At one o'clock in the morning, the inspection office was still brightly lit.

The 'inextinguishable flame' is widely used in buildings to produce lighting that consumes neither oxygen nor heat. The Eternal Magical Light is a bit expensive at one time, but it can illuminate every corner of the office building.

Inside the office building.

There are many official duties, and there are endless things to do every day. From the director to the staff, they work overtime every day.

There are many buildings outside the office building, and the night is silent, and only the sound of leather shoes walking back and forth by the patrol team can be heard far away.

On the dark side of the light, several stealthy figures were moving slowly. They crouched in the corners, climbed on the lattices, or prostrated themselves on the ground, making it impossible for people to notice.

Patrolling guards pass by regularly, and there are light and dark double posts outside the building, so the security must not be unstrict. The stalkers hid in the shadows and observed for a long time, until the change of guard personnel handed over, and they roughly figured out the pattern.

Less than twenty meters closer to the building, a stalker cast a spell 'Silent Communication' and whispered to a few people around him, "I've been here several times, and I'm familiar with everything.

Our goal is Administrator Wilson. He was in the middle of the third floor, and there was a large study, which was not difficult to find. The subject himself was a former craftsman and was not a threat.

At most, there were a few guards outside the study, but as long as I followed my plan, it would be easy to deal with. There was only the subject himself in the study, and perhaps a teenage maid, but that wasn't a threat. ”

Among the Stalkers, Powell did not speak, but could only nod his head in obedience. He was forced by Johnson to participate in the operation, and the other party said that the situation in the city is tense now, like a volcano about to erupt, and there is a lack of a detonation event.

Kidnapping Wilson or killing him would be enough to cause chaos in Coldwind City. It will be effortless for the Long-legged family to subdue the city, and those who have made meritorious deeds will naturally be rewarded handsomely.

This sounds like a good idea, but Powell is afraid that the chaos caused will be too big, and he will be finished with the ignition himself.

But Wilson didn't listen, on the grounds that he had been to the Inspectorate several times and had found no opponent who could stop him.

The Inspection Office has not been established for a long time, but there are still many omissions.

The stalkers seized on the loopholes of several sentry observations and crept down to the office building. They climbed a ladder with their backs to the wall, and in just a few seconds they avoided the external warning and entered the third floor of the building.

The exterior of the inspection office is square, and the interior is a hollow-shaped structure. Wilson was in the middle of the third floor. Several corridors lead to his administrator's office.

There are also two layers of security in the building, on the outside are some ordinary guards, and inside are Lorraine's party who was arranged a few days ago.

As for the large director's office, there were no people, and outside were a few lieutenants who acted as secretaries, and only Wilson was busy with work.

and Eve, who was dozing off the edge of the table. Lorraine.

The little girl is only seventeen years old, and she has nothing to do during the day, and she is easy to get sleepy at night. Wilson asked her to help with the papers, and she fell asleep after a few strokes, still clutching a handful of gems in her hand.

Seeing that Lorraine was sleeping deeply, Wilson asked the adjutant to find her a blanket to put on. He looked at the time for himself, and he had to keep busy for another two hours.

After all, it is late at night, and although there is light everywhere in the inspection office, most of the overtime workers are quiet.

An orc with an axe chatting with a dwarf outside the office. They were all recruited from the Black Forest, and they joined the 'Rich and Powerful Lords' in order to have enough food and wine and meat.

The two wizards were meditating in the hut next to the office when they suddenly felt someone touch the ring of vigilance that had been placed around the perimeter. They didn't react right away, as there were also staff members walking around during the night.

But after only a few seconds of hesitation, the orc guarding outside the office suddenly roared. His natural ability, 'Alertness', was activated, and he slashed into the hallway with an axe.

The once empty corridor swayed with light and shadow, revealing a hunched human figure holding a short dagger.

Assassin.

Invisibility.

The atmosphere in the middle of the night suddenly became tense.

The infiltrating Assassin did not retreat, but instead advanced, his body twisted nimbly, brushing the edge of the axe blade and continuing to rush forward. The orcs roared even harder, but they passed by as they saw the enemy approaching them.

The dwarves behind them had already jumped up, iron shields in hand, and one-handed battle axes in their hands. With a ferocious shield strike, he blocked all the Assassins' path to continue their way, ensuring that they were left behind.

Orcs and dwarves are all dealing with the same target, but there are multiple lurking figures in the hallway behind them. Instead of attacking directly, the group threw a black ball.

The sphere hit the ground, bounced a few times, and exploded. It was not very powerful, but it burst out with a large amount of smoke that obscured the view, and quickly filled the entire corridor outside the office.

Under the thick smoke, the orcs and dwarves with dark vision could not see clearly in front of and behind them. They are too close for fear of hurting their companions, so they can only fall into a state of self-preservation.

The guard wizard who stayed in the hut to meditate only reacted at this moment, and immediately cast a wind spell to blow the smoke away.

However, a delay of a few seconds gave the infiltrated enemy a great chance. They were a multi-tasking combination of assassins and wizards, and a fireball blast opened the door to Wilson's office.

The enemy dodges in.

Finished!

The hallway space is closed, and it takes time for the wind to sweep the smoke away. Every second counts at the moment, making the difference between life and death.

However, the orcs and dwarves in charge of the defense did not dare to move, as they were being attacked by an assassin and could not be separated.

The infiltrator is familiar with the environment of the entire building. It's all about talking. The girl's screams of helplessness and panic echoed in the office, indicating that the situation had deteriorated to the extreme.

The sound was so terrible that the guards who had been on duty for a few days were furious. They had just come to fail in their mission, and Mr. Wilson was unlucky to protect.

The moment the fireball exploded, every pore of Johnson's excitement was refreshed and pleasant.

The operation was too easy, too simple.

The garrison inside the building seems to be tight, but it can only stop ordinary petty thieves. For wizards with supernatural abilities and assassins with specialized infiltration skills, this place is full of loopholes and sieves.

Haha...... only wizards can deal with wizards, and illusion wizards are the strongest.

Johnson saw his opponent just a few metres away.

Both orcs and dwarves are too dumb to be easily distracted by an assassin. The other two motley wizards were like fools, dragged down by a simple smoke bomb.

The target is inside the office, and in a matter of seconds, his throat will be slit by the assassins who rush in - Johnson has already made up his mind not to live his mouth, just to cause chaos and conflict.

Don't be greedy for merit, definitely not greedy for merit.

Done this vote, even with Fils. The ice-cold indifference of long legs should also give enough rewards.

At this moment, even Powell, who opposed the action, was extremely surprised. As if the irresistible Victor. Hugo was so negligent about the safety of his subordinates.

Wilson's death tonight will shatter the myth of his invincibility!

Could it be that God has given a credit and picked it up for nothing?!

If you really want to pick it up for nothing, I'll pick it up too.

Two Assassins burst into the gap in the wall that had been blasted by the Fireball Technique, followed by Powell. Johnson laughed from behind, and the victory was in his hands.

In the gap in the thick smoke, a weak girl cried in panic, "Help...... I really can't cast spells." ”