At 3:50 a.m., the wind was a little strong, and the clouds in the sky were thick. The moon was covered, and this was a good time to kill people.

The assassins from the Zhongdu branch set out.

This is a team of twenty-two A-level abilities and eleven B-level abilities. The division of labor is clear and professional, with roles with cover and control, hidden and detoured characters, and frontal assault characters. If all the abilities of these people are used, it will be enough to razor the area where the palace is located within a few minutes.

Such a lineup is luxurious - it can be subverted a small regime fifteen or sixteen years ago.

But now they are only used to deal with one person - an "ordinary person" who is about to lose their powerful abilities in their eyes.

Li Haofan was also among this group of people. They set out along a pipeline underground to avoid the possible guards on the ground. Along the way, they saw the image information coming from the airport through the receiver on the eyepiece - the royal convoy was already on the road. But they had more time than the target. Because Li Haofan made careful preparations in advance, this means that they could sneak into the predetermined location under the noses of the palace guards, and even directly become one of the "guards".

As a "newcomer", Li Haofan performed quite well. He was like a "master" who invited guests to his home, and he had already told everything. Now this "master" led them to the reservation location - lifting the lid above his head, which was the food storage room in the palace kitchen.

Li Haofan signaled them to silence and put his ears on the iron cover to listen. In fact, the space they are hiding in is originally filled with bricks and concrete. Before it was converted into the palace, it was a basement of the church. It is said that several important figures were imprisoned in history, and some bad things happened.

Zhang Kesong didn't like this place, so he made people fill it to death.

But Li Haofan knew that such a secret passage could be used, so the organization spent half a month digging through it.

"Wait for another five minutes." Li Haofan said.

He reached out and waved his hand behind him, focusing his attention on the iron cover.

However, someone made a noise, and Li Haofan heard the sound of the collision of the instrument. It was the friction between the plastic material and the metal buckle, and the buzzing sound when the switch was turned on and the current was turned on. This sound was difficult to hear on the ground, but in this small space, it was as obvious as the sound of people's breathing.

"What?" Li Haofan lowered his voice and turned his head.

However, what greeted him was a violent current. It was not the current emitted by the abilities, nor was it leakage of electricity somewhere - a directional force field restriction device was pressed directly on him, and then he was pressed by the muzzle.

As "Li Haofan", he didn't care much about this level of interference. But the problem is that it is not only the small instrument that works at this moment, but also three A-level powerful areas. His abilities were suppressed in an instant, and there was a gap for a few seconds.

For sneak attackers with two identities, "A-level" and "former killer", these few seconds are enough.

There was no nonsense or explanation. He directly fired the gun against his gun. The square electromagnetic projectile blew his spine and penetrated out of his chest, bringing out a terrible hole that was directly thirty centimeters - half of his body was almost blown away.

The sound of the electromagnetic weapon was not loud at all, not even louder than when his body landed on the ground.

Li Haofan did not die immediately, but the force that fell to the ground leaned against the wall. A trace of astonishment flashed across his face and then became calm. He said in a hoarse voice: "Do you still don't believe me?"

Li Haofan remembered the name of the man who shot the gun clearly. In fact, he remembered the names of these thirty-two people clearly. But the names at this time had no meaning... They should be implementing the will of another person.

"Believe you." The person who shot the gun handed the gun in his hand to someone behind him, pulled out the field knife on his thigh and walked to Li Haofan, squatted, pulled his head away and exposed his neck, and said, "But you have to be careful. Comrade An is not bad to you - at least tolerate this risk factor that has been with him for so long."

After he finished speaking, he inserted the field knife from under his jaw into Li Haofan's brain. He stirred for a while without any hesitation.

Li Haofan died immediately, like an ordinary person. The passage was not spacious. Four A-level abilities who participated in the sneak attack shook their shoulders like four vultures eating rot, dragged Li Haofan's body out in turns, and were eventually passed to the end of the team and discarded in a dark corner.

Then these people began to actually perform the task. Instead of lifting the iron cover above their heads, they pressed on a wall somewhere below. A man effortlessly scraped off thick concrete behind him, revealing another door. The door was pulled open, and a passage leading to the ventilation opening of the palace hall appeared in front of everyone.

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"Confirmed?" An Ruohong asked.

