When Qingcheng answered the phone, she was negotiating with Arthur. The role in this incident had a 180-degree change after Roca was exposed. The representatives of the Underworld Bureau, who were originally very arrogant and unreasonable, are now even more arrogant and unreasonable.
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In accordance with the instructions from superiors, this time we must promote our country's prestige overseas, and made various reasonable and unreasonable demands on Arthur, such as publicly apologizing to the International Demon Hunting Organization for framed Chinese investigators and reimbursing the
All expenses incurred by the Chinese side during the visit, including the cost of the special plane and the cost of toilet paper...
And when Qingcheng received a strange call and it was Shisan, he was extremely surprised and said, "How did you know I'm here?"
"Do you think I have a defective IQ? Lin Xi is not qualified to come here. The only explanation for her appearance here is that there is a leader whose brain is out of line and she eats him to death. Apart from you, who else can I think of who has a brain disorder?
How can it be like this?" Shisan was used to quarreling with Qingcheng.
"Where are you? To tell you the truth, you are in a very dangerous situation now. Chongxibi has confirmed that the girl was possessed by a head-dropping spell, and the person who cast the spell was Zanchen. You must have remembered that guy." Qingcheng negotiated.
He stood up from the table and went to the corridor to answer the phone.
"Zan Chen...how could I forget?" Thirteen almost died in the hands of this mushroom head. That was a man that really made Thirteen feel that he could not defeat him in his life.
"Your grievances have been cleared. Now everyone knows that you did not kill the person. Tell me where you are and I will pick you up. The thing in your hand is obviously the key to everything that happened to you." Qingcheng said urgently.
"Not now, that dog caught a friend of mine, and I need to rescue her. I can tell you where I will go, but I won't go to the position you gave me." Thirteen insisted.
"Did your brain nerves be infected with Domipa protozoa, causing your IQ to become negative? I told you that Zanchen was there, and you still went!" Qingcheng rarely loses her cool, but at this moment, she roared and then lowered her voice.
He said politely, "Let's put aside our disputes and prejudices and discuss the matter as it is. You can't defeat Zanchen. You have no idea how many monsters are gathered there. This incident is more than just a frame-up to seize the treasure."
It’s not that the higher-ups didn’t do anything, the director specially sent two heaven-level investigators to handle the matter, and they will arrive in 4 hours.”
"It's a pity that I don't have time to wait any longer. A girl has already died because of me. I will never allow this to happen again. I will send you the coordinates. It doesn't matter if you come or not. I have already done the investigation
What the commander should do is to request support from the frontline support section. As the vulture commander, you also have the right to weigh the battlefield environment.
To be honest, this is the only time if you don’t come, I will forgive you.” Thirteen said and hung up the phone.
Qingcheng's lungs exploded. Neither Thirteen nor Lin Xi took his words to heart at all. He took out the Desert Eagle in his arms, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 7 consecutive rounds of bullets were fired at him.
The trash can was smashed to pieces. Seeing the smoke drifting from the muzzle of the gun, the anger in Qingcheng's heart also calmed down.
Putting the gun in her arms, Qingcheng walked back to the conference room with a calm look on her face, and said to Arthur in a wheelchair, "All the previous conditions have been overturned. I need your help and give me manpower."
"Then I need a reasonable reason why we help you?" Arthur suddenly regained the feeling of being the protagonist.
"I just received a tip that Roca is helping the terrorist leaders. They have brought portable small nuclear bombs into the city. If we can't kill them as soon as possible, we will definitely have a taste of the mushroom cloud. You have lived enough.
, It doesn't matter whether I die or not, my life has just begun, I can't die in this foreign country." Qingcheng has completely learned from Shisan and Lin Xi, and now she doesn't blush when she lies, and her heart doesn't beat. He doesn't care.
Will you be able to find the nuclear bomb at the end of the fight? What if you can't find it?
Looking from a distance, Mr. Xiaobu from the Lighthouse Country swept through the whole family of Sha Damu for three thousand miles with the game of "I guess he has a big egg". In the end, Sha Damu was buried for almost 10 years, and not even a single hair was found.
So what if I was wrong? Wouldn't it be better to just say sorry?
The moon is bright in the sky and the wind is blowing at night. Birds and insects are sleeping on the forest path. There is a ghost niche hanging on the waist and chewing candy in the mouth. Who is afraid of who if he kills thousands of people?
With his hands hanging back on the sword niche ghost, Thirteen walked towards Clark's castle. Looking at the building not far away that looked like it existed in a fantasy movie, Thirteen, the dragon warrior, finally found something to fight the dragon.
feeling.
