Weeden was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. He never thought that the subordinates around him would become enemies in an instant, and the mastermind behind all this was very likely to be his cousin.
"Mr. Weeden, we only give you one minute to think about it, otherwise we will kill you first and then the president."
The other party issued an ultimatum, putting Whedon in a dilemma.
He originally planned to escort the president to a safe area and use his merits to be promoted to a noble position, but now he has put himself in danger.
If you give up on the president, he will definitely be investigated by the Inspection Bureau in the future, and the truth about his escape from battle will be discovered, and his future will be ruined.
But if he doesn't give in... he will die now!
"Why?! Will that guy Alushi still attack me?"
He questioned the gunman, but what he got in return was a bullet grazing his ear.
A piece of Weeden's ear was knocked off, and he immediately cried and howled, covering the bleeding part and screaming in agony.
Seeing that he finally chose to dodge to save his life, the killers disguised as agents from the Intelligence Bureau all aimed at the president and shot him.
But the strange thing is that when the first round of bullets was fired, no one hit the president's body. The bullets seemed to have eyes and avoided each other.
Before they could understand what was going on, Griffith's rescue had already arrived.
The people he brought were close associates of the Director of the Inspection Bureau, core investigators who would never be infiltrated. There were nearly twenty of them in total.
After discovering that the killer was exposed, Griffith and others immediately opened fire on them.
Before the disguised killer could harm Mr. President, he was killed by Griffith's people, leaving only Weeden Bumpers with an injured ear lying on the ground wailing.
"Bring Mr. President here!" Griffith ordered, and his subordinates went to escort President George who was hiding behind the bunker.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped from the sky and landed in the middle of the crowd.
The detectives subconsciously believed that it was a new killer and began to attack him.
As several rays of white light flashed across, the bodies of the two nearest agents were cut open by bladed weapons. They were instantly broken into several pieces and fell to the ground like falling apart meat steaks.
The mysterious visitor who killed them was not hit by the bullet. He shuttled through the crowd with a ghostly figure, using the agents' bodies as cover to avoid bullet attacks.
The white-haired Griffith saw the clues and reminded loudly: "It's a seer!"
As he finished speaking, the man wearing the uniform of a National Security Council guard rushed to his destination and stabbed the dagger in his hand hard into the cracks in the bricks below.
In an instant, the ground trembled, and the location where the agents were standing began to crack. The road sank. Below was the city's drainage tunnel, and people struggled to find a place to climb.
This man who appears suddenly seems to be able to see through the flaws in the structure of objects and cause the entire structure to collapse in the simplest and fastest way.
At the moment when the police were in a panic, he immediately changed his target and rushed towards the still dazed George Floyd.
At this critical moment, a seemingly ordinary investigator was suddenly startled, his body instantly regained his balance, and he violently rushed forward as if he was possessed by something.
The moment before the killer's dagger was about to hit George, the "flaws" he could see in his eyes disappeared instantly, so that he could not quickly find a way to divide the president's body with one blow. He could only adjust the angle and shoot towards the president's heart.
Prick away.
In this delay, the strange investigator had already stepped in, blocked President George, and used his own body to catch the blow for him!
The dagger pierced the investigator's stomach, causing blood to flow out, but his expression showed a strange smile.
The killer's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to pull out the dagger, his hands were tightly grabbed by the opponent, making him unable to move at all.
"Engineer of Tower Secret II, you can see the structural flaws in all material objects, thereby causing damage to them."
Upon hearing this, the killer's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to see the soul of another person in the investigator's eyes!
The other party continued: "You are Spencer Jatis, right? Valen Galilean's assistant."
Seeing that the other party recognized his identity, the killer frantically tried to take his hand away. He didn't understand why his invisible technique failed at this moment.
However, the investigators who reacted would not give him this chance and shot him in the back one after another, beating him to a pulp within a few seconds.
The attacker died.
As Spencer died, the investigator who was stabbed in the abdomen by him immediately regained his consciousness. He looked at the bleeding wound on his stomach in disbelief, immediately covered his hands and started howling miserably, completely losing his grip just now.
The momentum when living in Spencer.
He seemed to be a different person, unable to remember how brave and weird he was before.
And now, if he doesn't get medical attention soon, he will bleed to death.
President George stared at Spencer, who was riddled with wounds. He looked up and around, and after seeing that no one jumped out to assassinate him, he finally applauded the corpses on the ground.
With his face covered in blood, he began to appreciate this wonderful bloody world.
Of all the people present, probably only the white-haired Griffith knew what happened just now.
He looked at the stabbed investigator, his expression was dull and solemn, and his forehead was still covered with sweat.
If Henry were here, he would definitely know the National Security Council guard who was killed, because the other party was still fighting with his team and trying to kidnap Varun Galliland.
The president's side is finally safe. Independence Square has now been subjected to a large-scale crackdown. Hundreds of rebels were shot dead on the spot by the police and the police, and there were no Progressive Party members among them.
…
On the roof of a house about a kilometer away, a pot-bellied man was standing there with a cigar in his mouth and using a telescope to explore the situation in Independence Square.
He stood in this position and watched for almost several hours. This time he finally put away the telescope and threw it to the ground next to him.
"Failed……"
The man shook his head in disappointment, opened his cigar and blew out thick white smoke.
At this time, he turned around and suddenly found five or six men lying around him. All the moisture in their bodies had been sucked dry, and they turned into withered corpses.
"Are you Arushi Buempes? The owner of Rusi Investment Bank?"
The person standing behind him was none other than the Minister of Anti-Suppression, William Marshall, who was wearing a thick coat and a red felt hat.
After seeing the other party, Arushi Buempes's expression suddenly became solemn.
"You shouldn't be here..." he said.
William Marshall also lit a cigar, enjoyed a sip and replied: "Do you think I should be trapped in that shrunken room and never want to come out?"
Arushi's eyes looked up and down at William: "Even if you escaped, you should be dealing with Varun Galilan now."
William sneered and actually replied: "He was caught by me, and I just got clues about your Luxi Investment Bank from him. I guess this is the only place where you can observe the whole process over the Independence Square.
If the situation arises, you will definitely hide here and spy."
Arushi shook his head: "No, no, you couldn't have rushed over so quickly. You standing here are definitely not me."
William touched the end of the cane, raised his chin, and said to the other party: "How about... you just open the shrunken room and see who is still in it?"
