There was a bang, and the wall by the window of the interrogation room was directly blasted out.

"Damn it, Marven".

Seeing clearly the person hanging from the rope and swinging down from the roof, the church immediately yelled, "Aren't you dead?"

"I'm sorry, Frank, who made you listen to my explanation all the time, although I am 62 years old, I don't want to die yet".

Throwing the shotgun in his hand to the church, Marvin then put the bag on his back on the interrogation table,

Pull out a few unused remote-controlled directional blasting bombs from your bag and toss two rappelling tools to the church.

He installed a remote-controlled bomb on the wall next to the metal door, and insidiously installed the last one under the table in the interrogation room.

Watching the church hang the rappelling tool on the rope, the interrogator of the church's black suit asked with a dark face.

"Wait, it's just two rappelling tools, so what should I do?"

Marven gave him a disgusted look and said to the church, "Or we can kill him."

"No", the church shook his head, "he proved that we didn't kill the people here".

After loading the bomb, Marven ignored the black suit and walked to the edge of the hole, "There's no time to be verbose, if the guys outside are smarter,

Shooting from the windows of a few nearby rooms, we can't escape, see you downstairs".

Grabbing the rappelling tool, Marven jumped out of the hole directly and descended.

Seeing this, the church and the black suit also understood that Marven was right, fortunately, the interrogation room was on the third floor, just over six meters from the ground.

Hold each other together and grab the rappelling tools to descend.

As soon as the two of them were halfway down, Marven, who had already landed, pressed the remote control.

"Boom, boom, boom".

A continuous explosion sound came from the building, and the directional explosion bomb directly destroyed the wall of the metal door.

Two armed men who were picking locks by the metal door were directly crushed under the collapsed bricks and metal doors.

The others who were farther away were not hurt, but their ears were thundered by the loud noise.

I looked at the two-meter-long hole in horror, glad that I was not in the range of the collapse of the wall.

Two men were separated to check on their injured companions, while the others looked into the interrogation.

Sure enough, the target had already walked, and then he saw the rope hanging from the roof.

"Security".

Hearing his subordinates' report on safety, Jack Horton, the C1A agent who led the team, walked into the interrogation room with his eyes on fire, and stood by the hole in the outer wall and looked out.

I saw Marven hiding in the corner of the wall more than ten meters away, waving to them with a smile.

Then his left hand pointed to the remote control he was holding in his right hand.

"My God".

At a distance of more than ten meters, it is not difficult for professional armed personnel to see the remote control in Marven's hand clearly.

Jack Horton only had time to shout, "Bomb,,",

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed the rope in front of him with his bare hands and jumped out of the interrogation room.

"Boom".

A cloud of dust and debris rushed out of the hole.

This time there was no wall cover, even if the bomb that exploded was specially used to break the wall, it was still a bomb.

Except for Jack Horton, who jumped out of the interrogation room by grabbing a rope, the others were basically crippled even if they were lucky enough not to die.

A loud sound alone can break a person's eardrum.

But Jack Horton isn't much better,

Descending with a rope with your bare hands is no different from self-destructing your hands.

Horton understood this, but at this time he just wanted to stay away from the hole, so as not to be affected by the explosion.

When he descended a meter or two, it was not so simple to hold on to the rope.

He is full of his mind to survive, even if the command of his brain is to hold on to the rope,

But the sharp pain from his hands, the palms of his hands still loosened uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the interrogation room was on the third floor, only more than six meters tall, plus his own height.

Although the impact of the descent was not small, no matter how he let go, it was only more than 2 meters above the ground.

His knees arched slightly, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, his body rushed forward, and he rolled and hit the outer wall of the building.

Lying on the ground like a falling apart, fortunately, his life was finally saved.

After a moment's pause, Horton raised his hands and looked at his palms that had been ripped off the skin and were a little bloody.

Anger, shame, and pain all came to his mind for a while.

"Ahh

But thinking of the church materials he saw in the C1A reference room, Horton didn't have the confidence to catch the church that had escaped.

endured the pain and moved his hands and feet, sat up after finding that there was no big problem, and after thinking for a moment, he took out the mobile phone with his fingers.

made a phone call to find Sarah, the girlfriend of the church.

But he's smart, and Marven isn't stupid for a church that has been an agent for decades.

It's not like the two of them haven't done anything about threatening their targets with their relatives.

Let go of the black-suit interrogator who came down and call Sarah.

Picking up Sarah, who was leaving Virginia, Marvin looked depressedly at the church and Sara hugging each other in the back seat.

"Frank, maybe we can send Sara to London",

After a moment's hesitation, Marven said, "I know some masters in London, and it shouldn't be difficult to hide Sarah."

"Who?"

The church looked at Marven's back suspiciously, and asked without thinking for a moment, "You don't want to send Sara to the big nobleman you said?"

Seeing that Marven just shrugged his shoulders, the church immediately let go of the hand holding Sarah, sat up, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and sat in the passenger seat,

looked at Marven in surprise, "Man, are you really here to be a housekeeper?"

"Of course", Marven pouted, "I'm 62 years old, Frank, have I really been hiding in the swamp to the south waiting to die?"

If it weren't for the damn nightshade project being spread on the Internet, in three months, my half-year butler training course would have been over, and I would have been able to retire in London with peace of mind."

The church teased in disbelief, "Are you crazy, or is your employer crazy, who would want a crazy person like you to be a housekeeper?"

Marven shrugged and didn't answer.

"Peng, Peng, Peng".

There was a knocking sound.

Sarah, who was sitting in the back seat, listened for a moment and said, "If I'm not mistaken, is the sound coming from the trunk?"

"Marven?"

The church heard it too, and from experience, he was pretty sure it was a man in the trunk.

Being stared at by the two, Marven was silent for a moment, "Okay."

With your turn signal, you leave the main road onto a country road and stop in a grove after a few minutes.

Turned off the engine and got out of the car, opened the trunk, and pointed a gun at a middle-aged man in civilian clothes.

"Colonel of the Military Intelligence Service of England?" followed the church that got off the car, and took the documents on the middle-aged man,

Immediately scolded Marven, "Are you crazy?

"I'm sorry, Frank, I have to make sure it's the English MIA who betrayed us."

"Why?" the church looked at Marven with a bad face in confusion, "Why do you suspect that it was the Military Intelligence Agency that betrayed us?"

"This, this", Marven hesitated for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry, Frank, there are some things I can't say,

Otherwise, my friends won't have to do it, so you can let me take some secrets into the coffin and tell you about them in hell."

"FKU, bastard, you're going to hell, I'm definitely going to heaven".

The church laughed and scolded, and didn't ask again, after all, he himself had too many secrets to tell Marven.