Carlos walked down a long trail, and he was now on his way back to "home". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This "home" is just across the street from his own son's rental house, the location is very good, and his son's girlfriend is cheating with other men, and Carlos can also see it clearly.

Carlos is an amazing killer whose bullets can travel through half a city and into the heads of his enemies. In the past, he was the legend and pride of the League of Assassins, and now, he is a sworn enemy of the League of Assassins.

Carlos suddenly sensed as if someone was following him, and the Assassin's instincts made him very uneasy, but he looked around and there was nothing suspicious.

Damn, this feeling came to me at least a week ago, as if I was being placed in a cage made of clear glass, stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

Quinn held the black military binoculars and cautiously looked at the man walking downstairs. He didn't dare to underestimate this mediocre-looking old guy, if he was exposed, it would be his team doing their best, and I am afraid that he would not be able to leave a bullet hole in this old guy.

Carlos' instincts weren't wrong, he was indeed being watched, and that kind of surveillance that was exaggerated to the extreme. Before you know it, a neighborhood near the protagonist's house is inexplicably filled with new tenants. The Republic sent agents of almost all the faces of Europe to England. Because of the short period of time, the British government is not aware of anything at the moment.

In this case, Carlos and his sling son, Wesley, go out to buy a pack of cigarettes, first receiving the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes from nearby buildings, and then encountering dozens of passers-by who are actually agents of the Republic on the way. It would be strange if Carlos didn't feel that something was wrong.

"Target Two is fine." Quinn bowed his head and said a word to the microphone. Watching Carlos leave his area, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and threw the telescope on the table.

Carlos lived a regular life, unless he went out to assassinate a member of the Assassin League. In just one week, Quinn and his colleagues in the UK have figured out what color of underwear Carlos likes to wear and what brand of toilet paper he likes to use after going to the toilet.

To tell the truth, this kind of day is very boring, as a top agent, Quinn doesn't know why "home" suddenly woke up himself, and let himself lose his job in a technology company in the United States that cooperates with the Department of Defense, and came to a city in the United Kingdom to spy on an old man, uh, this old man's assassination methods are very superb, and the objects he assassinated are also somewhat unbelievable, but Quinn doesn't think this is the reason why "home" woke him up, you know, in the United States, He almost got his hands on a technology that was very important to the Republic.

The culprit that made Quinn babble, Tanke, was waiting for Carlos on his way to the next level. He decided to talk to Carlos before he started his move.

When Carlos was about to walk to his residence, he saw a young man with an oriental face at the entrance of his house, Carlos looked at the young man quietly, to Carlos's surprise, the eastern young man grinned at the corners of his mouth, showing a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

"Hello, Carlos. Or, should I call you the pride of the former League of Assassins? ”

Hearing the words "League of Assassins", Carlos suddenly changed color, and he slipped a dagger out of his sleeve, aimed it at Tank's throat, and rushed towards it.

Facing the flickering blade of cold light, Tan Ke did not panic. He pulled out a soft sword prepared for him by the Republic from his belt, and the swordsmanship learned from the Kunlun plane was used, and the long sword that became straight in an instant collided with the sharp blade of Carlos's dagger!

Bang!

The aura that had not been activated for a long time was transmitted along the sword body to the dagger, and then to Carlos's body. This strange aura scurried through Carlos's body like a living being, and Carlos frowned and decisively dropped the dagger. Striding back, he pulled out a pistol from his clothes, and pointed it at Tanke.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Carlos shouted.

He didn't say this to Tan Ke, if he was only facing this young man in front of him now, then he must have killed him a long time ago. But he had to say it now, because in all the windows of the buildings around him, there were one or even several barrels sticking out of the windows, and not only that, but he even saw someone on the roof of the building quickly assembling a mortar, even if he had time to bullet, he would never be able to withstand a salvo of 120mm mortars.

Considering that his first goal was to deal with the Assassin League under Sloan's leadership, Carlos did not open fire in the first place.

Facing the muzzle of the gun, Tan Ke was not afraid, his body was already covered with a protective shield composed of telekinesis at this time. In the biochemical plane before, Tan Ke had done experiments with the military of the Republic, and the telekinetic shield on his body could prevent a single shot of a 100mm mortar shell at most, and Carlos's small pistol he didn't pay attention to at all.

