This loud bang stunned everyone, and they looked at the scene shrouded in billowing black smoke in front of them with a dull expression.

The beautiful front desk lady couldn't help but let out a scream that pierced the clouds and cracked stones.

Even for the citizens of Moscow, who often hear about all kinds of shootings, this scene in front of them is an extremely rare scene.

And it seems that it is still using something like a wrapping bomb, which is extremely powerful and can extremely cause panic.

For a while, people couldn't help but wonder, did the terrorist attacks that were staged in various countries around the world a hundred years ago also befall Russia?

Or is this chaotic soil really about to cultivate such a flower of evil?

A hundred years ago, a twenty-year-old French accountant was responsible for the world's first terrorist attack against civilians, the café bombing.

This is not the first attack by the accountant who packed the bomb into a metal lunch box and threw it into the playing symphony orchestra, a few months ago he blew up a police station, killed five people, and then calmly returned to his desk to continue the accounting calculations.

Historian John Merriman said: "On that day, ordinary people became the target of terrorists. ”

Then the explosions destroyed Wall Street, the London Underground, a theater in Barcelona, and the terrorists killed the President of the United States, the President of France, the Head of Austria, the Prime Minister of Spain, and the Russian Tsar!

In 1881, three young men threw bombs at the carriage in which Tsar Alexander II was traveling, killing the Tsar and several onlookers.

And just when everyone was in a panic, they suddenly heard a violent cough in the smoke and dust, and there seemed to be a figure waving its arms in the smoke and dust, like a drowning man struggling.

In an instant, everyone was completely dumbfounded, alive?

How is this possible!

However, just when everyone was suspicious, a figure crawled out of the smoke and dust.

"Ahh

The front desk lady let out an earth-shattering scream again.

That's right, it's Mr. Oliver!

Oh, thank God forbid, Mr. Oliver is alive!

After crawling out of the smoke, Oliver suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking at the bright sky, he covered his pounding heart, and there was only one feeling in his heart, it was good to be alive!

He thought he was dead just now, and even his whole life flashed back in his mind.

After two minutes, Oliver suddenly felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't think about it for a moment.

It took a few more seconds for him to realize that the problem was there, and it didn't hurt.

He really didn't hurt, except for his eyes that were a little hot, that is, his hands were numb, but there was no sign of pain in all the rest of his body.

Oliver struggled to his feet from the ground, looked at his body, and smiled in ecstasy.

Although his body was covered in smoke and dirt, there was nothing damaged, let alone wounded.

Many Russians also stared at the miraculous scene in disbelief, and many were already chanting: "Shavarsh!

Hearing this earth-shattering shout, Oliver couldn't help but look in a trance.

But in an instant, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he clenched his fists, he did have the feeling of being transformed into a superhero, but it was their American Superman, not this so-called Shavarsh!

Shavarsh is indeed a Soviet superhero, otherwise he would not be known as "immortal!"

Shavarsh is an award-winning finswimmer who holds 17 world championships, 13 European championships, seven Soviet champions and holds the world record in finswimming.

He is invincible in the competition field, and while he is dazzling, he still shines in life.

Twenty years ago, Shavarsh took the bus back to the sports base, and the mountain road was rough, and the bus suddenly lost control and crumbled on the steep and uneven road. The first to react was the superhero, who, despite the danger, struggled to break through the glass walls of the cockpit and passenger cabin with his elbows, preventing the bus from falling into the canyon.

Not long after, he dived into the dirty and smelly river to rescue more than 20 people, but afterwards contracted severe pneumonia, and since then, his career has had to end.

But just ten years later, in the face of the raging fire in the Soviet Armenian stadium, the superhero rushed into the fire and rescued several trapped people, and he himself fell into a coma due to inhalation of a large amount of toxic gas, accompanied by severe burns, people thought he was dead, but miraculously, he was only hospitalized for a few months before returning to normal.

And it is said that the superhero, when he was fifteen years old, was beaten by a group of thugs and pushed into the river with a rope tied to a section of the rope with a large rock tied.

However, Shavarsh writhed underwater, and finally broke the rope in his hand and managed to break free from the boulder and swim ashore to save himself.

It was only then that Shavarsh discovered his amazing talent in finswimming.

It can be said that in the hearts of the Soviet people, Shavarsh is the most legendary hero.

And just as Oliver raised his hands and celebrated with the rest of the crowd that his life had been preserved, suddenly a little boy of seven or eight years old with a piece of chocolate in his mouth rushed towards Oliver, still holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Oliver was taken aback, jumped out a meter away, and then looked at the little boy with a wary expression.

Don't blame him for being a soldier, he does have a bad premonition at this time.

And after the package bomb just now, if he doesn't raise his vigilance, then he will really be a big fool.

In addition, after the ecstasy, a deep question arose in his heart.

Why was he able to survive such a violent explosion unscathed, was it really because of his luck, God bless him?

Or did the other party make a mistake?

However, it is more likely that this was done intentionally.

It was terrible, and a chilling feeling instantly welled up from his heart.

"A gentleman asked me to give you this piece of paper, dear Mr. Shavarsh. ”

Seeing that Oliver did not mean to take the paper from his hand at all, the little boy had to throw the paper on the ground as the kind man who gave him the chocolate had indicated, and then turned his head and broke it.

After kicking and making sure it was just an ordinary piece of paper, Oliver carefully picked it up.

Probably glancing at the contents of the paper, Oliver was instantly frightened, and his hairs exploded!

