The explosion just now seemed to be a signal. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Most of the reporters were suddenly frightened by the explosion behind them and began to flee in a hurry. But there were also assassins posing as journalists who pulled out pistols, daggers, and even more...... He fell to the ground, covered in green blisters, and his whole body began to lose weight......

"It's a recessive mutant!" I roared. This is the first thing that Israel's Mossad agents thought of, at the cost of the life of a top agent, to eliminate high-value targets like national leaders.

But at the moment, ten people have fallen to the ground, and five have drawn guns! I'm not fast enough to decapitate them one by one.

Five men with guns drawn shot at the people on the ground, one by one, and they all shot their heads. There were also several people who had been like attendees and waiters (these people had been around Chairman Kim and the others just now, and their attention had been on Chairman Kim.) Either the assassin or the secret guard) immediately moved closer, pulled out various firearms and surrounded Chairman Kim in the middle.

"Retreat!" I shouted to the crowd, "There are hundreds of enemies, and it is impossible to target only one Chairman Kim, they want to wipe out the Pyongyang command!" Now there is only a radio room, and order can be restored! ”

But what was broadcast in the radio room was a notice of persuasion in English, Korean, Chinese, and Russian. Can't count on them anymore.

The guards made a way for me to walk to Chairman Kim. He excitedly shook my hand and thanked me: "Comrade Makyebka, thank you for saving all the military and civilian ...... in Pyongyang" (this is the most sincere sentence of his attitude since I met him - although he still boasted about it without a trace).

"This is not the time to say this," I said, pushing Chairman Kim's hand away without a trace, saluting the Russian-Korean Major General next to me, who was a head and a half taller than me, "Comrade Igor, you are familiar with your Leader's Guard. You cover the retreat of the high-ranking officials, and by the way, find Daxia and ask her to come to the radio room. ”

"Understood!" After only a second of shock, Igor saluted me, "Take care, comrade." ”

"Makejebka......" Chairman Kim's shouts drifted into the explosion, and Major General Igor immediately jumped on the table and shouted over the walkie-talkie to regroup.

At this moment, from the seven or eight different doors around the hall, hundreds of special forces poured in! Dressed in uniformly American camouflage uniforms (but without any markings), they opened fire on the crowd as they entered. At this moment, most of the guards were still in all corners of the hall, and it was difficult to gather for a while, and they were afraid of hitting the crowd flowing around, and the situation became very chaotic for a while.

I don't care about any of that. Whenever someone bumped into me, I pushed them out of the way and headed straight for the radio room. I don't need a monitor, I don't need a map, I can see the structure of the bunker from Igor's eyes. As for the situation on the road, just count how many people are wearing individual psychic shields, and "flip through" the memories of the corpses that still have residual warmth.

There were six special forces at the corresponding doorway, holding nothing more than standard Allied assault rifles. Their task is not fire suppression, which can be dealt with.

I hid behind a heavy table with bullets sliding over my head. Just now I "borrowed" a submachine pistol from Igor, and now it's time to use it. I threw my chair from behind the desk to the six vital signs, and shot them out from behind the table as they were distracted.

The venue was chaotic, full of people fleeing and fighting. No one would notice that a man dressed in the usual uniform of the Storm Team Commander was approaching the radio room. They should have stopped me.

And in front of me, five corpses, and one wounded Allied soldier. At the moment, he dragged his injured limbs and was still crawling to the walkie-talkie in vain.

"This is the 14th detachment...... A very communist bandit attacked us, and the other five died...... Hey......" There was smoke on the walkie-talkie, and the muzzle of my micro-punch gun was still smoking.

"You've got a lot of nonsense." I grumbled impatiently and took off his helmet. Very well, not an implantable psychic shielding device.

"Don't kill me......" his eyes revealed deep fear, "I will tell you everything you want to know!" I can do anything......"

"No," I said, recovering from my senses, tilting my head slightly, and in a cheerful tone, "you've lost the meaning of life. ”

I picked up a special soldier's weapon and bullets, pierced his head with the bullet, and walked away with their blood.

Behind the door is a straight corridor, flanked by fire elevators or elevators, except for quarters for the guards. At the door of the dormitory on the left, I knocked three times sharply, then knocked alone, and there was the sound of footsteps and bullets loading from inside.

"Password?" The man inside asked nervously.

“…… Jiang San...... "I paused, and when the words came to my lips, I temporarily changed to Korean.

"Long!" The person hiding by the door seemed to hesitate, and the one who answered me was another person who was facing the door, and a third person came to open the door. There were ten guards in the room, as well as fifteen technicians. There are no alarms, walkie-talkies are not with them.

The moment the door was opened, the little Al-American man who pushed the door out saw my military uniform and hesitated slightly. It was this hesitation that killed him. Next to the door was a pigtailed Yankee, and the moment he pounced, I pulled out my pistol and gave him two shots.

I kicked the two corpses on the ground and opened fire on the enemy with my memories of each security position in the room. Two fell in an instant at the door, although soon someone shouted "Find cover!" Call for reinforcements! ”

However, their captains and vice-captains (people of different levels can guess their level by life signals even if they can't sense emotions) were killed, and the counterattack was very pale and weak. Six security guards were killed in the first round, three more in the second shootout, and the others had to drop their weapons and surrender.

I put down the assault rifle. Suddenly, he was stopped by a person from behind, and three technicians who reacted quickly had already picked up the gun from the ground. Damn it! The strength of the person in the back was so strong that I couldn't break free, so I could only step on his toes and hit the wall with this guy's body.

Fortunately, these technicians have long since returned the basic military training course to their training instructors (or rather, there may not be a training course at all), and when they saw us rolling in a mess, they immediately messed up. I fell to the ground, and the hands that were holding me behind my back finally let go. Before I could turn around, I felt a layer of pain on my face. It was the guy who had crossed the password with me in Korean when he entered the door, glaring at me with red eyes. Well, the muscles on his body show that he is a soldier with long-term professional training......

Just as we were in a difficult confrontation, a sharp long knife suddenly grew out of the mouth of the guy in front of us, and blood gushed out. Before I could see who was helping me behind me, a few silver rays of light flew out from behind the corpse and slashed past my eyes!

It was so fast, and when I look back, I'm still surprised that I didn't get hit. He was targeting a few people behind me who wanted to shoot with a gun, and now they're dead on the ground. The body of the South Korean in front of him also slowly fell, revealing an emaciated figure.

Whether they fell or popped up, I swear, I can be sure that they are "compatriots".

"It's good speed and stealth," I said, holding back my deep surprise and to my newcomer, "Are you from the Storm Team?" ”

The other party was wearing a suit as black as a crow, and the cloak on the back made me wonder if he was a cool boy, but I knew it couldn't be. With his secret weapon techniques and concealment ability that I didn't even see clearly...... That's pretty good.

When I got closer, I noticed that he was wearing a funny Stalin mask all along. I've seen this kind of mask in the United States, and ten dollars can buy a full set of funny masks from the leaders of the main Allied member states.

He slowly took off his mask, sighed, and said, "General Mark, I'm going to criticize you for this." Although the storm team is very good, but the coalition forces are out of the storm team, it doesn't mean that there are no masters, does it? ”

The moment I saw this face, a few people in the crowd suddenly took a breath of cold air, and I was at a loss.