boom!

Suddenly, the entire building vibrated violently, like an earthquake.

A dazzling light suddenly rose from London outside the window, followed by a thick gray-black smoke rising into the sky in the hurricane, blooming with a contour like a mushroom.

explode.

In the corridor, people running hurriedly screamed, and a panicked secretary fell to the ground, and his broken high heels were kicked to the distance in the trampling of the crowd.

The woman sitting on the ground screamed in horror, raised her hand, covered her face, and avoided the impact.

But trampling has never arrived.

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

"Be careful, ma'am." The slightly old man smiled friendly and patted the shocked secretary's shoulder: "It will be safer to take off his shoes and walk on the wall."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The secretary grabbed his hand gratefully and was about to say something, but the palm of his hand quietly loosened. The man in a suit turned around and left, as if he was moving upwards against the crowd and disappeared in the corridor.

At this moment, the headquarters of the entire governing bureau was in chaos in an unprecedented emergency evacuation alarm.

But after the initial ups and downs, they quickly returned to normal with the assistance and suppression of the guards and evacuated in an orderly manner from the organizations of all parties.

For the governing bureau that puts rules and regulations to the limit, it seems that everything involving the work level has certain rules, even in an emergency evacuation.

All situations have been registered.

As early as the alarm was sounded, the guards had already come out and guarded the key part. The armed forces with live ammunition blocked the inside and outside, and the senior officials were sent to the safe house as soon as possible under the protection of the guards. At the same time, in order to avoid the sublimators causing chaos, they were willing to use the Grand Secret Object to suppress the operation of all holy marks and miracles.

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

Even though it has been criticized for being rigid and rigid, at this time, it still maintains amazing execution and obedience. It follows the regulations and is orderly.

To witness such a scene with your own eyes, even Russell had to sigh: "Sometimes, it's good to turn people into machines."

"Mr. Russell, where is Mr. Russell?!"

In the central hall on the 17th floor, the staff holding the list raised their heads and shouted hoarsely: "Please come here, is Mr. Russell here?"

"here."

Russell, who was late, raised his hand and immediately someone came up to verify his badge and identity, then put an orange vest different from ordinary employees, and opened the passage to the safety elevator.

"Hurry up, hurry up, last one."

The supervisor who was walking in front of him waved, and the slightly rounded face with coffee stains on his collar turned red from the torment of blood pressure.

The staff next to him put the printed bracelet on Russell's hand and made a quick and neat move: "Keep this in mind, and verify it again before getting on the helicopter."

The person stuck at the elevator door finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Russell coming, letting go, finally took off his badge and swiped the card, pressing the top button.

"Sorry, I borrowed it, borrowed it."

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

Ding ~!

The elevator door closed and gradually rose.

The closed space was a little crowded. Russell looked around and looked at the old man who was squeezed away by himself, the middle-aged man who lowered his head and sucked asthma ***, the men with displeasure, and the female supervisor who leaned against the inner wall of the elevator for some reason.

Nodded to indicate.

"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 stagnation, the man who lowered his head to suck the asthma spray changed his expression. He opened his mouth and turned around suddenly, spit out a pale medicine mist, his eyes were covered with blood, and he rushed towards him.

Before that, a palm had been pressed on his face.

Under the well-ironed suit, a watch of some age slipped out of its cuffs, reflecting a flashing red alarm.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the hideous face was pushed by the palm of the hand and hit the inner wall of the elevator, embedded in it, with its face twisted, its bones broken, and a viscous blood oozing out of its mouth and nose.

Russell's movement suddenly stopped, and the two old men who seemed to be dying on the left and right actually stretched out their hands and entangled on his arm. They were tightly shackled.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man behind him reached out, twisted his neck, and suddenly turned around. The female supervisor leaning against the elevator to wipe her tears had already pulled out a dagger from the folder and penetrated it into his heart.

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

A scarlet spurt out from the blood hole on the forehead.

Russell's hand was like magic, and there was an extra pistol, which made the old man who was holding his left half of his body change his face and subconsciously looked at the holster under his ribs.

There is already empty...

when!

But it was too late. As the wrist turned, the muzzle was aimed at his thigh and pulled the trigger. The severe pain came, and his arm couldn't help but relax.

This was definitely the most wrong decision in his life, without a second one, and without a second one.

The moment he half-kneeled on the ground, he felt the muzzle on the back of his head, with the burning heat, and greeted him.

In a blink of an eye, the gun flames continued to move forward in the narrow space.

The man holding his right half of his body suddenly raised his hand the moment Russell pulled out his gun, and the sharp blade at the bottom of his cuff popped out, slashing towards Russell's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the gun body was blocked before the neck, and the sharp blade penetrated into the chamber, destroying the pistol, which made the attacker breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he saw that Russell threw away his pistol, caught the dagger falling from the air, and smeared it through his throat in an understatement.

Pay the account.

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

Then, the strong man who wanted to snatch his head had already fallen down.

The dagger that penetrated the heart turned around lightly, taking away the last power. The sound of steel collision kept ringing, and sparks flew.

The blood-stained old man turned around, let go of his bow tie, and looked at the last three passengers and their weapons pulled from under his suits and dresses.

He couldn't help but whistle.

"All of them are good players." He looked down at the wound on his wrist and suddenly said, "What a pity."

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

Instead, it is sharp iron light.

The air broke through and a sad roar was stirred.

The one he held in his hand seemed not to be a dagger, but a burning red light.

In an instant, he advanced and slashed, and slashed into the skull like a bamboo shoot, piercing through. Immediately afterwards, another raised palm had accurately snatched the blade cut beside him. Ning turned the direction with the sound of the wrist bone shattering, and penetrated into the attacker's lungs.

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

He lowered his head dullly and saw the chopping marks on his chest that appeared at some point.

"That boy Huai Shi seems to call this thing a terrible thing?"

The flying blood fell, Russell waved his hand, threw away the dagger in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers, and finally said goodbye: "The trick of the devil, remember to keep it secret for me..."

The last corpse fell down. There was a silence in the elevator.

Immediately afterwards,

Outside the slowly stopping elevator, the crisp sound of steel friction sounded.

The next moment, as the machine gun fired, a scorching iron flow had penetrated into the elevator, scattering everything into pieces, blood flew into the air, and the corpses on the ground kept twitching and rolling.

After a long time, there was no sound again.

In the harsh sound, the elevator door was forcibly opened by a crowbar. As a team of guards with live ammunition approached, there was no complete body or living mouth in the elevator.

Russell could not be found either.

In the brief silence, the attacker in front subconsciously looked up and saw the lifted elevator ceiling. He tilted his head to the headset and said, "The target has been lost. Escape. Search for the top ventilation ducts and elevator shafts, repeat, search--"

Bang!

The words came to an abrupt end.

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

The dull sound of water sounded, drizzling.

Just behind the attacker, in just five or six seconds, there were only corpses in pools of blood, as if the soul was plundered by ghosts, and there was no longer life.

Russell patted the gray on his shirt, swept his palms through the fallen body of the leader, pulled out the magazine and weapon in an understatement, hung it on his body, and finally checked the clues.

Unfortunately, except for the tattoos from which secret department, I couldn't find any ID to prove my identity.

"Is the governing bureau finally untrustworthy? It's a pleasure, a pleasure, everyone has a little secret now..."

He sighed and turned around and left.
To be continued...