To be reasonable, as long as Carlos didn't suddenly attack and fired such a large-caliber sniper bullet at Tan Ke's head half of the city, Tan Ke was not an assassin at all.

"Carlos, I think we can talk." Tan Ke said with a smile.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about between us." Carlos held his gun calmly, and he was surprised to find that, according to his rough estimates, there were at least five hundred of these unidentified armed men present. He did not understand who in Britain was capable of sending so many well-trained troops, apart from the British government and the British military.

"Carlos, you're British. Do you love the UK? Seeing that Carlos was unwilling to agree to his request, Tan Ke was not angry. Still smiling, he stood in front of Carlos as if Carlos's muzzle was not a hot, deadly, bloody bullet, but a child's hand with a toy water gun.

"I don't understand what you mean by that." Carlos was a little confused by Tank's words, but the silent Assassin gave a dull answer.

Ignoring Carlos' lifeless gaze, Tan Ke smiled and beckoned Carlos to follow him into the apartment building like a child who wanted to share his toys with his friends.

Carlos came to the building with a gun, and he found that the place where the young man from the East had guided him was next door to the house he rented.

Sensing that no one had followed him into the room, Carlos felt the urge to pull the trigger again, and the eccentric oriental youth was now facing away from him, the back of his head only two meters from him.

Kill him! Kill him!

Carlos shouted inwardly!

But Carlos finally gave up on this idea, because he thought that this young man who could punch strange air currents into his body, and at the same time could arrange 500 people in an apartment building near the railway, must not be so stupid, he must have a backhand!

As if not noticing Carlos' somewhat fluctuating mood, Tan Ke took a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock, the key turned, and the door was opened.

It was an unremarkable room, but the moment Carlos set his eyes on the room, large drops of cold sweat oozed from his head.

"Carlos, do you love your country?" Tan Ke repeated the question he had just asked. By the way, he gently placed his hand on an object beside him.

"You ......" Carlos felt as if his throat was being stuck by an invisible hand, and he had killed countless people to have the feeling of being speechless now.

Tan Ke's hand was on a cylindrical backpack, if it was an ordinary person, then he would definitely not have any other thoughts about this backpack, at most he thought this backpack was ugly.

However, Carlos, who is well-informed, does not think this backpack is ugly, on the contrary, if possible, Carlos only wants to get as far away from this backpack as he can.

Because this backpack is called B-54. B-54, a portable nuclear bomb launched by the United States in the 70s, is 58 centimeters high, 28 centimeters in diameter, and weighs 26 kilograms. The power of the explosion is 1000 tons t, nt equivalent.

If there is no concept of 1000 tons of t, nt, then such a comparison can be made. You must know that the kind of 406mm caliber naval gun shell that Tan Ke encountered in the biochemical plane before could empty the zombies in a range the size of a football field with one shot, the charge of the shell was only 15 to 18 kilograms of t, nt, 1000 tons of t, and the range and lethality of nt3 were even more conceivable.

Compared to this terrible thing, Carlos's feud with the Assassin League was nothing, and the fight between them was more ridiculous as a child's play.

"Don't be surprised, this is just one of them. In the UK, there are a whole 100 such nuclear backpacks. By the way, do you need to verify the authenticity of this thing? ”

After saying that, the nuclear backpack weighing 26 kilograms and having a lethal power of 1,000 tons was thrown into Carlos's arms by Tan Ke as if it were a pack of cigarettes.

When this cold-faced uncle assassin arrived, his cold expression, which had always been cool, finally couldn't hold back. His legs went limp, and his hands clasped tightly around his nuclear backpack. Knowing the explosion principle of a nuclear bomb, uranium and neutrons carry out a Lian nuclear reaction, and a simple collision will not detonate this nuclear bomb, Carlos still does not dare to let go easily.

It is estimated that Carlos has never been so involved in holding his wife in his life, feeling the touch from the nuclear backpack, knowing that this thing will not have a temperature, Carlos still feels as if there are waves of heat coming from this backpack, and the temperature of this heat wave is so high that Carlos can't help but howl.

"Now, Mr. Carlos, can we sit down and have a good talk?"

A word came to Carlos's ears, and Carlos was finally freed from the terrible fantasy he had just had.

Opposite him, the young man of the East, who had transformed into a demon in Carlos's heart, was making a gesture of "please" to him with impeccable gentlemanly manners.

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(To be continued.) )