Sitting in the hall that originally belonged to the king, Clark watched the 52-inch plasma TV in front of him playing the footage captured by the surveillance camera. Thirteen with a cold face was slowly walking from a distance. The man who pretended to be their Taoist master was being raped by him.
It hangs like a lantern on one end of the sword niche ghost, following his steps and swaying from side to side. I guess his Taoist master has long been vomited and turned into a human shape, right? Clark doesn't intend to let this sin alone.
The boy returned alive.
Thirteen was really just like Zanchen said, he came to this dragon's den alone without any investigators. I don't know whether he is brave or stupid?
"Sir, the target has been locked. Do you want to shoot?" At this moment, the voice of the sniper team leader echoed in the hall. Clark hired a total of 500 retired French Green Beret special forces members and was fully responsible for the entire castle.
Security work. These guys are truly murderous war machines. On the four towers in front of the castle, large-caliber high-precision rifles are all aimed at the fatal parts of Thirteen's body. The wind speed is just right and the target is clear.
, moves slowly, this is the sniper’s favorite rhythm.
"Wait a moment, don't worry, at least let our guests knock on the door first." Clark said softly.
Under the gaze of eight high-power night vision scopes, Thirteen walked to the large gate of the castle. The manual gate clicked and was lifted open by the workers. Look at the sharp wooden awl under the door, which looked like a wild beast.
His fangs are like normal. Do you think the big black man is in full special forces uniform, hanging on his chest? "The black special forces soldier asked Thirteen's name in English. Hirteen."
"OK." After the identity was confirmed, the special forces soldier displayed the fastest gun in the world, loaded it, aimed and fired quickly. In just 0.2 seconds, the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at Shisan's forehead. In the world of rapid fire, he may be the Guinness World Record, but in another world
In a world where he is already slow.
When he pulled the trigger, a bright light flashed in front of him, and then the special soldier's eyes widened as he looked at the gun in his hand along the muzzle toward the butt, neatly cut in half, with a spring firing pin, and even
The bullets in the gun barrel turned into two halves and flew in the air. The special forces soldier wanted to yell fxxk, but his throat couldn't make a sound at all. Looking down, his head fell directly from his neck. It turned out that Thirteen
It's not just guns that can be chopped off.
Blood spattered on Shisan's body, and only then did he understand why he had to wear ski goggles, because the blood splattered on his face would quickly drip down the smooth mirror surface of the ski goggles without affecting the
sight.
The rules of the Underworld Bureau stipulate that all attacks on investigators are regarded as challenges to the country's public law enforcement power and can be killed without mercy. Thirteen did not kill anyone, he just sent some guys who sold their souls to the devil to hell to be rebuilt and protected.
It is just an image of national public power.
"Tonight, any creature that shows murderous intent towards me...will be saved." Thirteen swung the blade of the White Deer blade, causing the blood to draw a straight line on the ground.
The huge gate fell like a guillotine knife. Thirteen stepped on the blood and rushed forward. He knelt on his knees and lay back, sliding parallel to the ground into the castle. When the fangs were closest, he was far away.
The tip of Thirteen's nose is only 2 centimeters.
Thirteen left a long trail of blood behind him, and he slowly stood up from the ground like a dancing singer.
The alarm bell of an invasion sounded in the ancient castle, just like the monk who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night in Hanshan Temple rang the bell to entertain the boat.
"Kill him." In the hall, Clark gave the order, and the special forces rushed out from various corridors, carrying all kinds of crazy weapons invented by humans. 25mm grenade launchers, 7.62mm squad machine guns, 36 consecutive rounds.
Shotguns, anti-material sniper rifles that can penetrate tank armor, flash bombs, shock bombs, fragmentation grenades, and even 4 rocket launchers.
Wealth has armed these war machines to an incomparable degree. They have become accustomed to staring at the target with their eyes and harvesting the lives of others with their fingers. No matter how much the bullets will tear the human body into pieces, they can't stop them from conditioned reflex.
finger.
But Thirteen's movement speed exceeded all the prey they had seen before. He dragged the sharp blade with both hands and ran against the corners, houses, gardens, guardrails, and corridors in the castle.
He didn't have to search for the enemies around him at all, he knew where they were standing and where they were aiming at him. He almost dodged and avoided the bullets as if they were dancing on the ground. Even the best-hidden sniper was pulling the trigger.
In the blink of an eye, he would dodge it.
Inspired vision makes his vision a three-dimensional sand table. He can clearly read who is where and who is preparing to pull the trigger to kill, and the instantaneous changes in murderous intent.
The Underworld Bureau not only organizes investigators to pursue the stability of the world, but they also fight against restricted investigators and ordinary humans because humans...in front of practitioners, no matter how many, no matter how much military training they have received, they can only be regarded as ants.