Xiao Fei has never been so grateful for the weather in this southern metropolis.

In the Yangtze River basin, it is still the end of spring when the climate is pleasant, and people are still wearing long sleeves, but in this city, the summer heat has already shown its signs, and people have changed to short sleeves.

Because of this, Amber was able to easily lock on to the guy in the kaftani in the crowd.

"Target, silent, no explosion......"

Xiao Fei had already rushed down the electric escalator to the ground as fast as he could, grabbed the fallen terrorist, turned around and ran towards the sparse place in the crowd.

He walked straight through the ready-to-wear store on the ground floor, smashed through the window to the plaza outside the mall, and threw the terrorists into the musical fountain in the plaza.

Before the terrorists had fallen into the water, the splash from the explosion rushed into the sky.

**

In the live broadcast room of a popular outdoor anchor on a live broadcast platform, the room is called "Sudden Terrorist Attack!" Battle Maid Live".

At the moment of the explosion, the barrage suddenly broke out.

"Exploded?"

"It's a person who threw it into the water! People exploded? ”

"Bullets? So this is an attack by the Donkey Cult? ”

"How did the maid team run out of the men? I want to see the little sister! ”

"This man's ...... Women's clothing maybe good? ”

"Don't be stupid, this kind of Northeast Han women's clothing is disgusting, right?"

In addition to this messy content, there are also fans of the maid team asking, "Where is my Ji Qiuchi?" ”

"Where's sugar? I want to see Sucrose use a Japanese knife to fight the bad guys! ”

"Don't shoot men, I want to see the disheveled Susu!"

**

Two white men who had been watching from a distant high-end office building were also watching the live broadcast — in fact, multiple live broadcast rooms were open on the screen wall of their room, all of which were live-streaming the hijacking.

"That throwing force just now," said the standing man's serious expression, "far exceeds the maximum amount of effort guaranteed by the informant's chest patting." ”

The sitting man took a puff of his cigarette, spit out a smoke ring, and said: "That's right, it's much stronger than our army's latest prosthesis, and if the output of the leg prosthesis is also so strong, the bounce will be very amazing, maybe it can really be like the one in this country's martial arts novels." ”

"When we send the information to the country, we will frighten a lot of people."

"I'm surprised that the gentlemen in China haven't gotten used to the new technologies that are emerging in this country."

"In the past half century, our country, the entire Western world, has used education as a tool for class division, with poor children receiving only the bare minimum education, and the best educational resources can only be enjoyed by the upper class gentlemen. In this country, the best educational resources are provided equally to all children, and as long as the score is enough, regardless of family background, they can enjoy a super-first-class education. I think that's a manifestation of the 'superiority' that their government has been emphasizing all day long, and it turns out that they are right. You know, John," the standing man swapped the sitting's pseudonym, "and the longer I stayed in this country, the more worried I was about the propensity to defect to the enemy. ”

"I thought you had done that, Joe." The seated person also shouted out the pseudonym of his colleague, "Actually, the country thinks the same way, so your appointment has been issued, and I'm still worried about when I should tell you the news." ”

As he spoke, John took out an envelope and placed it on the table.

"It's a ticket inside, be careful with the NSA when you go back."

"Thanks for the reminder."

"Joe" said this, but did not reach for the ticket.

"John" frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when the phone on his desk beeped, so he pressed the speakerphone, and the secretary's voice came out: "Your takeaway." ”

"John" darkened his expression: "I didn't order takeout." ”

"Joe" reached into the suit pocket and unbuttoned the holster.

"But," the secretary's voice was confused, "Miss Maid delivering the meal—wait a minute, you can't go in!" ”

It was too late, and the door to John's office was kicked right from the outside.

"Joe" drew his gun and fired, but the maid who burst into the room lowered her posture and dodged the muzzle line of fire as soon as he opened fire.

The first shot misses the target, and the bullet passes through the long black hair, and the scraped strands of hair are scattered in the air.

Joe's fire control software immediately corrected the rays - however, Joe, based on his own experience, ignored the machine's corrections and turned the muzzle of the gun towards the enemy's route he predicted......

The recoil slammed into Joe's jaw, and the bullet rushed out of the muzzle, only to hit the body of the Japanese sword, sending out a string of sparks.

"Joe's" brain immediately made a judgment based on its experience: it was impossible for the opponent to block the next shot with the slightest movement of the muzzle, which had nothing to do with the prosthetic's performance, and was purely physically impossible - unless the opponent's battle prediction software could do it like a Jedi prophet.

"Got it!"

With such conviction, "Joe" pulled the trigger again.

However, there were only long flying hairs in front of the muzzle, and the bullets had no effect except to cut a few hairs, and finally burrowed into the wall and did not move.

"Your software needs to be upgraded." A sweet voice came from under Joe's line of sight, and as soon as he lowered his head, he was met by the hilt of a Japanese sword.

**

Sucrose's slam blow from the hilt of her knife shattered Joe's cheek and caused her nose to spurt blood.

After "Joe" fell, Sucrose turned to John behind his desk.

"You...... Do you want to resist too? She asked with a smile.