I saw that it was written on the paper: "Mr. Oliver, the package bomb just now is just a small joke, you should not be injured, after all, the package is just a gift flower that reduces the amount of medicine." Seeing this, please don't get angry, now there is a more urgent thing waiting for you to do, I put a real gift in the toilet of your dear boss, Mr. Soros, the explosion time is ten minutes after this letter is sent, I hope you can have time to rescue Mr. Soros, if not, then I can only hope that God willing, Mr. Soros has no habit of going to the toilet at this time. ”

At the end of the paper, it is written, A friend who is always watching you.

In the next moment, Oliver grabbed the paper, pushed away the crowd, turned his head and ran towards the elevator entrance!

And as he ran, he yelled in his heart, seriously, don't let him catch that damn bastard now, or he's going to have to put ten kilograms of TNT under this damn bastard's ass!

Rushing into the elevator, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, but looking at the elevator with people entering almost every floor, Oliver finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out of the elevator again on the eighth floor and began to climb the stairs.

This is the first time in his life that he has a deep hatred for Soros's liking to live on the eighteenth floor, and he is even more ashamed of his previous praise for Soros's living on the eighteenth floor as a high-rise and far-sighted.

If he had lived below the third floor, he would have arrived a long time ago.

However, he also knew in his heart that if Soros really lived below the third floor, then the time left for him would probably not be ten minutes, but three minutes, or even lower.

He's seen through the Messenger behind it, this man is definitely a devil! And the most vicious devil in hell!

As soon as he knocked on the house, ignoring the surprised eyes of his subordinates and the questions he was about to spit out, Oliver asked bluntly: "Mr. Soros is in that room now, not in the toilet!"

"It's true that in the toilet, Mr. Soros suddenly felt a little bad in his stomach just now. The subordinate replied with a strange look.

Hearing this, a creepy feeling hit him instantly, and Oliver felt that his soul was about to be scared away, and the more he was afraid, the more he came.

And how did he think that even Soros suddenly felt sick to his stomach, it was already arranged by the other party, otherwise how could Mr. Soros go to the toilet so coincidentally at this time.

Terrible!

It's really horrible!

In the next moment, Oliver pushed his subordinates away and rushed directly towards the toilet in Soros's suite.

This frightened the rest of the room and hurried to stop Oliver.

Although Oliver is Mr. Soros's first confidant, and even can directly represent Mr. Soros outside, there is no reason to break into the toilet, especially when Soros is using it now.

Even Oliver is in a hurry to go to the toilet now, so wouldn't it be nice to change one, there are three toilets in the house, why do you have to stare at Mr. Soros's toilet.

I don't know if it's because Oliver rushed too hard, or if Oliver still has a little dignity in the eyes of others, and the others didn't stop Oliver, but let him open the toilet door.

It's over!

The rest of the people were whimpering and wailing in their hearts, Oliver was finished, and they were going to be finished!

Looking at Soros, who was squatting on the toilet with an extremely ungraceful and elegant posture, Oliver suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it was too late, it was still too late.

"Oliver, get out!" said Soros, suppressing the embarrassment in his heart.

"Mr. Soros, there are bombs here, follow me quickly!"

But who knows, instead of being drunk back by Soros, Oliver pulled him up directly, and Soros, who obviously didn't have time to put on his pants, ran to the door with his legs.

Soros wanted to struggle, but when he heard the word bomb, he was stunned, and involuntarily followed Oliver, and asked in horror as he walked: "Bomb, where did it ......come from?"

Soros's words hadn't landed yet, only to hear a sudden burst of loud muffled sound like a flood bell in the toilet, and the huge shock wave instantly broke through the barrier of the toilet, directly shattering the glass of the toilet door and window, and the broken glass accompanied by the fragments of the toilet bowl and this flying "flight" turned into one, spraying in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into a downpour of rain and fell from the sky crackling, making all kinds of crisp sounds, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

It took twenty or thirty seconds for someone to come to their senses, ignoring the fragments and flying of Oliver's body, and directly lifted it, and then Soros, who was protected by Oliver, quickly pulled it up and ran out directly.

As for the hero who saved Soros, Oliver, no one can take care of him now, and he doesn't even know if Oliver was blown up.

After all, compared to Oliver, Soros is still more important, and Oliver was too close to the toilet just now, and he also protected Soros, so the area of the whole body was sprayed a lot.

As soon as he retreated to the staircase, someone wanted to wipe Soros's face with his sleeve, but before the sleeve got close to Soros, Soros vomited directly.

And at this time, they noticed that their dear boss was still showing his face, and hurriedly put his pants on Soros.

After vomiting for a while, Soros finally regained his strength, and despite the obstruction of his subordinates, he returned to the room he had just now.

Glancing up and down, a raging anger burst out of Soros's heart, and he scolded loudly in a terrible voice: "Fang Chen, I am inseparable from you!"

I saw that his original magnificent, extremely luxurious presidential suite, has now become devastated, a mess, the door of the toilet and the glass on the window have been blown up, and the toilet that was in close contact with his butt just now has been blown apart, and it is estimated that even a complete fragment may not be able to be found, maybe it has been integrated with those flying "flights", all tightly attached to the wall and ceiling.

The bed, table, chair and bench in his bedroom were also twisted by the shockwave, and stained with a lot of pickles.

If it weren't for the lavish decorations and expensive utensils around it, no one would have recognized that this was the Presidential Suite, which was even worse than the dirtiest slums.