Each touch-type keypad on the worktop is clearly marked underneath to record the functional performance. Therefore, there is no need for the security personnel in the monitoring room to have a high level of education, and the old and coarse who can read and write are equally competent.

Eight displays hang in two rows on the back wall. All of them are lit up, the picture is clear, and three of them show the location of the entrance and exit. There are guards with guns.

The fat man's fingers are linked, constantly changing the picture. According to rough estimates, there are a total of more than 30 guards on the three underground floors. It's a little more, but it's not too much, it's similar to the estimated number, and they are scattered in their positions, and the patrol is also responsible for a section, in teams of two, and there is basically no offside.

The fat man found that there were several rooms with no surveillance signals. There are two explanations for this, one of which is that it was deliberately used. Those rooms have secrets, and they should not be discovered. Second, there was a problem with the monitoring probe there, which has not been repaired for the time being.

The fat man's little eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light burst out inside. He tends to the first analysis. If that were the case, the targets he wanted to save were in those rooms.

The black-clothed masked woman looked like a black god of death, exuding a cold aura that no one should enter. Standing quietly next to the fat man, silent, motionless. If it weren't for those clear eyes, it would be difficult to find that she was still a "living thing" with the breath of life.

"I would venture to ask, who is the guy you're going to kill?"

"Commander of the One Hundred and Eighty-third Division, Haizak."

"One hundred and eighty-third division?"

"You don't know? It is the number of the local garrison. ”

The fat man laughed dryly, he really didn't know. Really. The goal is the same person, and the goal is the same way!

"...... Between You"

A cold gaze came over, and the fat man obediently shut up. That's obvious, you're asking too much.

"Behold, this is the state of the land now. The person you're going to kill is also my target this time. Since the two of us have the same goal. Whoever kills him is the same, it's better to ......"

"He must die at my hands." The tone is cold and piercing, and the voice contains the killing intent of Senhan, how much does this have to be hated?

The fat man understood that the woman was waiting for him to touch the keyboard and activate the floodgates, otherwise, with her ghostly form and speed, she would have disappeared long ago.

The problem is that there has to be someone to keep an eye on the gate to prevent it from falling and then locking it. In this way, they were locked up inside, and became the "turtles" trapped in the urn.

But the woman in front of her is obviously not a good talker, and she is anxious, so it is difficult to guarantee that she will not turn her face. And it's so terrifying. Bai Shengsheng's little hand flickered, and those few snow-bright and sharp lancets were simply Hades' posts.

The woman's impatient eyes glared at the fat man, which means that you don't hurry up and start the floodgates, what are you grinding?

The fingers moved again, the knife flickered, and the next meaning followed, still grinding, do you want to die?

The fat man is so aggrieved that he wants to shout, I know Monguali, okay?

But at present, the name of the head of the regiment may not be easy to use.

It's impossible to keep this woman here. Of course, he can't stay here, in this case, the fat man is ruthless and fights!

A quick touch of the keypad with your finger opens all three gates in and out of the passage, confusing the guards' vision and facilitating the rush. Then he grabbed a chair with his backhand, red-eyed, and smashed the entire workbench to pieces like a madman.

Since you can't keep an eye here, then smash them all. After it is scrapped, see if it still doesn't work.

Destruction is indeed the most effective!

The raised gate dropped a little, and then it didn't move.

The fat man was very proud, and just wanted to show off, but his face immediately froze there.

That woman is really a ghost! Fuck, it's gone again!

Before leaving, the fat man installed remote-controlled explosives in several places in the load-bearing walls of the villa, which he modified. This is done just as a precaution.

……

Unlike underground buildings elsewhere. There is no connection to the upstairs villa, and there is no direct elevator up and down.

One of the entrances to the three basement floors is in a garage not far from the villa. After opening the gate, a 20-meter oblique downward corridor is revealed, and only through the corridor can you really enter the ground floor. From here, there is a direct elevator between the three floors.

The thickness from the ground reaches more than ten meters, and the seismic structure. The décor inside is even more luxurious and extravagant than the villa. The Sogdian hand-woven gold silk blue carpet, the crystal crystal sconce, and many reliefs on the surrounding walls are painted with silver lacquer and gold leaf, the environment is noble and rich, but it reveals a bit of tacky.

The overall tone is on the fresh side, but it doesn't achieve that effect. From the fat man's point of view, the designer should be a monk who is halfway through the monk, not professional enough. But the design of the vents deserves praise. The air is smooth, the oxygen supply is sufficient, and there is no feeling of suffocation in the breathing.

There were two corpses lying in the dark corridor behind him, which had been killed by a group of guards who had been killed by a surprise attack by the fat man when they were about to go out to check on the situation. He now felt that his fists were more effective than any weapon. The throat, temples, and behind the ears, these fatal places were smashed down by a swift punch, and the person basically confessed.

So far, everything has gone smoothly and there has been no major movement, which is a good thing, and I pray in my heart that this good thing will continue......

Bang Bang ...... Bang bang......

The fat man's expression stiffened for a moment, and his face quickly darkened. The sudden sound of gunfire shattered his beautiful illusions. Immediately afterward, a jumble of footsteps and shouts was heard, occasionally mixed with a few screams.

Finally there is a commotion! Let's just say, good luck can't always hit the head, and there will always be a time when it runs out.

