A Western reporter was looking at the small flying object slowly rising in amazement, when he heard the sound of reversing, and the group of vehicles claiming to be from Bolt reversed in an extremely orderly and rapid manner, and after a beautiful tail flick drift, the black sedan that took the lead "grinned", and the motor sounded twice sharply, and rushed towards the Western reporter at a very fast speed.

The Western reporter only had time to open his mouth wide, and before he could make a sound, he was hit by a black sedan in the chest, and in the midst of blood, a humanoid figure wearing a tie spun and flew out, and fell heavily on the road. The eyes of the Western reporter were wide open, and blood foamed intermittently from his mouth, and after a while, he was no longer twitching.

After hitting and killing a journalist, the black sedan did not stop, but accelerated into the crowd of reporters, hitting everyone on the spot. The crowd of reporters stirred up and began to flee in panic. But how can the speed of a person keep up with the speed of this group of cars? These self-driving vehicles, writhing wildly and frantically, crashed into and killed one photographer after another.

By the time more than a dozen cars converged and gathered together, the perimeter of Xiaoyi's courtyard had been almost cleared, and there were corpses lying on the street with eyes everywhere. In the distance, the curious people were lying on the ground, clearly suffering from gunshot wounds.

A group of soldiers wearing beveled military hats slowly emerged from the nearby tall buildings, each with a grass-green uniform, which seemed to be stained with blood.

Less than an hour ago, it was the busiest part of Pingle City, and an hour later, it was the quietest place.

The soldiers moved closer to Xiaoyi's courtyard, and the black car that took the lead, after "grinning" again, also reversed the body and returned to the courtyard.

The bride and groom stood at the end of the red carpet, still without saying a word. Under the groom's wide-brimmed hat, a pair of dark and bright eyes were staring coldly at the cold killing machines. The bride's indifferent gaze looked through the thin white veil, and her gaze also looked at the distant sky.

The black sedan that took the lead slowly drove up to the bride and groom, and said in a slightly mischievous electronic voice: "Although you were out of control for a while, you finally returned to our arms. I don't think you're thinking about resisting right now. ”

The two standing on the red carpet still didn't say a word.

"Not speaking can mean two things, one is acquiescence and the other is silent rebellion. I don't see your mental activity, just because you're acquiescing. With that, the right rearview mirror of the black sedan turned into a long mechanical arm again. Five steel hands like bird's claws slowly lifted the bride's veil.

With the upward movement of the mechanical arm, an ordinary pale face was exposed in front of everyone. The black sedan that was about to grin, and the black curved smile suddenly stiffened. This face is not what it wants. After realizing this, the five steel hands of the black sedan grabbed the woman's neck.

"Who are you?" a metallic voice questioned her.

The bride sneered, and at some point there was an extra laser weapon in her hand, and she raised her hand to shoot.

Where would the black sedan give her such a chance, the five steel hands tightened, and the slight cracking of bones sounded, and the bride slipped and fell to the ground.

The bridegroom lifted his hat from his head, revealing his short hair. Ignoring his dead companion and his weapon, he wanted to shoot. But his wrist could not be raised, and his neck was also crushed by a steel hand.

The mouth of the black sedan is no longer cocked, but flattened into a straight line. It stared at the two corpses with a blank face, and only after a while did it make a buzzing sound through the electricity: "The target is not at the wedding scene, the bride and groom are two trained agents who dare to die." ”

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After changing seven or eight taxis, Guan Ke and Xue'er were escorted by bodyguards from the hidden villa of cultivation and arrived at the North Bay International Airport. Not so long ago, it was full of black birds, giving the airport a gloomy atmosphere. People don't understand why the birds are rioting, and experts and scholars explain for a long time, but they are only speculations and cannot be called a reasonable explanation. To prevent a recurrence of the incident, the glass at North Bay International Airport is made from a mixture of the world's toughest materials. At the top of the tallest building in the airport waiting hall is an electric pole that emits ultrasonic waves all the time.

As a result, there are not a few birds in the airfield at all. The bright sunlight pierced down, and the gloomy and cold atmosphere of the previous days was swept away.

The gateway lowered his hat and entered the hall with Cher's hand in hand.

