The lobby on the first floor was densely packed with people.
To be precise, it's an ice sculpture.
Four to five hundred of Jiepeng's most elite and fully armed soldiers, together with their commanders, were frozen by the silvery ice into human-shaped ice sculptures, as if they were masterpieces carved by craftsmen, lifelike and standing in place.
Through the ice layer, which is less than a finger wide, the expressions on their faces can be clearly seen.
Or angry, or roaring, or frightened, or violent...
Some of them drew swords, some held guns, some were half-crouching, and some were making moves... ??
But there is no exception.
All turned into lifeless ice sculptures.
The camp commander Endo Gaoyi, who possesses the Golden Body realm, raised the command sword high in his hand and made an offensive gesture, but he stayed at this moment forever.
The ice took away his life.
It also shaped his life.
The waiter's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if it was out of control.
His throat was throbbing.
But my mouth was already dry and there was no saliva to swallow.
He seemed to see the God of Death grinning silently in this forest of ice sculptures, as if he saw a life-seeking ghost wandering around, provoking and mocking life.
Two minutes and forty-one seconds!
The waiter was certain that it had only been two minutes and forty-one seconds since he pressed the alarm, rushed across the street, entered the consulate compound, and then entered the building.
In such a short period of time, the heavily fortified consulate was like a paper defense line that was casually penetrated by the handsome young man in a white suit.
This scene in the lobby on the first floor is too shocking.
After the messenger's scalp went numb, he mustered up his last courage and walked through the ice sculpture forest to the depths of the hall, where stood the statue of the greatest Emperor Zepeng, His Majesty Akihito.
The base of the nine-story white marble steps.
On top stands a nine-meter-tall statue of the Emperor.
It represents the highest power of the Jie Peng Empire.
It is a place that every Jie Peng warrior is crazy about and devotes everything to. In the heart of every Jie Peng man, he is as noble as a god.
Supreme.
But, at this time.
This statue, which can be called a work of art, has a bouquet of flowers placed in front of it.
A cloud of yellow and white flowers with partially bare branches.
They lie there quietly.
It's like being displayed in front of a grave.
I'm mourning, no, I'm laughing at something. The waiter suddenly understood why the handsome young man in a white suit chose these two colors of flowers in the coffee shop.
He really wants to go to the grave.
However, the grave he wants to visit is not a real tombstone.
But the Jie Peng Consulate.
He wants to kill all the Jie Peng people here.
The Jie Peng Empire spent countless manpower and financial resources to build the No. 1 fortress that stood in the important land of Daxia Jiangnan, and it was completely turned into a tomb of the dead.
Who is he?
What on earth did Miss Yue Hua Ren do with him in the private room?
The waiter was shocked, scared and angry.
But for some reason, looking at the yellow and white flowers that were blasphemous to His Majesty the Emperor, he did not dare to climb up the steps and take them down.
It seemed that if he took another step closer, a flower petal would fly out and cut his throat.
He stood in front of the statue of the Emperor with a blank look on his face.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, took the weapon, walked around the statue, boarded the elevator, and walked towards the second floor.
I hope I can find a partner to fight with.
"The Emperor bless you!"
He worked hard to muster the will to fight.
The second floor of the building is the basic office area of the consulate.
The people working here are some basic functional departments.
In an open, centralized office environment, each salesperson has a desk, and they race against time every day to process business applications from all parties.
The Jie Peng Empire has expanded rapidly in the past fifty years, and has countless overt and covert businesses in all places in the world that can be reached by cave beast tunnels - especially in Daxia.
As the largest and most powerful consulate in southern Daxia, the Haijingcheng Sect Consulate has a large amount of official business that needs to be processed and approved as soon as possible every day.
The basic part of these official duties is carried out on the second floor.
The messenger has been to this place many times.
Every time he sees the fulfilling and busy scene of thousands of outstanding and elite employees gathered here, he will feel sincerely proud.
It was as if I saw a new red sun rising slowly on a foreign land.
It was as if I could see the infinitely bright future of the empire.
But at this time, the place had become as quiet as a ghost.
There was no busy figure in front of every desk where optical computers, documents and various office supplies were placed.
There is only a faint layer of human-shaped black scorch marks.
Thousands of workstations, without exception.
The waiter trembled violently all over.
He clearly knew that the compatriots who were here a moment ago and devoted their youth and lives to the rise of the empire were already dead.
The faint black scorch marks on the human form are the best proof that they once existed.
It is also the last material they left in the world.
The waiter suddenly felt sad and angry.
Killer.
Executioner.
revenge!
Avenge your compatriots.
He grabbed his weapon and rushed to the third floor.
The third floor is the office area of the heavy industry authority.
The people working on this floor are officials from the consulate.
Every official is an outstanding person that the empire has spent countless time and financial resources training. They have strong strength and outstanding talents.
So they all have their own exclusive offices.
The environment is better and the privacy is higher.
But there was no surprise. All the Jie Peng officials here died.
Either turn into ice sculptures, or turn into fire marks.
The breath of life no longer belongs here.
The god of death walked here and took away all life cruelly and ruthlessly.
The messenger roared in pain.
Then climb up like crazy.
Fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor...
However, what made him even more desperate was that all the officials, guards, and staff on these floors were killed without any suspense.
Many powerful people in the Five Spirit Realm and Golden Body Realm were not spared.
I don't know how long it took.
The young waiter arrived at the ninth floor, the top floor.
This floor, all open, is a huge office space covering an area of more than 6,000 square meters.
Belongs exclusively to the Consul General of Jie Peng Consulate.
The waiter stumbled in.
Finally a living voice was heard.
Someone was cursing something loudly in Jie Peng language.
A huge surprise suddenly poured into the waiter's mind.
he Rush forward regardless.
Passing through those carefully designed landscaping, those winding shrines, those corridors hung with 4D dynamic pictures of the strongest person in the history of the Jie Peng Empire...
Along the way, he saw fallen bodies on the ground.
Blood filled the air.
These are the warriors of the Consul General's personal bodyguards.
But he also died in battle.
Blood flows.
To the young waiter, these corpses dripping with blood made him feel cordial and excited.
Because this shows that, at least at this level, the murderous devil in the white suit has finally been hindered and can no longer kill people like he did before.
"Devil, I'm coming..."
The waiter rushed out excitedly and frantically.
Finally we arrived at the Consul General’s desk area.
But the scene before him was different from what he imagined.
He saw that the young man in a white suit had no trace of blood on the white cloth, and was still as white as the sacred snow of Mount Fuji.
He saw all the members of the Guards lying prostrate in a pool of blood behind the young man. Their mutilated limbs and broken weapons deconstructed into an abstract painting like the Land of Shura.
He also saw that the consul general with a majestic moustache, this distinguished man who stood at the highest point of power in the entire consulate general, was nailed to the wall of the specially made relief of the Three Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers of Great Xia behind his desk with a Chixia knife.
superior.
He saw that the Consul General's pupils were dilated and breathless.
He saw that blood was gurgling down from the body that had just died, dyeing the mountain and river reliefs red.
He even saw that after the death of the noble Jie Peng, who held the highest power in the Consulate General, his not-so-stiff body twitched and struggled like a crucified caterpillar, and then his hands and feet gradually hung down feebly.
, it seems as helpless and ugly as a dead dog with a broken spine.
The waiter only had time to be happy for a second before his heart sank deeper into the abyss.
All dead.
Everyone in the consulate was dead.
At this time, the young man in a white suit slowly turned around.
There was no ferocity or excitement on his face after he had penetrated the consulate.