The sound of gunfire means that the "woman" has already received the enemy, and perhaps the enemy troops outside will soon hear the news and surround them. Now he has to race for time. At the moment, he did not dare to slack off and accelerated the pace of action. Go straight to the rooms you wrote down.

A huge figure walked like a fly in the hallway. The gun in his hand fired continuously, and every time the gun rang out, someone would fall to the ground. He was able to unload the gun extremely quickly, and it took no more than half a second to reload the magazine. This is thanks to his nimble hands. Often, as soon as the muzzle of the enemy on the opposite side is pointed at him, his gun goes off first.

The guards on the opposite side also learned to be smart, so they simply didn't aim and swept wildly. Gunshots rang out like popping beans. The surrounding walls were shattered, mud was shooting out of the walls, and there were pitch-black bullet holes and holes that had been melted and pierced by ultra-high-temperature energy beams. The original palatial corridor was destroyed to a pulp.

The fat man is now at the limit, and he has been driven to a desperate situation, and he doesn't know what to fear. The body is constantly changing, and the huge body is incredibly flexible. The muscles in his left arm were pierced by the bullet, and a lot of blood flowed, but fortunately the artery was not broken, and he was able to persist by simply bandaging it to stop the bleeding.

His head and face were dripping with sweat, panting and leaning against the corner of the wall, his injured left arm did not dare to use any strength, and his heart ached, so he could only hang weakly and hang down at his side. Blood ran down his wrist from his skin, his whole hand was stained red, and there was a large pool of blood in the ground. This was the first time he had been injured, but strangely, he had fainted before, and now he was no longer fainting.

Perhaps it was when he stabbed Gulie with a scalpel, when the blood spurted from the carotid artery splashed his head and face, and the excessive stimulation invisibly cured his faintness. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his face is not white, his legs are not weak, his hands are not numb, and his head is not dizzy.

With one hand, he reached from the hem of his shirt and tore a large piece from the waistcoat he was wearing, and then bit it with his teeth and tore it into strips of cloth. One end bites with his teeth, grabs the other and wraps around the injured part. Then the teeth and hands work hard at the same time to tighten the strip of cloth. Blood, which soon penetrated. But it's fine.

On this floor, he killed eight guards, including the two in the corridor. He remembered that the rooms that did not have a surveillance signal were not on this floor, there was one on the second floor, and two on the third floor. Wiping the sweat from his face, he tried to move his injured left arm, the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch, muttered a few curses in his mouth, got up again and went straight to the elevator.

As soon as I ran to the elevator entrance, I heard a "ding" sound, and the red indicator light on it turned green. There are people in the elevator.

The fat man held the gun in both hands and tilted his head to aim. A second or two passed, there was no movement, and the elevator doors did not open.

The fat man's eyebrows twitched, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, his face suddenly changed, and his body instantly fell forward.

As soon as his belly touched the ground, he felt dozens of beams of molten iron energy pass through his head. The metal elevator door dozens of centimeters thick instantly became a sieve, with honeycomb-like holes on it, each of which was the size of a fist, melted at ultra-high temperature and then cooled instantly, making the edges smooth as a mirror with a faint silver-white glow.

Then the elevator door opened, and three or four guards rushed out, and the fat man, who was lying on the ground and was so frightened that his heart almost stopped, ran his head in an evil fire, raised his hand and raised his gun, and the gunshots rang out continuously.

In the muffled grunt of pain, there were seven bullets in a shuttle, and none was left, and all of them were gone. Shooting at close range, plus the other party didn't expect that there was a living person lying on the ground, the incident happened suddenly, and none of the seven bullets were bad, all of them were on them. One of the unfortunate ones had something under his crotch shattered, and the second bullet passed through the wounded part and into the abdominal cavity, and finally got stuck in the skull, his face twisted and protruding from the eyes of a dead fish, and his death was horrific.

The fat man was scared half to death, if it wasn't for the flash of inspiration and the quick reaction of his brain, he would have been evaporated to the point of no bones now. Dozens of ultra-high temperature energy beams, hundreds of catties of iron can evaporate, not to mention his flesh and blood. After getting up with a hideous face, he changed the magazine, pulled the bolt, reloaded, and viciously made up a few more shots and kicked the four corpses, so that he could be regarded as smoothing out the breath in his heart.

Before entering the elevator, two more mines were laid under the corpse to open the safety ring, and as long as someone turned the corpse, it would explode immediately.

The elevator went down to the second floor, the fat man's back was pressed against the elevator wall, the muzzle of the gun was aimed outside, his vigilance was raised to the extreme, and he held his breath and waited for the elevator door to open little by little......

There was no movement, and there were many corpses lying in the corridor. The surroundings were also broken. The lights were dim, and after the fat man got out of the elevator, he cautiously groped his way forward with a gun in both hands, while looking at the corpses one by one, and did not see the "woman", who should still be alive.

Room 206, the house number embedded in the center of the door panel is clear. This is one of the rooms where there is no surveillance signal. The fat man leaned over cautiously, pressed his ear to the door, and listened carefully to what was going on inside. There was a sound, it was weak, it was messy, it was noisy, and it was whining...... It seems to be the kind of sound that a person's mouth makes when it is covered.

The fat man took a step back, then kicked the door open with a slam of his face. Raised his gun and rushed in.

Everything in front of him made his eyes widen.