Mutom, as usual, got up early in the morning and looked at the newspaper while having breakfast with his wife and children. While urging the children to eat quickly and stop their fight, he told Mutom that it was not good to eat breakfast when he looked at the newspaper like this.

There were garlic bread, toast, various sauces, bacon, yogurt, fruits, etc. On the dining table, there was a sip of hot cocoa, Mutom ended the breakfast with a smile. He stood up and kissed his wife goodbye. The two children were also taken outside the door by the nanny waiting for the school bus to pick them up.

Taking his briefcase, Mutom's driver and secretary were already waiting at the door. He said goodbye to his wife again, and Mutom quickly got into the car. The secretary began to report to him about today's itinerary.

"Boom~ squeak~~!" Suddenly, a sharp brake sound rang out! Mutom widened his eyes and looked at a garbage truck running towards his two children in horror!

He opened the car door frantically, but everything happened too quickly! When his car door was opened, the garbage truck "boom!" had already hit his two children. The garbage truck that was not braked and dragged out a long bloody road.

The crushed corpses, blood, sticking to the torn and crushed muscle tissue and internal organs, splashing everywhere. The car perfectly avoided the nanny at the door but crushed his two children directly in front of him, crushing them...

"Ah~~~" Mutom turned around with difficulty, and saw his wife standing at the door of the house, covering her mouth, kneeling on the ground helplessly, screaming shrillly.

Suddenly, a fire flashed in the door... "Boom!!" A violent explosion sounded! The explosion of air waves and flames immediately swallowed his wife kneeling at the door!

It was also at this time that a voice rang in Mutom's ear: "Okay, you can go back too..."

Mutom turned around with difficulty. At the same time, he felt something scratching his neck a little hurt. His secretary watched his wife in horror as he was swallowed by the flames.

Screaming and covered in fire, he rushed out of his broken home that had been blown up. In the flames, he fell to the ground and burned.

"From the moment you chose to betray, you should have thought of today, right?" The expression on the secretary's face did not change, but he turned around in more horror and hugged Mutom, whose body was gradually limp.

Without any emotion, even the squirming lips were very low, and the voice was very soft: "You won't be in pain. Perhaps the only pain is that you need to watch your wife and children disappear from this world together..."

Mutom turned around with difficulty, as if he wanted to see the secretary who had been with him for more than ten years. However, all he saw was a gradually blurred face. What he heard was an extremely cold voice: "People, don't overestimate yourself..."

A tear fell from Mutom's eyes. The harsh ambulance and the shrill cry of the firetruck kept ringing. Mutom collapsed to the ground, and the secretary held him in horror.

"In the next life, remember to be more brainy." The ambulance staff rushed over, and Mutom was sent to the ambulance. The secretary disappeared into the chaotic crowd and could no longer be found.

Buenos Aires, Plaza May. An old man in a long-sleeved casual outfit, with gray hair in his sixties, smiling and feeding pigeons, and flocks of pigeons gathered beside him without any fear.

The old man looked kind and kind, and his face always had a smile that made people feel willing to be close. But when a white short-haired man who looked about thirty years old walked into him and attached something to his ear and said.

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded away, and the dove beside him seemed to feel something "floating~" and flew up all of a sudden.

The old man's hands were very steady and gently spread the bread crumbs on the ground. But the doves did not dare to lean over. It was not until the old man turned around and left and walked away that they tentatively flew over one by one and began to peck away the bread crumbs on the ground.

"Mutom is dead?!" The old man asked softly as he walked. There was no one around him, but as soon as he finished speaking, a strong man seemed to have come over unintentionally and whispered: "Cardous arrest, cerebral infarction..."

The old man didn't say anything, and the man continued to whisper: "His two children were in a car accident at the doorstep. His wife was frightened and rushed out to see that the child did not turn off the natural gas and caused an explosion..."

"It's really their style." The old man still looked as if nothing happened: "Give us instructions and let our people move. I don't want to kill us anymore, we still know nothing."

The man bowed and whispered: "We have checked it all, there is no problem. As long as they get close, we will react immediately."

"Don't take it lightly, those idiots will be killed by taking it lightly." The old man whispered: "I don't want to follow their footsteps and arrange the people well. As long as they appear, kill them without any worries! Even if they kill them wrongly, I will take responsibility!"

The strong man in the suit nodded: "I understand!"

Then, he bent and left. He saw a Bentley slowly driving in front of the old man. Another strong man stepped forward and opened the car door. The old man took a direct seat and left May Square.

London, MI5 headquarters. In the office under layers of protection, a woman who looked about sixty was gently flipping through the documents. The office was full European sofa chair set, and Turkish carpet was laid on the floor.

Hanging on the wall are famous paintings. The woman was wearing a beige professional suit, sitting upright at the large desk and frowned slightly. In front of her were two men in her 50s, bald and beardless suits.

"What's going on?! So many people died, why are they only repaying now?!" The lady's voice was extremely cold, and the two people standing in front of her didn't dare to move. The man on the left bowed and whispered: "Because there are problems with our safety lines..."

But the man on the left lowered his head and said respectfully: "Two of the people in the three lines have been cut off. Almost all of Tijuana's hands have been caught in, and the people we originally arranged in France have also been cut off..."

"Originally we had a service station as a supplement, but this time the service station was the focus of the accident. Therefore, almost all of our message channels were cut off..."

The lady didn't say anything, she just put down the documents and sighed: "Forget it..."
Chapter completed!