He enjoyed the condescending feeling of holding everything in his hands, which made him very comfortable.

"I warn you, don't think that you have Deputy Director Paget behind your back, so you can do whatever you want here, if you let Director Ryan know what you have done, there will naturally be no good fruit to eat."

"Hehe, what if the director knows? We arrest people according to the rules, the evidence is conclusive, and he will not ask questions. Cherie has nothing to say, there is nothing wrong with what the person in front of her said, if she insists on accepting it, it is also Butterfly Wing and Calais who violate the rules, and the actions of the two of them are not reasonable at all.

In the face of the current situation, Cherie is helpless, and in the face of a strong man, her strength is not as good as that of others; Levi's departure is not as good as a person's background; What Butterfly Wing and Calais did made them only willing to bow down even in terms of reason and rules.

This is a dead end, and it is already a sure thing that the Pagett faction of the countermeasures bureau will deal with Calais, and no one can change it.

On the other hand, Calais, who walked into the countermeasures bureau, was not noticeable, and here everyone was dressed in civilian clothes and had different body shapes.

Finding the location of Cherie's office, Calais boarded the elevator to the top floor.

Just as the elevator closed, a building guard appeared around the corner.

The elevator doors closed, and the guards missed an opportunity to watch the elevator go up.

"Here is the third team, the target has been found, and it is doing the No. 6 elevator upward, and the target is unknown." With the news from the guards downstairs, Calais has become the target of public criticism.

The elevator went all the way up, and in addition to Calais, there were two other men and a woman.

Suddenly, the communication device on the waist of a man in combat uniform suddenly rang, and the message of the garrison was played inside.

Hearing the conversation of the communication device, several people in the elevator were stunned, looking at the number on the elevator, it was the elevator they were taking!

Elevator No. 6!

The invading brunette man stood right in front of them.

"Don't move!" The man in the combat suit quickly pulled out the energy hand on his waist and aimed it at Calais, extremely fast, extremely skillful, without the slightest panic and thinking.

The other man and woman, seeing the scene in front of them, did not panic, silently shrank in the corner of the elevator, and handed over the scene to the combatants to solve.

In addition to logistics and civilian work, there are not many idle people, and those who can enter the countermeasures bureau are all outstanding people selected from the major military academies.

As the elevator went up, Calais, who was being pointed at gunpoint, was indifferent, like a nobody, and canceled all the floors that stopped in the middle of the roof.

"Tell me not to move!" The man in the battle suit shouted, his voice echoing through the elevator, and the energy gun in his hand slammed into the back of Calais's head.

But in the next second, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and the piercing killing intent surrounded him, constantly stimulating his nerves, making him fearful, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

The man in the battle suit had a bulging forehead, trying to resist this killing intent through his will, in a vain attempt to pull the trigger and finish off the strange black-haired man in front of him.

But in the end, no matter how hard the man's hands covered with green tendons triumphed, the trigger grabbed by the energy hand just couldn't be pulled.

The elevator is still going up, there is no obstruction and pause in the middle, and with the continuous beating of the floor numbers, like a countdown to death, it hits the hearts of the three people in the elevator.

Even though Calais's killing intent only covered the men in battle uniforms, the people in the elevator were already overwhelmed by the frozen atmosphere, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads, flowing down their bodies, wetting the thick clothes they had only worn because of winter.

The woman in the elevator had even collapsed, her body slid down the inner wall of the elevator, lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Calais didn't do anything, just stood there.

From the first floor to the top of the building, in just thirty seconds, several people seemed to have passed a century.

"Ding." The crisp bell rang, and the elevator finally reached the top of the building and opened the door.

With Calais leaving, the elevator doors slowly closed, and several people were relieved and collapsed together.

Among the three, the most profound feeling is the man in the battle suit, although he is a high-level martial artist, but his strength is not as good as that guard, under the killing intent of Calais, it seems that he has walked a circle from hell, almost went crazy, and his spirit collapsed, and he is lucky to survive.

Who the hell is he? The man in the battle suit didn't even have the strength to pick up the communicator, he just wanted to close his eyes and get a good night's sleep, hoping to wake up and forget the outright fear.

Calais didn't care about those people, and now he, with his killing intent, was able to make people without transcendentality unable to move.

This is the prototype of a 'potential', and if it can be condensed into a 'potential', it will be extremely terrifying.

