I didn't witness the whole process, but I heard all the sounds from the headset.

This is intolerable.

Today is still the CIA training day.

Scott and his men were ready to fight. Two people guarded Pavel in the innermost room of the suite, six people guarded the outer room, and the others dispersed, all acting as guards from the hotel lobby to the road outside.

Scott really knew exactly what Gao Guang did.

Due to his identity, Scott mainly knew how he got this mission. He had to distinguish the primary from the secondary. He, as the captain, was not as important as the mad dog whose identity he did not know. Scott had a clear understanding of this.

So Scott would not point fingers at Gao Guang's behavior, but this did not prevent him from thinking that the mad dog was really a mad dog.

But when he heard his men say that the mad dog killed in and out with a ridiculous mask, Scott didn't know what to say.

This seemed to be the first large-scale side conflict in the history of CIA and MI6. I just don't know how the mad dog, who was not CIA, did it.

From the perspective of a simple action captain, it was okay for two people to kill in, but they could also kill out again. Scott wanted to know how they did it.

Today is the day for the KGB to take the blame.

Anyway, if there is any bad thing, it is the KGB who did it. Besides, if there is a leaf killing people today, it is not unfair. I am used to it. Let it go.

Today is the day of Gao Guang's breakthrough.

> Because the leaf made him play the main attack, Gao Guang finally unlocked another form of recklessness.

Unlike the previous output by Mike with the shield, the recklessness now is the kind that can only exert the attack power to the limit under the extreme vulnerability of itself, faster, more accurate, and there is no third option.

Today is a rare day for the leaf to be free.

There is no other reason. The masters are lonely, and being invincible is lonely, but now, the leaf has at least got a helper who can make him feel relaxed.

But today is definitely not a good day, because when Gao Guang and the leaf came out of the elevator, returned to the hotel lobby, and greeted the police who had just stopped at the door of the hotel, all the conflicts had to break out at this moment.

This is intolerable, the British decided to fight. And the police in Zurich must fight for dignity.

"Put down your weapons"

When Gao Guang and Ye Shu walked out of the hotel door, they heard the shouting first. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw two policemen hiding behind the police car.

Gao Guang was now brainless, so it was up to Ye Shu to decide what to do.

Ye Shu raised his gun and shot at the police car without hesitation. After knocking off the policeman's hat, he looked around and said to Gao Guang: "I think the missing five people went to find Pavel. If we want to solve the trouble at once, it's better to go there."

It was just a conclusion, not to ask Gao Guang's opinion. After Ye Shu finished speaking, he shot again and shot the police so hard that they dared not show their heads. Then he shook his head and said: "Just walk over like this. It's not far anyway. I'll suppress them and you open the way in front."

Let's do it this way.

Gao Guang, holding two guns and with half a rugby ball on his face, began to walk towards the hotel where Pavel lived. It was not far, otherwise the British would not be able to monitor him.

The leaves were suppressing the shooting, but Gao Guang just kept walking forward with his gun. He was now being led astray by the leaves and had acquired the bad Russian habit of recklessness.

At this time, if someone fired a sniper rifle from a distance, or fired a burst of bullets from an automatic rifle, Gao Guang would be finished. The two walked almost side by side, not fast but not slow. Ye Zi opened fire from the side, and Gao Guang walked straight forward. Unable to bear it any longer, a British man suddenly stood up. He was hiding under the coffee table, but seeing two people walking past him so arrogantly, he felt that he couldn't bear it if he didn't do something.

He opened his backpack, took out an MP7 from it, opened the butt, stood up, and pointed the gun at Gao Guang. Ye Zi, who had been looking around, suddenly said: "Three o'clock position."

The British man who didn't want to endure it anymore was about to shoot, but the person he was aiming at raised his hand sideways, and then saw a small hole suddenly appear on the glass, and it was right at the position he was aiming at.

Generally speaking, this kind of bullet hole should be made by oneself, but this time it is different. The British man who stood up but had not yet fired felt that his vision was a little blurry. His eyes could no longer focus. Then he lay on the coffee table in front of him, his body slid down from the table uncontrollably, his finger pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew out, but all hit the coffee table. Then when he fell to the ground next to the coffee table, all the bullets were empty.

He fired a shot casually, Gao Guang retracted the muzzle, and said calmly to the leaves: "Done."