At 3:50 a.m., the wind was a little strong, and the stratus clouds in the sky were a little thick. The moon is hidden, and it's a good time to kill.

The assassins of the Zhongdu branch set off.

This is a team of twenty-two A-level capable people and eleven B-level capable people. The division of labor is clear and professional, with the role of covering and controlling the field, the role of concealment and detour, and the role of frontal assault. If all these people's abilities were used, they would be able to raze the area where the palace was located in a matter of minutes.

Such a line-up is luxurious—fifteen or sixteen years ago, enough to overthrow a small regime.

But now they are being used against only one person – an "ordinary person" who in their eyes is about to lose his great power.

Li Haofan is also in this group. They set out along a pipeline underground, avoiding guards that might be on the ground. Along the way, through the receiver on the eyepiece, the image message coming from the airport was seen - the convoy of the royal family was already on its way. But they have more time than they want. Because Li Haofan had made careful preparations in advance, this meant that they could sneak into the predetermined location under the noses of the palace guards, and even directly become a member of the "guards".

As a "newcomer", Li Haofan's performance is quite good. He is like a "host" who invites guests to his home, and he has already put everything together. Now the "master" led them to their intended location - lifting the lid above their heads, it was the pantry in the palace kitchen.

Li Haofan motioned for them to silence and put his ear to the iron cover to listen. In fact, the space where they were currently hiding was supposed to be filled with masonry and concrete. It was a basement of the church before it was converted into a royal palace and is said to have housed several important figures throughout history. Something bad happened.

Zhang Kesong didn't like this place, so he had it filled.

But Li Haofan knew that there was such a secret passage that could be used, so the people of the organization spent half a month digging through it.

"Wait another five minutes." Li Haofan said.

He reached out and swung behind him, focusing his attention on the iron lid again.

However, someone made a noise, and Li Haofan heard the sound of instruments colliding. It's the friction of the plastic against the metal buckle, and the hum of the switch being turned on and the current being turned on. It's hard to hear on the ground, but it's as noticeable as the sound of people breathing in a small space like this.

"How?" Li Haofan lowered his voice and turned his head.

However, he was greeted by a violent current. It wasn't an electric current from the capable, and it wasn't leaking somewhere—a directional force field limiting device was pressed directly against him. Then he was held at gunpoint.

As far as "Li Haofan" is concerned. He didn't really care about this level of interference. But the problem is that it's not just that small instrument at work at this moment, but also the powerful realm of the three A-class. His abilities were suppressed in an instant, and there was a gap of a few seconds.

For sneak attackers with the identities of "A-class" and "ex-killer", these few seconds are really enough.

Not a word of nonsense or explanation. The gun that was against him fired directly. The square electromagnetic projectile shattered his spine and pierced through his chest. A terrible hole directly thirty centimeters was brought out - half of the body was almost blown away.

The sound of the electromagnetic weapon was not loud at all, not even louder than when his body landed.

Li Haofan didn't die immediately, but leaned against the wall with the force that landed on the ground. A flash of consternation flashed across his face, and then he became calm. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Still don't believe me?" ”

Li Haofan remembered the name of the person who shot him clearly, but in fact he remembered the names of all 32 people clearly. But the name doesn't make much sense at this point...... They are supposed to be carrying out the will of the other person.

"Believe in you." The person who fired the gun handed the gun in his hand to the one behind him, pulled out the field knife on the side of his thigh, walked to Li Haofan and squatted down, pulled his head open to expose his neck, and said, "But you have to be just in case." Comrade An has treated you fairly well - at least he has been by his side for so long tolerating you as a risk factor. ”

After he finished speaking, he inserted the field knife into Li Haofan's brain from under his jaw, stirring it for a moment without the slightest hesitation.

Li Haofan died immediately, just like an ordinary person. The passage was not spacious, and the four A-class capable people who participated in the sneak attack shrugged their shoulders like four scavenging vultures, and dragged Li Haofan's body out of the hall in turn, and finally passed to the rear of the line, where they were discarded in a dark corner.

And then these people start to really carry out the task. Instead of lifting the iron cover above their heads, they pressed it on the wall somewhere below. Behind a man effortlessly scrapes down the thick layer of concrete, revealing another door. The door was pulled open, and a passage leading to the ventilation vent in the palace hall appeared in front of everyone.

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"Confirmed?" An Ruohong asked.

