The system has to be used even if it is pulled

"Reporting to the colonel, the body of a man in black was found in the attic of the security passage on the 49th floor. He is suspected to be the target!" A federal special forces soldier reported via radio.

"Guard the body, I'll be there soon." The cold voice of the dead-faced colonel came over the radio.

As the dead-faced colonel arrived, a violent explosion sounded from the upper floor. The dead-faced colonel's face turned gloomy because he had just ordered a team of soldiers to parachute down from the fighter plane on the roof. The dead-faced colonel ran to the roof with a gloomy face.

Countless people were frightened by the explosion and fled in all directions. Those in the safe passage had already rushed downstairs.

The dead-faced colonel did not notice that Zhao Yuanlang, who was wearing the uniform of a building glass cleaner, walked quietly past him.

Everything was almost perfect. Zhao Yuanlang walked out of the building and disappeared along with the crowd escorted by the police.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, which was the time when humans were the laziest and in the happiest mood. However, there was one exception. The dead-faced colonel stood at the door of the top floor with a fierce look on his face and squinted his eyes at the messy rooftop.

Zhao Yuanlang is always professional. He is a professional at killing, dodging and disguising. Zhao Yuanlang is dressed in fancy clothes, tossing a lighter in his hand, and disappearing step by step in the street with a cigarette in his mouth.

......

Soothing music was playing in the busy and crowded station. Zhao Yuanlang, dressed in a suit and tie, was walking slowly in the city-circling suspended train to the rhythm of the soothing music.

Zhao Yuanlang sat quietly in the single room, squinting his eyes and thinking. The mission item was not obtained, and the mission encountered an accident. The men in black did not contact him to hand over the items. If he could not find them, the mission would fail. Although the most important thing was to leave here, he would never allow himself to fail. The items must be found. Raymond? I really hope it's not you.

Colonel Dead Face led his special forces to surround the entire station and searched all trains leaving the metropolis. Finally, he left the station with gritted teeth after finding nothing.

......

In the office of the Federal Police Chief in Asia Star, Raymond looked at the dead-faced colonel in the video with a frown on his face. After a while, he roared, "You actually failed! Damn it! You actually let him escape! You know you let the tiger back into the mountains!"

The dead-faced colonel was a little embarrassed and kept breathing heavily. It seemed that he was about to explode, but he suppressed his temper with great effort.

Raymond shuddered because of the humid air blowing in from the window. He remembered a terrible thing and immediately said, "He will come to me because he doesn't want to fail the mission and be hunted by the organization. He knows that those people are my people and the mission items will definitely pass through my hands. You'd better cooperate with me, otherwise your master will be happy to make a specimen of your head and hang it on the wall in his room."

The dead face who had been suppressing his temper shuddered suddenly, thinking of the human head specimens in the room. He shuddered and could no longer care about being angry. He hurriedly asked, "I wonder if Lord Raymond has any solution?"

Raymond frowned, thought for a while and said: "This plan is still a little imperfect. I will send you the perfect plan later. I hope you won't fail again." Then he turned off the communication video.

......

The Federal Metropolitan Police Station should be brightly lit at night as usual.

There were only a few lights on in the police station tonight, and a ray of light shone through the curtains in the chief's office. Something was wrong, very wrong. In such a large police station, not even the usual night patrol police could be seen. There were only a few guards standing at the door, looking so lonely.

After a police officer said goodbye to the guard at the door with a smile, the reinforced concrete barrier at the entrance of the police station slammed shut.

The police officer who had just left the police station was passing through an alley when he was suddenly pulled into by a pair of hands from the darkness. Then a few muffled groans were heard in the alley, and then it returned to silence.

After a while, the police officer came out, lowered his head as if he had lost something, and walked towards the door of the police station.

"Stop, who are you?" the guard inside the door asked in confusion.

"I, Sis, I forgot something. I'll go back and get it." A low voice came from Officer Sis's mouth. He even straightened his chest so that the guard could see the number on his chest clearly.

"Smith! Open the door." The guard at the door signaled the guard next to him to open the small door on the side. Then, Officer Sis disappeared at the door.

After Officer Sith verified the various protective measures, the door to the building finally opened.

Under the brim of the hat, the frightening eyes and the angular face were none other than Zhao Yuanlang. He glanced disdainfully at the word "fairness" in the hall and disappeared at the door of the building.

The director's office had a sandalwood door that exuded a hint of fragrance, which made Zhao Yuanlang feel a little weird.

Zhao Yuanlang half-knelt at the door, and the blue light beam from the watch in his hand penetrated the sensor lock on the door. The door opened quietly, and Zhao Yuanlang quietly pushed the door open and flashed into the room without making a sound.

In order to avoid making any noise, Zhao Yuanlang had already put on a thick layer of sponge pads on his shoes when he reached the stairs. He walked through the living room step by step and stopped at the door of the office. He picked up the small spoon in the coffee cup on the table beside him and took a look inside.

Director Raymond was sitting in his luxurious chair at this moment, staring at the silver password box on the desk.

Zhao Yuanlang took out the gun from his arms, and when he carefully observed that there was indeed no ambush inside, he walked in openly.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A steel door as thick as a finger dropped from the door of the office. Raymond, who was sitting on the chair, dodged a few times and disappeared.

"Damn it, holographic projection." Zhao Yuanlang cursed as he hid behind a huge desk. He quickly hid behind the desk and casually threw a timed flash bomb under the desk.

"Dear No. 72! Long time no see." Raymond's voice suddenly rang out in the office, and then a group of fully armed federal special forces appeared at the door and slowly opened it.

Zhao Yuanlang stood up, threw the gun in his hand to the ground, raised his hands, and moved step by step to the window.

"Kneel down and put your hands on your head! Hurry up!" Two special forces soldiers waved their guns and hit him on the head twice, forcing him down.

The dead-faced colonel who picked up the password box on the table pushed the crowd away with a grim smile, walked over slowly, pinched Zhao Yuanlang's face and examined it carefully for a long time, and laughed: "You are back after all."

Zhao Yuanlang smiled strangely and quickly closed his eyes. A dazzling light came from under the desk. Although the well-equipped special forces soldiers were equipped with protective goggles, they were not as effective as sunglasses at this moment. Everyone, including the dead-faced colonel, was dazzled by the strong light and became temporarily blind.

The familiar airflow in his body slowly circulated, and Zhao Yuanlang's body was like an engine that had stepped on the accelerator. With the instant burst of strength, he shook off the two special forces who were counterattacking him with one arm, snatched the password box from the dead-faced colonel's hand, kicked it away with a kick, laughed evilly twice, and like a wild beast, he broke through the so-called hardest fully-polymerized and fully-functional glass behind him, and his body glided in the air like a strange bat and disappeared into the night.

The dead-faced colonel regained his sight and struggled to get up, looking at the huge human-shaped hole in front of him like a bereaved mother. Countless cold winds poured into the room, blowing everything into a mess, just like the dead-faced colonel's mood.