The media is going crazy!

The editors-in-chief were excited to incense God.

Almighty God, do you finally remember us?

Mr. Banning's estate was bombed last night, and the British embassy was attacked at noon today.

There are so two bombshells, which are enough for public opinion to carnival for half a month.

All kinds of reporters went crazy and tried to squeeze into the encirclement, but most of them were stopped by the police.

But reporters are reporters after all, they communicate up and down, holding gold-lettered signboards on the people's right to know, and crossing into major forbidden places, as if entering a no-man's land.

The police blockade line, let alone in their eyes, the entertainment groups that have a slight relationship with each other have crossed the sea and come to the vicinity of the British Embassy by their own means.

However, these reporters were quite sensible, and they did not rush forward, and they all said that they were behind the houses opened by the police, pointed at their respective cameras, and went directly to the state to start reporting.

And at this time, in another corner of the city, a black escort car, escorted by four big men, slowly drove into the city highway.

They had just come out of Fleming's 70th Mansion 20 years earlier.

The disappearance of Duferin, the explosion of the manor, and the disappearance of Dr. Sims represent a complete failure of this plan of action.

Even if Christine was no longer reconciled, after a night of adjustment, she finally regained her calm.

If the plan is not carried out and fails before it is opened, then it is equivalent to never having this plan.

Du Fulin's life and death are uncertain, and he has nothing to do with Christine.

She was his liaison officer though.

She is responsible for all the logistical support.

But it doesn't mean that the two have a clear relationship between the top and bottom.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the sake of getting rich, no one would have gotten so close to another spy.

In fact, at dawn this morning, Christine had already returned to the CIA headquarters in a special car.

She received a call from her boss saying that there were traces of an outsider invasion inside.

Many of her colleagues have been attacked, and last time she was asked to go back to help investigate the case.

As for the hippie from yesterday, it didn't leave any impression in her mind at all.

The corpse had already been disposed of by his men.

And the four big men who are the escorts are the ones who do the finishing work.

They belonged to another group, they were just here to carry out orders, and they didn't know anything about things, so they weren't too vigilant.

In addition, they were a little sluggish after staying up all night, so until now no one found out that there was a black motorcycle that had been following them for a long time!

Out of the main road of the city, into the direction of the suburbs, there are fewer and fewer cars on the road.

As soon as he turned the corner, the motorcycle behind him accelerated sharply and rushed straight towards the escort vehicle.

The driver yawned, glanced at the reversing mirror boredly, and his eyes suddenly froze.

"Be careful, everyone, there's a motorcycle catching up!"

The motorcycle is clearly modified and explosive.

From the time he appeared in the rearview mirror to the time he caught up, it took less than 20 seconds.

The driver just wanted to turn the steering wheel and don't drive the motorcycle, but the other party was more flexible, and in the case of the motorcycle without slowing down, his arms were forced, and the whole person stood upside down, and a volley flip was directly on the rear compartment.

The motorcycle shook a few times, lost its balance and fell, quickly disappearing from view.

Receiving a reminder, the other three people directly took out their guns, and the muzzles of the guns were all pointed at the rear.

The driver was also staring at the rearview mirrors of both sides, swinging the steering wheel from time to time in a vain attempt to throw the other party out.

At this moment, a head suddenly appeared on the windshield.

The other party pulled the helmet away, revealing a delicate face, grinning, and a dogleg knife was plunged directly into the windshield.

"Damn it!"

The driver yelled.

This is an escort vehicle, and the windshield is tempered glass, although it cannot reach the level of bulletproof glass, but it can also resist small-caliber bullets.

Now it is unbelievable that he has been pierced by a woman at close range.

That's right, although it was only a glimpse, the driver still saw that the other party was a woman with a delicate face.

The driver's scolding attracted the guns of the other three to the others.

They were staring at the windshield with their guns raised.

The rear door suddenly exploded.

A ball of fire rushed through the cracks, but fortunately it was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

The steel door, of course, flapped twice before it was kicked out with one foot.

The thrust from the explosion caused the other three vigilant men to lose their balance and fall headlong to the ground.

Even the pistol was lost.

The driver was pressed into the driver's seat, his eyes widened, and he was holding the steering wheel tightly.

He was still young and didn't want to die so early.

His wife has just given birth to her second child, and the family still needs to pay off the mortgage, so she can't leave so early.

Just when the driver was still thinking about his wife, the attacker, like Spider-Man, turned over and entered the car deftly.

The left hand supports the body, and the right hand plays a knife flower.

The small dogleg knife flashed a few times, and it showed a splash of blood.

wiped the necks of the three men who were still struggling in an instant.

Their eyes widened, they clutched their necks in disbelief, and when they tried to struggle a few times, they were kicked out of the car by the attackers.

It rolled on the road like a broken sack, bringing out large patches of blood.

When the driver saw that it was not good, he hurriedly pulled out his pistol.

It's a pity that this is obviously a step higher, with a flick of his right hand, the dogleg knife flew out diagonally to the right, hit the steel pillar on the right side, and rebounded and plunged directly into his neck.

The driver, with his mouth wide open, like a carp on the shore, twitched a few times and planted his head on the steering wheel.

The car lost control and rushed straight into the ravine to the right.

Unhurried, the attacker picked up a box and jumped out directly at his feet.

Like surfing, she slid on the ground for more than ten meters and then slowly stopped.

The escort vehicle in the rear had already fallen into the ditch and was no longer silent.

"Cut, it's all fake in the movie, who said that the car exploded when it overturned?"

The attacker took off his helmet and threw it aside.

Long hair flowed out, smooth and dark, with a shiny glow.

She gently tuddled her hair and pulled it in a bun at random, revealing a delicate face.

It was Haruko who escaped that night.

She crouched down and pulled a small hydraulic plier from her bosom.

At the rear hinge, two clicks of scissors broke the hinge.

Then he broke open the box, revealing a black tuxedo neatly placed inside.

Haruko's eyes lit up, and her little pink tongue licked her lips with a satisfied expression.

"It's finally here! It's a pity that I didn't meet the little brother that day, and I obviously prepared a great gift! Forget it, let's talk about it next time, let's complete the mission first! ”

Haruko took out a thermos cup from her arms and threw it aside.

There is a symbol of nuclear radiation engraved on it, green and yellow, which is creepy.