Again, he said, "Yes." Dead can't be dead anymore. We have arrived at our intended location and nothing out of the ordinary. I think Li Haofan died unjustly. ”

It's a pity that his tone doesn't mean any regret at all, but it seems to be a joke to pass the boring time of waiting.

"Good. I wish you every success. Destroy tyranny and rebuild civilization! An Ruohong said in a serious tone.

The same response came from the other side, and the communication was turned off.

Forty-six minutes were left before the attack was launched—and that was for those lurkers who had penetrated deep into the palace. But for An Ruohong, it was only the first dagger he threw away.

The stadium above the base has been abandoned for many years, and the grass in the field is growing wildly, and even the stands are spreading grass and small trees. But there is still a gatekeeper here - an ordinary person who is too weak to accept "evolution".

The old man was so old that he couldn't sleep. In fact, every time he lies in bed, he worries about whether he will be able to wake up the next day. He didn't quite know what the point of his job here was – there was nothing in the stadium but the weeds. Those that could be dismantled had already been taken away, leaving only dilapidated ruins. But now everyone in this world has to work, and the emperor does not support idlers.

So at this time, he woke up early as usual, first slowed down in bed for a while, and then slowly got up and coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat. Then he habitually squinted his eyes and glanced out into the stadium yard through the dust on the window glass.

As a result, he felt like he was dreaming - the venue was bright. Although it was not as bright as daylight more than ten years ago, at such a time, at about four o'clock in the morning, lights and machinery appeared in such a remote and desolate place, which was indeed a strange sight that he had never seen before.

The old man put on a garment, trembled and scrambled up the windowsill, and then pushed the glass window open. The cool night breeze blew in his face, and he smelled metal and killing.

He recognized the thing in the distance. When he was not an "old man" but a middle-aged man, he served in a missile unit of the United Empire's Aurian Defense Forces. At that time, he was most fascinated by the cold, rough metal and the infinite power contained in it, and he always felt that even the most powerful strategic weapons of today, such as light quantum generators, could not compare to those steel killers. They lack the smell of men, they resemble maidens armed with automatic weapons, rather than warriors covered in blood with knives and armor.

Now he saw the familiar thing again. The "Array 51D" missile launcher - the year of his retirement, it was just about to be equipped with the whole army. Milky white body, more than 20 meters long, more than 3 meters high, crawler chassis. It glittered in the dimly lit light, and four missiles painted red at the top of the missile carrier were silently arranged like halberds pointing to the sky—he knew that they could even launch intercontinental missiles.

But the surprise and fascination only lasted for a short time. The old man quickly became frightened, wondering whether he should close the window and rush out of the window to ask what had happened.

He saw people walking around the missile launcher, they were coming from underground. An exit to an underground passage appeared on the west side of the site, and the old man realized that the car was being transported from that exit. However, the people walking back and forth do not look like regular soldiers, but more like ......

Members of the Organization.

The old man felt a slight pain in his heart. He clutched his chest and watched for a moment, then carefully closed the window again.

An Ruohong glanced into the distance, saw the old man's face, saw him shrink his head, and saw him close the window. It was his expected reaction. In fact, he knew the old man too well - the small room he lived in was a former surveillance room. The old man thought that all the surveillance equipment in the vicinity had been abandoned, but in fact, under the broken shell, those electronic eyes were still keenly probing every corner. When he is alone, An Ruohong will see the old man's appearance, and see him aging, like a clay puppet whose surface is constantly eroded. At this time, he will feel from the bottom of his heart - he doesn't want to be such a person.

At least, he didn't want to grow old in that kind of place and spend the rest of his life.

"Leave him alone." An Ruohong said to the people around him, "It's just an old guy." ”

The people around him were a little surprised, but they didn't ask anything.

"Thirty-nine minutes countdown." An Ruohong looked in the direction of the palace in the night and said, "They have eight minutes. ”

For a team of killers consisting of thirty-two capable people, it only takes one second to kill an "ordinary person".

For Li Zhen, who is in full swing and even only half of his strength, it may only take a few tens of seconds to kill this team.

An Ruohong thinks eight minutes is enough. This is not his trump card, but his way out of the failed operation ahead. He knew that Li Zhen could not abandon the people in the palace and come after him—even if he didn't care about those who served him, he would care about his friends and family. (To be continued......)