"Our plans for today have been leaked?" Number 0 looked at Number 12 on the side.

"I don't know," No. 12 replied coldly, and at the same time, his fingers quickly adjusted in the computer, and turned on No. 8's retina satellite video.

The sky and the heavy rain caused great confusion to the vision, and the video was blurry, and the scene that appeared was pouring rain and dark clouds rolling in the sky.

"He's lying on his back," 12 said casually, then rewinding the video.

It's a very mushy picture, and the intuitive impression it creates is very bad when you look at it.

The two men in the car looked at it repeatedly, reversed it over and over again, and found nothing special, not even a ballistic trajectory.

"It must have been a bullet from behind," said 12, as he began to adjust the cameras placed nearby, "He didn't kill him on the spot, he rolled over and climbed some distance." ”

Number 0 pressed the turn button on the computer, and soon Number 2's voice sounded.

"Are you still around, Number 2?"

"You're looking for the type of bullet, right?" Number 2 looked down at the bullet in his hand, "I've sent the data over." ”

"Okay, Roger."

0 said, and quickly opened the member data.

Number 2 pocketed the bullet and wiped the bloody Swiss Army knife in his hand.

In front of him, his companion's eyebrows had been dug out of a huge hole in blood, and he was unrecognizable.

He looked at the corpse without pity, and while he felt for a "biscuit" that was only the size of a ring box, and said lightly, "Goodbye, No. 8." ”

He turned to leave, tossing the "biscuit" back in his hand.

The "biscuit" fell on the corpse, and with a sudden, it poured a pungent smell of smoke, which quickly corroded the corpse clean, leaving a jar of black and dirty water, but then it was washed away by the heavy rain, leaving nothing.

"I haven't seen this bullet," said Zero, looking at the data report sent back by Two, "and it hasn't been seen on the black market for arms, has it?" ”

"A new type of weapon?" Number 12 frowned and asked.

"I don't know." Number 0 replied, looked at the video surveillance, and then pressed the turn button on one more person.

"Here number 7."

"Number 0 here," the man said coldly, "you are the closest to the target, and after entering the villa, you can directly take the target's life, and you don't need to say anything." ”

"What about 'Lan'?"

"'Ran' is not your mission, number seven, your current mission is to kill Smith."

"Yes, sir, yes." Number 7 said.

A few thunderbolts sounded, the sky was gloomy and overcast, and it was lit up by lightning from time to time, and the earth, mountains and rivers illuminated were gloomy and silvery.

More than a dozen men crept in from various locations at the back of the manor, hidden in the darkness and silently.

Behind one of the men, a petite and slender woman suddenly burst out of a corner and caught up with the man in front of her.

The man from the special forces reacted quickly, turned around suddenly, and at the same time pulled out the saber in his hand and cut her throat.

The woman took a step back, followed by a volley backwards, raising her legs to kick off the saber in the man's hand, but the man turned sideways and avoided it vigorously.

The woman stood still, raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled: "Interesting." ”

The sound is crisp and sweet, like a freshly picked apple.

The man's eyebrows were cold, and he stepped forward again with his saber, and the knife in the woman's hand also shot quickly.

The two fought very quickly, with nearly ten rounds in just a few seconds.

With a muffled "bang", a bullet rushed silently through the man's head from his left temple.

The woman was stunned and looked at the other side angrily: "It's rare for me to meet an opponent!" ”

Another woman put away her pistol and said, "Don't waste time, Mr. Ning is not in a very good temper today." ”

She stepped over the man's corpse, the hook on her wrist shot at the tree in front of her, and she leaped to her feet, jumping to the other side, tracking down the next prey.

The woman who stayed in place was a little unwilling, looking at the man who was still panting on the ground and was also unwilling, she squatted down, raised her hand and patted his face: "Actually, you are not my opponent." ”

The man looked at her in pain, trying to reach out and strangle her to death, but he couldn't exert any strength, and finally the brilliance in his eyes gradually lost.

The woman smiled, opened his eyelids, and said to his eyeballs, "Hey, I said you guys, did you see me?" My name is Lin Kui. ”

As she spoke, she raised her middle finger and compared it fiercely, still smiling sweetly: "I'll come to you later!" ”

The first few men had already entered the manor, and the view and light had finally improved, and they divided their work, while Number 7 went directly to the garden and went to the villa not far away to find Smith.

"Murdered." The assistant looked at the video surveillance in a daze.

Smith let out an "um" and hung his head playing the game on his phone, trying not to think too much about it.

"Sir," the assistant looked at Smith, "I'm really scared right now, can I give my family a call?" ”

"You can choose to record or video," Smith said, without looking up, "if you want to leave a last word." ”

"But ......"

"Call now, are you trying to expose your family to those people?" Smith was displeased, "Don't do such stupid things, there's no place safer than this company right now." ”

"I really shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place," the assistant cried, "just for the money." ”

"So?" Smith couldn't listen anymore, he raised his eyes to look at this "assistant" who actually had nothing to do with him, and said, "If you think three million dollars is that little, I really don't know how rich you are." ”

The assistant pursed his lower lip, didn't speak again, and looked back at the video surveillance.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and many of the pictures are completely blind.

The assistant touched his deflated stomach and sighed sadly.

Then another bell rang, it was his own.

He glanced at his phone, then at Smith, "It's Hans." ”

"Pick it up."

"Hello," the assistant picked up, "Mr. Hans." ”

Even if his frightened voice trembled just now, the moment he picked up the phone, he almost instantly became a full voice, and his expression seemed to have changed as if he had changed a person.

"Hello, is Mr. Smith busy right now?"

"Well, yes, Mr. Smith, he has a meeting to prepare tomorrow."

"It's really hard, by the way, does DynaSky International have any plans to continue to raise the price?"

"This should not be something you can inquire about, Mr. Hans," said the assistant solemnly, "and even if you did, you should not come and ask me, is this a question of my profession and moral integrity?" ”

Smith on the side couldn't help laughing, amused by the serious appearance of his "assistant", and shook his head speechless and playfully.