As soon as he entered the hall, he could feel several lines of gaze sweeping over him, and then turned in another direction as if nothing happened. The long-term training of mental power has enabled the perception range of the customs guest to reach more than 20 meters. He was able to know the thoughts of everyone in his neighborhood, and even if they were fleeting and mixed, he could extract information from them that would be useful to him.

Within twenty meters of him, Guan Ke knew that two foreign men were watching him. Holding Cher's hand in his right hand and holding the pistol in his pocket with his left hand, he tried to move towards the crowded area and moved in the opposite direction.

When the two big men saw that the target was far away, they immediately quickened their pace and followed.

A muscular dark-skinned young man, dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, was looking down from the railing on the second floor. When he spotted the passer, the black man immediately moved in the direction of the passer.

In the midst of shoulder to shoulder, the customs customer is always vigilant to the surrounding environment. He had noticed that someone was watching him on the second floor above.

It seems that the fake wedding only attracted the attention of most people. There are not many cunning people in the world, and it is indeed difficult to hide from the eyes of these people.

A middle-aged man with a flat head greeted him, his eyes shining like a mouse. He walked towards the two Guan Ke, although his eyes did not look at the two of them, Guan Ke just knew that it was them who the other party was paying attention to. The customs guest took Cher's hand and slipped into the crowd next to him, trying to stay away from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man deviated slightly, still squeezing towards the two Guan Ke. This is a quarrel between three or five young people in the neighborhood for unknown reasons, and under the intersection of fists and feet, they accidentally hit the middle-aged man's face, and one foot "accidentally" kicked the middle-aged man's stomach.

How would a middle-aged person know that this kind of thing happened suddenly, and he was caught off guard, and his whole body bent into a shrimp and squatted down. A troublesome young man walked by angrily, and "accidentally" tripped the middle-aged man to the ground.

Guan Ke glanced at those young people, and knew that they were sent by Liu Zijun to protect them, and he felt a little relieved in his heart.

The place where the plane tickets are sold is a small hall, and because the surrounding area is covered by a curtain, the inside looks very dark.

The customs officer did not go to the window to get the ticket, he directly bought two plane tickets with half an hour to take off in the vending machine next to him.

After buying it, he trotted over with Cher towards the boarding place. In the middle of the process, several groups of people tried to commit crimes, but they were all blocked by another group of people.

The entire hall reverberated with a message reverberating passengers to board in time: "The plane to the West Coast is about to take off in five minutes, please hurry up for those who have not yet boarded the plane." The message was repeated five times before it stopped playing, followed by another voice message urging boarding.

Guan Ke held two plane tickets in his right hand, and shook them while trotting for fear that others would not know. The two soon came to the 432 waiting room, and above the door of the corresponding entrance to the plane, red subtitles had begun to scroll, reminding people to prepare for boarding in time.

Next to it, there are three exits of 419, and there are passengers entering one after another. And Guan Ke had already noticed that at least three waves of people around him were watching him. These three waves of people may have known about the existence of each other, so they did not act rashly.

"Travelers to the West Coast, please register as soon as possible. At the boarding entrance not far away, the staff began to switch between different languages, urging passengers to board the plane quickly.

The customs officer glanced casually over there, and saw that there were still two or three people in the last two or three who were staggering past the ticket gate, so he ignored it and continued to look back at the boarding gate directly in front of him to see when it would open.

The waiting area on this side was surprisingly crowded, not only were all the seats full, but almost all the places where they were standing were almost gone. There are a lot of black people who seem to be standing leisurely around the corner, but their eyes are constantly glancing.

There was no one at the ticket gate to the West Coast, but the loudspeaker was still reminding the voice message "Please hurry up and board the plane for West Coast passengers".

And the people at the ticket gate are also saying the same message in different languages and using loudspeakers. After playing it five times, I saw the customs guest pull Xue'er's little hand and quickly ran and rushed over. In the process of running, I threw away the two plane tickets in my hand like waste paper.

The staff at the ticket gate looked at the passenger's behavior in amazement, thinking that you were about to board the plane, but why did you throw away the plane ticket? Could it be that there was something wrong with this person's head? Not only did they think so, but those who paid attention to the two passenger's every move were also a little dumbfounded. When they reacted and wanted to chase after the two passers, they saw the passers take out two more plane tickets from the inner pocket of their shirts.