But the 'potential' is not so easy to condense, if you want to condense into a 'potential', in addition to superhuman talent, you must also have boldness, great opportunities, all of which are indispensable.

Calais stepped out of the elevator and came to the empty top floor, which was an overhead level, and the real office was still upstairs, and he could only go up the stairs.

Downstairs, the sound of dense footsteps came, with the excellent physical fitness of the guards, although the speed of climbing the stairs is not as good as the elevator, it will not be too slow, which is obviously already a security team to catch up.

The security team also made the elevator stop halfway through, but it was all organized by Calais's pervasive killing intent.

Invisible, colorless, and odorless, Calais' killing intent is capable of leapfrogging obstacles, irritating and oppressing enemies.

Along the way, Calais did not see any strong people, the strongest was only the guard who was about to enter the transcendent gate, as for the other guards, the strength was slightly inferior, but the victory was in the number of people and the training.

"Dah." "Dah." "Dah."

A steady footstep came to the ears of the two sitting in the office on the top floor.

The footsteps have a unique charm, one by one, exciting, and mysterious.

Listening to the footsteps, Cherie, who was originally angry, began to calm down, and this extremely rhythmic rhyme almost made her fall into a wonderful hallucination.

Intoxicated by the rhyme!

This is Calais's latest new martial arts, which uses rhythm and rhythm to produce different effects and destructive powers, captivating the soul.

Cherie suddenly remembered that the sound insulation of the office was very good, how could she hear the footsteps coming from the corridor? Shaking her head vigorously, Cherie struggled to keep herself awake and get rid of her hallucinations.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" A heavy cold snort knocked down into the air like a sledgehammer, impacting the extremely rhythmic footsteps.

The strong man's voice completely woke Cherie, and he looked at the slowly opening office door, where a dark-haired teenager appeared.

"Calais!" Cherie saw Calais and couldn't help but shout.

Glancing at the office, Calais saw only a strong man and Cherie.

"Tell me, what's going on." Calais's voice did not seem to contain any feelings, it was as plain as water, and there were no waves in the ancient well, and there was no joy, anger or sorrow.

Cherie was about to speak, but was interrupted by a strong man.

"Do you know what it means to trespass into a branch of the Countermeasures Bureau without permission?" The strong man looked at Calais with playful eyes, as if he were teasing an ant.

Soon, the sound of dense footsteps behind him came, and the heavily armed guards had come to the door of the office, and the fully automated energy rifle in their hands had been raised, aiming at Calais.

"You know, if you move, the next second, what will you become?" A smile appeared on the strong man's face, his white teeth bared, and he smiled brightly.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Calais, and at such a close distance, no one could dodge such a dense gunfire, and the next second it would become a sieve.

He likes to watch other people's expressions in despair the most, it is so vivid and wonderful.

But Calais ignored the strong man and looked at Cherie on the side.

Feeling Calais's eyes, Cherie was speechless for a while, and subconsciously dodged Calais's gaze.

Faced with Calais's questioning, she suddenly didn't know what to say for a while.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, no one spoke, and the face of the strong man gradually became unpleasant.

"Take him." The strong man waved his hand, like a fly, and motioned for the guards to move and capture Calais.

However, to his surprise, none of the more than a dozen guards stepped forward!

"Can't you hear me?" The strong man yelled impatiently.

However, no one stepped forward, and everyone seemed to freeze there, their bodies trembling indiscernibly.

Killing Intent!

A terrifying killing intent permeated the entire rooftop, making everyone feel the bone-chilling cold.

Fear!

Indiscriminate killing intent permeated all the guards, the strong man and Cherie.

"Bang!" The fully automatic energy gun fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, this time Calais didn't spare his hand, the killing intent was fully opened, and those guards didn't support it for too long before they all collapsed to the ground!

Even Cherie, who was about to step into the transformation, turned pale, and cold sweat continued to flow, wetting her back and constantly retreating.

At this time, the strong man's face finally changed, although Calais's murderous aura did not have a substantial impact on him, but he had never seen such a terrifying killing intent.

This kind of killing intent that seemed to be materialized was simply unheard of, and he didn't know how much blood Calais had on his hands and how many human lives he had harvested.

"This person is bloodthirsty, it is a great disaster for the country, you must not stay, you must get rid of it!" This is the thought in the mind of a strong man.

"Since you don't speak, then I'll knock your mouth open with my fist." Calais received no reply, and was only able to solve it with his fists.

(End of chapter)