The other party said again: "Yes. He can't die anymore. We have arrived at the pre-determined position. There is nothing unusual. I think Li Haofan died unjustly."

Unfortunately, his tone had no regret at all, and it seemed like he was making a joke to pass the boring time of waiting.

"Okay. I wish you success. Eliminate tyranny and rebuild civilization!" An Ruohong said in a serious tone.

The same response came from that side, and the communication was then closed.

There were still forty-six minutes before the attack was launched - this was for those lurkers who went deep into the palace. But for An Ruohong, it was just the first dagger he threw.

The stadium above the base has been abandoned for many years. The weeds in the field are growing wildly, and even the stands are green grass and small trees spread out. But there is still a gatekeeper here - an ordinary person who cannot accept "evolution" because of his physical weakness.

The old man was so old that he was almost unable to sleep. In fact, every time he lay in bed, he would worry about whether he could wake up the next day. He didn't know much about the significance of doing this job here - except for the weeds, there was nothing in the stadium. Those who could be removed were transported away long ago, leaving only dilapidated relics. But now everyone in this world has to work, and the emperor does not keep idle people.

So at this time, he woke up early as usual, first rested on the bed for a while, then slowly got up and coughed up a thick phlegm in his throat. Then he squinted his eyes habitually and looked into the yard of the stadium through the dust on the window glass.

As a result, he felt like he was dreaming that the venue was actually bright. Although it was not the brightness of the day more than ten years ago, at this time, at around four in the morning, lights and machinery appeared in such a remote and desolate venue, which was indeed a strange scene he had never seen before in recent years.

The old man put on a piece of clothing, tremblingly lifted up the windowsill, and then pushed the glass window open. The cool night wind blew over his face, and he smelled the smell of metal and killing.

He recognized the thing in the distance. When he was not an "old man" but a middle-aged man, he served in a missile force of the United Empire's Australian Defense Force. At that time, he was most obsessed with the cold and rough metals and the infinite power contained therein. He always felt that even the extremely powerful strategic weapons today - such as light quantum generators - could not be compared with those steel killers. They lacked the taste of men. They were like girls holding automatic weapons, rather than soldiers carrying swords and armor, covered in blood.

Now he saw this familiar thing again. The Array 51D missile launcher - just equipped the entire army in the year he retired. The milky white body, more than 20 meters long, more than three meters high, and a tracked chassis. It shines brightly in the lights that are not bright, and four missiles painted red at the top are arranged silently on the missile launcher like a war halberd pointing to the sky - he knew that this thing could even launch intercontinental missiles.

But surprise and obsession lasted for a short moment. The old man quickly became frightened, not knowing that he should close the window as if he had seen nothing or rushed out to ask what was going on.

He saw someone walking near the missile launcher, and they came from the underground. An exit of an underground passage appeared on the west side of the site, and the old man realized that the car was transported from that exit. However, the people walking back and forth did not look like regular soldiers, but more like...

Members of the "Organization".

The old man felt his heart hurt slightly. He covered his chest and looked for a while, carefully closing the window again.

An Ruohong looked away, saw the old man's face, saw him retracting his head, and saw him close the window. This was his expected reaction. In fact, he knew the old man so well - the small room where he lived was the former monitoring room. The old man thought that all the monitoring equipment nearby had been abandoned, but in fact, under the broken shell, the electronic eyes were still keenly exploring every corner. When he was alone, An Ruohong would see the old man's appearance, and see him aging, like a mud doll that constantly erodes the surface. At this time, he would feel sincere feelings from his heart - he didn't want to be such a person.

At least, he didn't want to grow old in that place and spend the rest of his life.

"Don't worry about him." An Ruohong said to the people around him, "It's just an old guy."

The people around me were a little surprised, but they didn't ask why.

"The countdown is thirty-nine minutes." An Ruohong looked in the direction of the palace in the night and said, "They have eight minutes."

For a killer team of thirty-two abilities, killing a "ordinary person" only takes one second.

For Li Zhen, who is in full swing, and even has only exerted half of his strength, it may only take dozens of seconds to kill this team.

An Ruohong thought eight minutes were enough. This was not his trump card, but his way to escape after the failure of the action ahead. He knew that Li Zhen could not abandon the people in the palace and come to chase him regardless of it - even if he didn't care about those who served him, he would care about his friends and family.
Chapter completed!