The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

"It's not a gentleman's behavior to do something for a lady without authorization."

"It's a pity, I never considered myself a gentleman, lady from Hollywood."

Ying An weighed the reel tied with the long rope, with a very simple smile.

"This means that Dr. An is interested in answering the little girl's difficult questions?" Belmode changed the subject and turned the topic back to the scroll in Ying An's hand.

At the same time, this excellent female spy straightened her posture slightly and raised her spirits.

From the actions of the other party just now, she can already see that the skill is definitely a trainer, and it is an extraordinary trainer. Even if she has a certain degree of contempt, she can easily break free from her movements without touching She has a little skin, and she can know the ability of the other party from the summary of the micro-knowledge. It is no wonder that this man can survive many assassinations in the intelligence.And it can be seen from his expression that he is absolutely confident in his own skills.

This kind of person looks difficult to deal with, but in fact has a great weakness.

As the saying goes, a good swimmer dies from drowning.The more arrogant a person is, the more loopholes will appear because of blind self-confidence.

You know, this is the era of guns, and organizations are not official spy agencies that have to worry about a lot.

The corners of Belmode's mouth curled up in an elegant arc, and her gaze quietly moved out of the window, as if she could see that in the dark landscape forest outside, the black muzzle of the gun was aiming at the man's head full of wisdom.

Thinking that such an important mind in the world will be turned into a dead soul under the gunpoint of the organization, this female fox, who is not showing any emotions, is rarely aroused with enthusiasm.

Come on, let me see, how many rounds can a brain like yours fall down in?

What she was sure of was that no matter how she responded, the doctor's life would end tonight, because taking his life was the strictest order Boss gave.

At the moment when the boss's kill order is issued, the distance between the opponent and death can already be calculated.

……

To Ying'an's surprise, even though the scroll was stolen, the female fox in front of her still had an attitude of ease, as if everything was under her control.

Thinking about it carefully, he also knew what the other party was thinking.

It seemed that the other party was sure that he would not survive tonight, so he used this kind of eyes that implied pity and arrogance.

It's... very interesting.

Ying An also revealed an exceptionally happy smile.

This kind of smile similar to that of the female fox on the opposite side probably aroused Yu Ji's dissatisfaction. The hard beak pecked him on the face. Although it was not serious, it was very reminding.

"Before that, shouldn't Madam introduce the origin of this scroll?"

Ying An twisted his fingers and untied the rope on the scroll.

"I'm not joking, ma'am, if you let the GUARD find out about your possession of this kind of cultural relic, you will be investigated."

Someone's tone was half-truthful, half-truthy, like joking, but also like threatening.

"This one was given to me by a close elder of mine." Belmode's laughter seemed easy-going and sweet: "He is a very good collector, but unfortunately, he is no longer in the [human world] It's over."

"Oh? That's really a pity." Ying An's expression was indifferent: "However, since you are afraid of such things, why do you bring them with you?"

He unfolded the scroll again, meaning to say something.

"Mankind fears the doomsday prophesied in the Bible, but how many of these people haven't studied the Apocalypse?"

Belmode lit a thin lady's cigarette and leaned against the window, her graceful figure and the dense smoke seemed to blend into one.

"I see. For you, this scroll is actually something on the same level as the Bible?"

"No...that's something more important than the false Bible."

Belmode's little hand suddenly grabbed the other end of the scroll and swung it away completely.

The dark aura that was hard to detect with the naked eye wrapped around Ying An's body in an instant.

Click.

At the same time, the lights of the entire building were extinguished in an instant.

The flame on Belmode's cigarette suddenly became the only small light source in the corridor on this floor.

Sensitive ears caught the dull sound.

It can be discerned that there are three beeps.

Almost overlapping, the sound of sniper rifles.

In the blink of an eye, the first bullet made intimate contact with the bulletproof glass on the window, and after a bang, it was embedded in it.

Immediately afterwards, the second bullet accurately hit the wound of the first bullet, and the entire piece of bulletproof glass shattered, making a piercing sound of shattering.

Finally, the third most deadly bullet rushed towards Ying An's head with astonishing accuracy.

The advantage provided by the first two bullets made it no longer have any shelter in front of it.

Belmode still had time, and gracefully exhaled the curling smoke from his mouth.

Perhaps it should be heard in the ear, it is like the sound of watermelon shattering.

However, in that peripheral vision, her quiet vision froze for an instant.

Chapter 413 Chapter 67 For Whom the Monster Calls

As a transnational criminal organization, this group of old-fashioned killers dressed in black did have two brushes.

At the very least, this time's timing and precise sniping was already quite impressive.In order to successfully assassinate him, these assassins of unknown origin have already worked hard enough.

After all, even this sniping attack was just one of many plans.

"Accurate...not bad."

It was a compliment, but it caused Belmode's expression to develop in an unprecedented direction.

In the dark corridor, the smoke exhaled from the delicate lips just now has not dissipated, and a blue electric arc flickered past, and Belmode used this fleeting light to receive the result she wanted to know. fundus.

There are no craters on the wall, and it is still as smooth as a mirror.

There is no blood on the ground, it is still so spotless.

As for their number one target, she stood there unscathed, maybe because of her eyesight problem, she discovered the whereabouts of the bullet.

The "thin" brass bullet, like a clamped screw, is tightly bitten by the fiery red beak.The bird perched safely on the man's shoulder was staring at her with playful and murderous eyes.

