When night fell, the cat who looked at the big mansion across the street through the windowsill heard the sound of the door opening. He twisted his body and happened to see Old Qido standing outside the door.

"Fifteen minutes left, ready."

"There is no movement across the street. There are four fixed whistles in the yard, and a trio walks around the garden. I don't know how much more in the big house." Marceau said to Old Cheedo as he walked towards the room: "How is the situation with the Arcane Brotherhood and the Grey Eagle."

"There is no news yet, but we agreed to act at the same time. The city lord had reported it. The city guard commander had left us a message, hoping that we would not use heavy equipment." While introducing the situation, Lao Qiduo exchanged information with Marceau. The cat followed the old man down to the first floor and saw that more than a dozen grassland elves and elves had been fully armed.

Marceau walked to his equipment rack, and first changed into a black-colored shirt and linen pants that were dyed black, put on soft-soled leather boots, put the pure black chest and leather armor in place, and insert the ceramic insert into the built-in pocket of the chest and leather armor. This kind of ceramic pot reinforced by alchemy can be immune to arrows and lead pills below +6, which has a strong anti-puncture effect, and at the same time it has a certain defensive effect on the chopping of advanced magic weapons.

It’s a good thing. MI7 is indeed an old organization. This kind of thing can appear in batches. Cats can be sure that the production of this thing is definitely not the fifth opening era. It is very likely that the production of this kind of ceramic insert began as early as the fourth or earlier.

"What weapon do you want?" Old Qido said, picking up a [shot] gun: "The face is semi-automatic, our engineer has just completed a new guy recently. Our think tank director said he feels that Cambrian has recently received another piece of technology tree."

"It's it, I'll take the lead." Marceau took the big guy, then buckled three bullet bags and belts to his waist. Each bullet bag contained eighteen No. 12 [shock] bullets, one of which contained a single-headed bullet, which was enough to teach any ordinary locks and mortals to understand each other's situation: "By the way, does your think tank director really feel this way? What a coincidence, I feel so too."

What Lao Chido said must be the director of the think tank of the Garoles, who are the wise men among the Garoles. They are selected from a very small number of special people who can be immune to the mortal mind after the full sense of integration. Their existence is to inherit history and knowledge in the wandering era. Now, they are the most powerful knowledge protectors and disseminators. Generally speaking, the life and death of a think tank director is enough to make any Luo Gal's battle group shed blood for it. Of course, it is not surprising that the director of the MI7 has a think tank. After all, this is an organization that serves Panny and Eleuk and obeys their orders.

"How do we do it?" Marceau filled the guy's bullet bay with ammunition, and asked Old Chido at the same time.

"Because we obtained the structural diagram of the big house from the library, we divided into three groups, sneaked into groups from the rooftop and entered the third floor, searched into groups from the basement and inspected the basement, and the assault group we were in would penetrate through the main entrance after the other two groups had a fire exchange."

"What should I do if I have the garden?" Marceau asked again, and there were many bodyguards in the garden. Marceau could not imagine that the whole world would know because of a gunshot. That was not fun.

"We have a sharpshooter team to deal with them." Panny walked down from the upper floor, and her appearance made all the members of the MI7 present give her a chest caress.

The girl waved her hand: "Don't be so polite. In this action, we will find any suspicious clues from the big house. Based on the things found in the garbage bag taken out by the maid today, the search team inferred that there were at least sixteen guys in the big house today. Judging from the residues of their food, these guys seemed to be obsessed with the food of the Seles people."

"Isn't this normal? By the way, if I could eat Xinquanjude's roast duck every day, I wouldn't have touched any junk food." Marceau replied.

"Maybe, but be careful, the Swordsman team will help us stare at the window near their side." Panny said this and walked to Marceau: "I will act with Mr. Marceau, good luck to you guys."

"I wish you all the best for your highness." Panny's subordinates responded in unison.

Watching them leave first, Marceau applied some ink on his face, then handed the ink bottle to Penny, who took the ink bottle and smeared it on his face without any hesitation, and then Old Chido, who wiped some of it, and then placed the bottle on the table.

Walking out of the main entrance, there were no pedestrians on the street in the middle of the night, so there was no need to worry about being discovered by others. The cat had already heard the gunshots coming from the rooftop behind him. The gunshots were very light. They should have been inscribed on the muzzle with a combination of muzzle, alchemy and magic circles. If combined with low-speed bullets, the distance that can be transmitted can be shortened to less than five meters, which is very suitable for assassination activities. The only disadvantage is that the maximum number of uses of this thing is only a short 100 bullets. Too much or too dense shooting will also reduce its service life. It can be said that such a small thing, if it is exchanged for federal currency, it will be recorded at least for a million.

"The garden enemy has been cleared."

The three-man team cleared the entire garden quickly and the seven targets were killed. Therefore, Marceau took two people to approach the mansion and came to the front door through the garden gate.

The headphones were coming from time to time, and they seemed to be having a very "pleasant life". They had nothing to gain except to solve the two stupid guys, let alone mention things like bills or contraband.

"It's really strange... Has we really found the wrong place?" Marceau squatted in front of the gate, carefully stuffing the voyeur mirror into the keyhole, and asked Penny beside him.

"There is definitely a problem. The Arcane Brothers said that they detected strange radio waves here more than once, and our people thought that several of them had problems, and one of them, named Sauron, had problems... Okay, I looked at it and there was no one in the hall."

After retracting the voyeur mirror, before Marceau spoke, the cat heard a gunshot, which was very light and could not tell where it was.
Chapter completed!