"I want to cry!"

"Hold on!"

"No tears. ”

The three Franco-German scientists kept comforting themselves, calm, you must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.

Hah!hah!ha!

Whining!

It seems to be.

Soon.

Melodious music.

The king came to power.

With a smile on his face, at this moment, all the cameras were aimed at the three figures with different painting styles, and there were many older people present, many of whom had gone to Burmese for treatment, and their eyes were friendly.

Of course.

There are also unfriendly.

Truth.

Many people are eager to tie up the three of them and force them to ask about the preparation technology of the transcription stock solution, which is not entirely for economic interests, but also curious, especially scientists, who are really itchy.

Two years.

There is no progress, who does not catch the blind.

"Congratulations. ”

"Thank you for your contribution to the world medical community. ”

“。。。 ”

In the face of the media, while thanking, the king muttered in his heart, hoping that the consortium would not make too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden's face would have to be lost to the world, and he was helpless about it.

Capital.

It's already under control.

King?

It would be good to be able to maintain the status, just to save face, after all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and bloodline have been the mark of this land, and with the royal family, capital has hereditary dignity.

Otherwise.

Pure capital.

No matter how strong it is.

It's just a bunch of money, not money with 'honor'.

。。。

"It's not over yet. ”

Outside the concert hall.

At the top of a building, two men dressed in black with binoculars looked nervously down, they had been transferred from the United States, and their hearts couldn't help but pound when they thought back to last month.

One night.

Hundreds of people died, and they were all elites.

Today.

They may have to face the same enemy, thinking of this, their palms are sweating, they are already walking in the shadows, and they know how terrible an opponent is when they are hidden, it is really fatal.

"A9 observation point, normal. ”

"Roger. ”

every minute.

You have to report it.

Put down the communicator and continue, the entire concert hall around the top of the tall buildings, all their people, two or three people, monitoring all suspicious people, more people on the ground.

"Uh. ”

"What?"

"Nothing. ”

'Say. ’

"I felt like I was being watched. One of them frowned, this feeling was strange, it was not killing intent, he had not been down from the battlefield for a long time, and he was very sensitive in this regard.

"Which direction?"

“。。。 ”

I'm not God, I know.

Looked at.

The companion reacted, too, it was strange to know, and suddenly, the man said: "I always feel that it is not that we are surrounded by others, but that we are surrounded, and I hope that I am more careful." ”

Just a moment.

He remembered.

That feeling is the feeling of being ambushed, and I didn't care too much about it before, because I was the ambush party, which was impossible, but when I thought of the mystery of that force, I didn't dare to believe it.

"Besieged?"

The companion was stunned.

On intuition.

That person is much stronger than himself, he just came out of the CIA, and he is skilled in professional skills, but in terms of intuition, compared to the front-line soldiers, he is still an elite special soldier, and the gap is not small.

"Are you sure?"

"Nope. ”

"Huh?"

"It just feels like the atmosphere is weird, be careful. ”

After speaking.

The special soldier squinted, looked in all directions through the binoculars, and some of the roofs could still see their own personnel, and after turning around, no suspicious people were found, and everything was so normal that it was terrifying.

Be quiet.

Quiet.

Well?

The man suddenly had a spirit, it was too quiet, so quiet that the familiar sound of breathing was gone, and suddenly, the hairs on his whole body stood on end, and he turned his head with difficulty, and in an instant, he was so frightened that his soul was frightened.

Companion.

It's gone.

In its place, an unfamiliar face.

Now.

was smiling at him, that smile, he felt more terrifying than the smile in any horror movie, terrifying, because it was so exciting, he was so frightened that his whole body stiffened for a while, and he couldn't speak at all.

“hello。 ”

This sentence.

It was the last word he heard before he woke up.

Then.

As soon as it gets dark, you don't know anything.

。。。

"Normal. ”

"Normal. ”

"Normal. ”

“。。。 ”

The information from all parties was gathered on the Greek side.

Everything is normal, but this normality sounds so ironic, last time in the United States, I heard that it was the same, and it took a while for the people's actions to be over, and it was discovered.

Normal?

The less reassuring.

Suddenly.

"There is a situation. ”

The subordinate reported.

"What?"

The old man came to the spirit.

"There's a fight on Kovoro's side. ”

"It's coming. ”

This news made the old man's eyes shine, not afraid of accidents, just afraid of calm waves, the people of Kovoro, they actually didn't have hope, they were just cannon fodder, in order to catch some fish.

Then.

"Seventeen Observation Team is missing. ”

"What?"

"There's a message from Kovoro that their people are also missing, and they are sending people over. "Two bad news in a row, loss of contact, in addition to signal blocking, is death, the latter is more likely.

"Our people go too. ”

"Yes. ”

Equally.

The message spread everywhere, and a dozen or so teams of people drove in the direction reported by Kovoro, overtaking, speeding, and running red lights, and the Swedish police on duty at night received the report, but ignored it.

Tonight.

If it is not a headquarters relocation.

Otherwise.

Stick to your post, that's the order.

。。。

"Get out of the car. ”

Outside a factory, more than a dozen off-road vehicles stopped, which is located in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated, because the underground forces in the vicinity are rampant, the security is poor, and few people come at night.

But.

Kovoro is the No. 1 of the world's underground forces.

In front of it.

These are all junior brothers, but the business is different, Kovoro is out of the low-level business model, biased towards the high-level underground forces, strictly speaking, it is an upgraded version of the underground forces--- dark forces.

"Be careful. ”

Dozens of people got out of the car.

Look at the factory in the distance.

There.

Surrounded by an iron fence, some of the lights in the factory were still on, some were flickering, and according to the mission description, only the people of Kovoro went in and took others outside for the time being, ready to support at any time.

"Up. ”

Nearly twenty heavily armed Kovoro members pressed against the wall.

"Good professional. ”

Rear.

The people of the consortium kept nodding, the members of Kovoro are all the elites of the elite, and now they look at it, and they live up to their reputation, a considerable part of the CIA's global intelligence network is controlled by Kovoro.

Really.

There are two brushes.

Soon.

The men of Kovoro entered the factory.

It's only a dozen seconds.

"Da Da Da!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

“。。。 ”

The sound of fierce battle sounded, and the people squatting behind became nervous, and after nearly half a minute, the sound stopped, and the night returned to its previous quiet, and they were eager to know the outcome of the battle.

"Kovoro's support failed!"

Soon.

Voices ringed in the headphones.

"New reinforcements from Kovoro are coming. ”

“。。。 ”

This style of painting.

Seems a little weird!

A reborn super banking system