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Under the heavy night, the lights of the entire Huajiang City seemed to be overwhelmed by the darkness, and only a few street lamps were still struggling in the night.

Buzz ~ Buzz ~ Buzz ~

A lonely bell echoed in the sky above Huajiang City.

Lights are still on in one hotel, an old-fashioned wall clock on the wall is swaying from side to side, and the hour and minute hands coincide at twelve o'clock. The sound of a clattering pendulum made the silent room seem even more lifeless.

A gray-haired, middle-aged man sits in a chair and smokes a cigarette, dusting off his cigarette ash and looking back at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.

"It's twelve o'clock in the night, why haven't they come back yet?" The middle-aged man asked a little impatiently.

"I don't know, I just called Jeris and no one answered." Someone replied.

"Then let's wait."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, continued to look at the night outside, and smoked quietly.

However, looking at the dead night, he suddenly had an ominous premonition. He turned to the person just now and said, "We'll move the stronghold now, for some reason, Jares and they haven't come back, my heart is always so uneasy." ”

"Alright, I'll go and call the agents up and move the stronghold first."

The young man opened the door and went out......

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, but the inexplicable feeling of depression still did not disappear, and he always felt that something was going to happen tonight.

Click...... Click...... Click......

Without the sound of human words, the sound of an old-fashioned wall clock once again fills the room, and everything in the room seems to be still at this moment.

Gradually......

More than ten minutes have passed......

The whole hotel became quieter and quieter, without the slightest restless sound, not even the chirping of autumn insects.

"Why hasn't Brooke come back yet? Didn't you let him call someone? The middle-aged man muttered to himself, which made his already restless heart even more restless.

Pulled out his phone and called Brooke.

Honk...... Honk...... Honk......

The phone was not turned off, but no one answered. This is very abnormal, their mobile phones are on standby 24 hours a day, and they are kept on their bodies at any time, and it is impossible not to answer them.

He couldn't sit still any longer, and got up and glanced at the wall clock.

It was past the wee hours of the morning.

"Damn, this time is really unlucky."

The middle-aged man scolded. Because in Europe, 12 o'clock in the middle of the night is not an auspicious time, and legend has it that this is the time for dark creatures such as demonic vampires to operate, and humans will encounter misfortune when they go out casually.

However, the middle-aged man's heart is no longer calm, his hand has touched the doorknob, and he looks a little hesitant, should he go out?

In the end, he made up his mind to go out and see, there were no ghosts and gods in this world.

Right! This is the twenty-first century, and it is no longer the middle ages of ignorance.

With this in mind, the middle-aged man opened the door. The moment the door opened, a thick smell of blood hit the face, raw enough to make you vomit.

He came back to his senses and poked his head out into the hallway. The sight frightened him and quickly retracted his head.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the hallway of the hotel, blood flowing all over the floor, and he only glanced at it, not paying attention to who was who. But judging by the costumes, they were all agents of their organization.

It seems that there is also Brooke who went out to call people just now.

"Is there really a demon?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down the middle-aged man's forehead. With his back against the wall, he held his breath, fearing that his wheezing would alarm the demons lurking in the night.

"You're right, there really are demons."

Suddenly, such a cold sentence sounded in the ears of the middle-aged man.

Although the voice was very soft, to the ears of the middle-aged man, it was tantamount to a thunderbolt that exploded out of thin air.

He turned his head staggeredly, and saw a blood-stained human face, almost close to his own. There was a cold killing intent in his eyes, as piercing as the cold wind in winter.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran away, hid behind the sofa, and asked Zhang Yue in Chinese.

"Murderers."

"You're not from the Huaxia Intelligence Department?" The middle-aged man asked in horror. If it was the Huaxia intelligence department, how could they be willing to kill these spies if they were desperate to capture them alive?

"It's not."

"In that case, we didn't provoke you, why did you want to kill us all?"

"Do you know the night?" Zhang Yue smiled coldly, "She is my person, if you want to kill her, you are against me, then I have to destroy you first." ”

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a hidden powerful figure behind the night, and they miscalculated.

"Alright, it's time for you to hit the road." Zhang Yue said lightly.

"Alas, come on, I knew from the first day I was an agent that one day I would die at the hands of someone else." Middle-aged people have long realized that the work of an agent is tantamount to walking on the edge of a knife, which is very dangerous, either you kill someone else, or you are killed by someone else.

Zhang Yue didn't have the merciless liking of his subordinates, and the spear in his hand quickly stabbed forward, piercing the middle-aged man's head.

This spy organization is completely destroyed.

Zhang Yue withdrew the spear, tore down the curtain and wiped the blood on the tip of the spear. Carefully cut out the coagulated blood clots that remained in the crevices.

"You're getting worse again."

Zhang Yue gently stroked the body of the soul suppression gun and said to the soul suppression gun. Countless living beings died under the soul suppression gun, making this spear full of evil aura and becoming a murder weapon in the true sense.

Zhang Yue is not disgusted with murder weapons with evil spirits, weapons are used to kill, and weapons that cannot be killed are not good weapons.

Put away the Soul Gun and walk out of the hotel.

……

It didn't take long for people from the Huaxia intelligence department to arrive at the scene.

It's unbelievable that the spy organization they've been looking for has been wiped out.

Dozens of intelligence personnel cordoned off the scene and surveyed the scene to see if they could find valuable clues.

An investigator ran over and said, "Report to the chief, no valuable clues were found at the scene except for the bodies of more than a dozen foreigners. ”

"Do you know who killed these people?"

"I don't know, we called up the hotel's surveillance and found no suspicious people. And ......"

At this point, the surveyors stopped.

"And what, don't grind." The officer asked.

"And those people were all killed with one hit. Judging from the wounds, the other party is not using a hot weapon, but a spear from the era of cold weapons. ”

If there is a submachine gun against a dozen people, it is a matter of a shuttle bullet. However, it is impossible for cold weapons to take the lives of more than a dozen people at once.

"You're saying someone used a spear and overwhelmingly killed a dozen well-trained agents?"

"That's right, sir."

What kind of person is so powerful? Huaxia's intelligence services have never been able to figure this out.