This is a grand gathering, but also a cutting-edge mission with a special face. After receiving information from his agent, more than half of the Seraphs set off from all over the world to the United Kingdom, where terrorists are most rampant.

Britain is a hotbed of terrorists and a paradise lost for killers. It's full of immigrants from all over the world, and in London alone, there are no less than thirty terrorist organizations, not to mention killer organizations of all kinds.

Every day, someone is assassinated by a killer, and every day, there is information about assassinations hidden in a section of the newspaper. The people at the top live in the circle of the upper class, and the people at the bottom are always in the circle of the lower class, with clear boundaries between each other, and no one knows what potential dangers will be outside the circle.

A private club in the west of London ushered in a grand masquerade ball. This kind of ball is a circle for the upper class to enjoy. With each other wearing masks, you can show off your charm as much as possible and hook up with the girl you like who is also wearing a mask.

These ladies may be noblewomen, celebrities, or famous courtesans. In the words of the upper class in London, such a ball is a night of dancing to relieve stress; In the words of the London natives, this is a super ****** of breeding pigs and.

Everyone doesn't know each other, and when the dance begins, the alcohol and hormones that evaporate in the air turn people into beasts in an instant.

Don't worry about not having enough rooms, there will be all the rooms, and some are the space for you to free.

But today's masquerade was a bit deserted, and in the dim light, the men and women wearing masks looked quite gentlemanly and polite. They don't communicate with each other, and they are careful to keep a certain distance from each other, lest they run into each other. 【】

Other than that, none of them drank alcohol, and all of them chose pure water or soda.

It's weird like never before, if it were before, these men and women would have hugged and danced together, and then, with acquiescence, pushed open a room and hugged and kissed each other in the dark.

But that's not the case now, let alone kissing, not even talking. Because they are not sure what kind of unexpected events they will encounter when they touch each other. And as long as there is an emergency, they are dead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ……”

The bell at ten o'clock in the evening was clearly transmitted to the dance scene, loud and dull, making the dance venue change from deserted to silent.

Everyone stopped their movements, or chose to lean back against the corner, or choose a dark corner, or choose a marble column. They skillfully hide themselves and show their vigilance with their body movements.

"Wow!"

The door to the staircase on the second floor opened, and as the dark red wooden door carved with countless flowers opened, a man wearing a black cloak and an angelic mask walked out and stood in the center of the staircase.

Seeing the angel masks coming out, everyone focused their eyes on each other's faces, and their eyes exuded unconcealed worship.

"Xingtian," the man in the angel mask spoke, and slowly whispered to the people on the dance floor on the first floor: "The god of war in the myth of the Chinese flood wilderness, according to legend, he is the first warrior of Emperor Yan to sit down, when the Yellow Emperor defeated Emperor Yan in Hanquan, Xingtian never left Emperor Yan's side. Emperor Yan died, Xingtian settled down the people, armed with a sharp axe and shield, and killed the Yellow Emperor Palace who became the Emperor of Heaven after ascending. The Yellow Emperor went into battle and did his best to win, beheading him. But Xingtian refused to give in, and resurrected with a mutilated body, without a head, with milk as eyes, navel as mouth, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, fighting endlessly like a mountain. Later, a poet praised it: Jingwei Weimu will fill the sea; Xingtian Dance is dry, and fierce ambition is always there. Xingtian symbolizes a spirit of uncompromising! ”

The people on the dance floor listened quietly, doubtful, but still patiently waiting. It's different from before, the Seraphs never talk more nonsense, but today they say a lot.

"There are only two words you have to remember tonight: Punishment Heaven!"

The angel mask spat out the last two words in an extremely calm and powerful tone, and turned to walk towards the dark red gate.

"Bang!"

As the doors closed, everyone on the dance floor looked puzzled.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded without warning, and a violent black and red flame rose into the sky. The exploding floor tiles unscrupulously **** in all directions, driven by the scorching shock wave, turned into pieces of harvesting blades from hell!

Several people who were close to each other were directly hit **** and flew up, and the moment they flew up, the harvesting blades produced by countless explosions ruthlessly pierced their bodies, tearing apart their bodies and bones.

It's a trap!

The moment the explosion sounded, the people on the dance floor immediately used their own methods to escape. But that's just the beginning, and the explosion goes far beyond the center of the dance floor.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The four points of the clubhouse seemed to be summoned and exploded at the same time. In the explosion, the bodies of countless people were torn apart, no matter how strong they once were.

But this is still not the end, after the four points of the clubhouse exploded at the same time, countless explosion points rang out.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……”

Clusters of black and red flames erupted upwards one after another, and one shock wave after another gathered together to form a super shock storm!

"Boom la la ......"

"Bang! Boom! ……”

Faced with such a violent explosion, the clubhouse collapsed with a crush of pain and groans. The way it collapsed was not to fall sideways, but to collapse as a whole. Huge masonry and wooden pillars were mixed together, and all life was buried under his feet without mercy.

In an instant, the clubhouse was reduced to a pile of ruins, and only a few people were able to escape. But there was no smell of blood here, because the blood had already been burned by the flames.

"Remember my name?" In the car, the man wearing an angel mask asked the middle-aged man next to him, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to repeat: "Xingtian, God of War Xingtian!" ”

After finishing speaking, the man got out of the car, put down the handbrake of the car, and smiled at the middle-aged man while gearing up the car: "Seraph, two hundred meters ahead is the lake, life or death, it's up to you, bye." ”

A brick slammed down on the accelerator, and the car carried the tied middle-aged man straight towards the deep lake two hundred meters away.

Half a minute later, the sound of the car falling into the water sounded.

The man who watched this scene threw away the angel mask on his face and said to himself: Du Baobao, although there are too many festivals between us, I agree with your arrogance, and I, Xing Zhengrong, have never denied your leadership...... Very good, for the country, for the people, murderous soldiers kill gods!