That kind of eyes full of humanity seems to be thinking about where and how to take care of himself.

She had never seen such a bird of prey.

On the contrary, that gentleman also has such a bird of prey on his shoulder.Unlike this bird with gorgeous and elegant feathers, it is a dead bird-a crow.

For some reason, the man in front of him overlapped with that gentleman's figure at this moment. This scene undoubtedly made Belmod's liver and gallbladder tremble.

Immediately, a feeling of impending disaster cast over her heart.

The so-called white horse gap, from the power outage of the entire building to the destruction of the bulletproof glass by the sniper rifle, may only take two to three seconds in total.

In such a short period of time, the ears of the potbellied "gentlemen" under the building were being occupied by the huge fireworks that were set off at the right time. Naturally, almost no one could perceive the gunshots that symbolized danger.

If the script was played out correctly, Belmode should have thrown himself to the ground at this time, painted himself a wounded look, and then yelled loudly to attract people, put aside his relationship, and confuse the police with plausible testimony by the way, So that the members of the organization can [swagger] escape.

But in this case, should there be a loud cry that belongs to her script?

At this moment, it is definitely not Belmode alone who is holding a fearful and entangled mood.

The snipers who were famous among the three organizations and killed countless snipers noticed the changes in the surrounding world the moment they pulled the trigger.

The three snipers who peeped through the night vision goggles, whether it was Cohen, Chianti, or Calvados, with the help of the sound and light effects of huge fireworks, saw the target that should be executed by themselves, and moved in their direction. Showing a particularly "sincere" smile.

It was as if a big hand had reached into their hearts and squeezed them hard, making them stiff from the beginning to the end.The impact of high-speed flow, the scorching and suffocating environment, and the real threat of death...

They saw the last good scene of their lives.

Boom!Another huge dazzling blue firework, dotted with quiet light in the beautiful night sky.

"Hey, this item is very good, so I will return the original item."

Taking the brass bullet out of Yu Ji's beak, Ying An glanced at Belmode, who was unable to move, stretched out his finger and flicked it, and there was a soft clang, and a thin burst of force shot out, accompanied by The arc flickered in an instant. Although the bullet was small in size, the sound of piercing through the air was extremely loud, and a light blue [scar] was drawn across the air.

The first to suffer was Chianti.

The bullet wrapped in the electric light melted rapidly in the scorching and suffocating electric current, turning into a high-speed flow [lava], and shot towards the front door. Chianti's reaction was not slow, and a donkey subconsciously Rolling over, he even put the sniper rifle in his hand in front of him.

Just like cutting butter with a table knife that has been roasted at high temperature, a scorching black hole suddenly opened on the heavy gun. Before Chianti could feel the astonishing temperature from the gun in his hand, the orange light stream pierced through her. Between the eyebrows, her brain was cooked to half-cooked.

And after piercing through the back of Chianti's head, the orange stream of light split into two and splashed out, drawing a nearly 180-degree drifting arc in mid-air, each coming from the two snipers. The back of the brain pierced through.

In order to cover the three of them, Vodka, who was hiding beside them, looked at this spiritual beam of light, as if he had seen a ghost, backed up again and again, and held the pistol with the silencer in his hand as if he was brave enough to move towards the active man. The beam of light fired again and again, while hurriedly pulling out the communicator to report.

Under the influence of thoughts, the light beam twists and turns, even if it is hit, it will not hinder it, but this light beam chooses to operate beautifully. After avoiding every bullet attack flexibly, the orange light beam emerges from the From top to bottom, piercing through the top of the sky, Vodka, who had a burly physique but was not very good at his head, fell to the ground and died completely before he even had time to warn his elder brother.

At this point, the electric energy attached to the bullet is truly exhausted.

"Vodka? What happened to you?"

In the Black Hawk helicopter, it was found that Vodka dialed the signal, but there were only a few gunshots and Gin questioned in the communication.It's a pity that his loyal little brother's brain has been burnt out, so he can't bring any information to Qin Jiu.

"take off!"

Intuition told Qin Jiu that there had been a huge flaw in their plan, and the four members who had lost contact were probably in danger.

Even that fox-like woman didn't hear any news this time.

However, the boss's death order came first, as the most diligent workaholic in the organization, how could he back down at this time.

The Black Hawk helicopter leaned forward and rushed straight towards the villa.Gin took a step forward and had already occupied the position behind the heavy machine gun.

This time, the steel projectile aimed at the window and directly blasted a big gap.

Under such momentum, if they can still cover up their tracks, it can only be said that the security of Suzuki's house is not only a bunch of youngsters, but also completely useless.

The loud siren suppressed the bright fireworks, and the noisy crowd uttered horrible and hysterical screams amidst the roaring gunshots.

Regardless of Qin Jiu, what he needs to do now is to use these metal projectiles to tear the target into pieces. Even if he had to pack up the woman who failed to escape, it would be a [helpless] move.

Gin's careful thinking is not well known.

Things were unpredictable, just as he was doing his best for the great cause of the organization, a group of gray figures rushed out from the gap.

Gin slightly turned the muzzle of the gun, like bullets overwhelming the sky, tore the figure to pieces, revealing the head wrapped under the suit.Gin is no stranger, it is the elder of the organization - Masuyama Kenzo.

But now, it's just a corpse.

Qin Jiu's mood was calm, maybe it was a manslaughter, but for the great cause of the organization, his death is also valuable.