At one o'clock in the morning, the inspection office was still brightly lit.
The 'Eternal Flame' is widely used in the building. The lighting it produces neither consumes oxygen nor generates heat. Although the one-time cost of the eternal magical light is a bit expensive, it can illuminate every corner of the office building.
Inside the office building.
There are many official duties, and there are endless things to do every day. From the director to the staff, they work overtime every day.
There are many buildings outside the office building, and it is quiet at night. Only the sound of leather shoes of patrols walking back and forth can be heard in the distance.
On the dark side of the light, several sneaking figures were moving slowly. They were either squatting in the corner, climbing up the window lattice, or crawling on the ground, making them difficult to detect.
Patrolling guards passed by regularly, and there were double sentries outside the building, both light and dark, so the security had to be tight. The stalkers hid in the dark and observed for a long time. It was not until the change of sentries was handed over that they could roughly figure out the pattern.
When he got within twenty meters of the building, a stalker cast a 'silent message' spell and whispered to a few people around him: "I've been here several times, and I'm familiar with all the situations.
Our target is Director Wilson. He has a large study room in the middle of the third floor, which is not difficult to find. The target himself was a craftsman before, so there is no threat.
At most there are a few guards outside the study, but as long as I follow my plan, it will be easy to deal with. There is only the target in the study, and maybe a teenage maid, but that is not a threat."
Among the stalkers, Powell did not speak and could only nod and obey orders. He was forced by Johnson to participate in the operation. The other party said that the current situation in the city was tense, like a volcano about to erupt, and it was missing an explosion.
As long as Wilson is kidnapped or killed, it will be enough to trigger a chaos in Coldwind City. The Longlegs will conquer the city effortlessly, and those who have made great contributions will naturally receive generous rewards.
This idea sounded good, but Powell was afraid that it would cause too much trouble and lead to his own demise.
But Wilson refused to listen because he had been to the inspection office several times and found no opponent who could stop him.
The Inspection and Quarantine Office was established not long ago, but there are still many omissions.
The stalkers seized the loopholes observed by several sentries and quietly reached the bottom of the office building. They climbed up on a ladder with their backs against the wall. In just a few seconds, they avoided external security and entered the third floor of the building.
The Inspection Office has a square appearance and a zigzag structure inside. Wilson lives in the middle of the third floor. Several corridors can lead to his director's office.
There are two layers of security inside the building. On the outside are some ordinary guards, and inside are Lorraine and his party who were arranged to come a few days ago.
As for the large director's office, there was no one there. There were a few adjutants acting as secretaries outside, and Wilson was the only one inside who was busy at work.
And Eve Lorraine was dozing off against the table.
The little girl was only seventeen during the Chinese New Year. She had nothing to do during the day and was prone to sleepiness at night. Wilson asked her to help process the documents, but she fell asleep after only a few processings, with a handful of gems in her hand.
Seeing that Lorraine was sleeping deeply, Wilson asked the adjutant to find a blanket for her to put on. He checked the time and saw that he still had to work for two hours.
It was late at night after all, and although the lights were bright everywhere in the inspection office, most of the overtime workers were quiet.
An orc was holding an ax and chatting with the dwarves outside the office. They were all recruited from the black forest, and they joined the "rich and powerful leader" in order to have enough food, wine and meat.
Two wizards were meditating in a small room next to the office when they suddenly felt that someone had touched the warning ring around them. They did not react immediately because there were employees walking around at night.
But after hesitating for just a few seconds, the orc standing guard outside the office suddenly roared. His innate ability of 'alertness' was activated, and he slashed at the empty space in the corridor with his axe.
The originally empty corridor became swaying with light and shadow, revealing a human figure with a hunched back and a dagger in hand.
assassin.
Invisibility.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense late at night.
The sneaking assassin advanced instead of retreating, twisting his body flexibly and grazing the edge of the ax blade as he continued to charge forward. The orc roared even louder, but watched the enemy approach him and then pass him by.
The dwarf at the back had already jumped up, holding an iron shield and a one-handed battle ax, and charged forward. He blocked the assassin's entire route with a vicious shield blow, ensuring that the opponent would be left behind.
The orcs and dwarves were both dealing with the same target, but multiple lurking figures appeared in the corridor behind them. These people did not attack directly, but threw a black ball.
The ball landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and exploded with a bang. It was not very powerful, but it erupted into a large amount of thick smoke that obscured the view, and the smoke quickly filled the entire corridor outside the office.
Under the thick smoke, the orcs and dwarves with dark vision could not clearly see the situation in front and behind them. They were too close for fear of hurting their companions, so they could only fall into a state of self-preservation.
The guard wizard who was meditating in the hut only reacted at this moment, and immediately used the wind technique to blow away the thick smoke.
However, the delay of a few seconds gave the sneaking enemies a great opportunity. They were a multi-person combination of assassins and wizards, and blasted open the door of Wilson's office with a fireball.
The enemy jumped in.
It’s over!
The corridor is closed, and it will take time for the strong wind technique to sweep away the thick smoke. Every second at this moment is critical, determining life and death.
But the orcs and dwarves responsible for the defense did not dare to move because they were being attacked by an assassin and could not escape.
The infiltrator was familiar with the environment of the entire building. This was completely a false alarm. The helpless and panicked screams of the girl could be heard in the office, indicating that the situation had deteriorated to the extreme.
The sound was so shrill that the guards, who had only been on duty for a few days, were frightened and angry. They had failed in their mission just after they arrived, and the Mr. Wilson they were trying to protect was in serious danger.
The moment the fireball exploded, every pore of Johnson's excitement was filled with relief and joy.
This action was too easy and too simple.
The defense in the building seems to be tight, but it can only stop ordinary thieves. For wizards with extraordinary abilities and assassins with professional infiltration skills, this place is full of loopholes and sieves.
Haha..., only wizards can deal with wizards, and illusion wizards are the strongest.
Johnson saw his opponent just a few meters away.
The orcs and dwarves were both too stupid and were easily attracted by an assassin. The other two wizards were like fools and were held back by a simple smoke bomb.
The target is in the office, and in just a few seconds, his throat will be cut by the assassin who rushes in - Johnson has made up his mind not to survive, as long as it causes chaos and conflict.
Don't be greedy for merit, absolutely don't be greedy for merit.
For doing this job, even if Phils Longlegs is as indifferent as ice, he should be given a sufficient reward.
At this moment, even Powell, who opposed the action, was extremely surprised. Victor Hugo, who seemed to be invincible, was so negligent to the safety of his men.
Wilson's death tonight will break the myth of his invincibility!
Could it be that if God gives you a piece of credit, you just get it for free?!
If I really want to pick it up for free, I will pick it up too.
The two assassins rushed into the gap in the wall opened by the fireball spell, and Powell followed closely behind. Johnson laughed from behind, knowing that he had a chance to win.
In the gap where the smoke billowed, a weak girl cried in panic, "Help..., I really can't cast spells."