As Mark Kazunga said, Malawi's political struggle is bloody and dark, and it is never the well-dressed politicians in suits and ties who decide the outcome of the struggle, but the armed forces behind the politicians. Assassinations were a common occurrence here, as the cost of crime was low, the Malawian police were incapable of apprehending Assassins – sometimes they were Assassins themselves – and Interpol did not set their sights on this impoverished land, and most of the time Assassins managed to escape the law as long as they were not killed on the spot by his guards during the assassination of an official.

Therefore, how to protect yourself is a compulsory course for every senior Malawian official, and the best of them is the former President Binglu, who not only equipped himself with three stand-ins, but also transformed the presidential palace into a labyrinthine building that extends in all directions, as far as the president's office and study are concerned, these two private spaces dedicated to the president have eight doors, light and dark, leading to different areas from different routes, and each passage has real-time monitoring without dead ends, even if a fly flies in.

If you want to raid the presidential palace, you have to cut off the surveillance signal first, but this will undoubtedly expose the intentions of the assassins, alert the people in the presidential palace, and when the presidential escort is unable to withstand the incoming assassins, the president can leave the danger zone through the secret door and hide in the underground safe room to wait for backup.

After entering the presidential palace, Mark Kaconga quickly figured out the small doorways of the previous president, but he knew that someone was coming to take his life, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the surveillance footage, let alone move to the safe room.

Rather than fleeing like a rat, it would be better to sit here and face death as the President of Malawi as the President of Malawi had already died, and the soul of Mark Kazunga was already dead, and it was meaningless for him to live a few minutes or a few more days in this shell.

However, the Grim Reaper seemed to have no interest in this old and poor soul.

………………

"Poof"

Tang Fei fired a shot at the oil painting behind him, and when the muzzle of the gun burst out with sparks, the secret door disguised as an oil painting happened to be pushed open from the outside in, and then a figure planted in, he was wearing a hood, holding a gun in his hand, and a machete and a dagger tied to his waist, it could be seen that this was an uninvited guest, if Tang Fei didn't shoot this shot, then he should have broken in, not planted in.

However, at the moment when the painting was pushed away, a bullet burrowed from his forehead into his head, breaking a wound the size of a bowl in the back of his head, and spraying the brain pulp as paint on the walls and stalls, but the painting was intact and not stained with blood.

"Ahh Mark Kazunga thought that he would not make a fuss no matter what happened, after all, he had been mentally prepared for a long time, even if the assassin slashed him in the neck, he would not make a sound, but he didn't expect this war correspondent to make him exclaim.

It is easy to explain that the Assassins will appear from here, maybe the descendants of former President Binglu got the design drawings of the Presidential Palace, or maybe they bought off the internal staff, but why did Tang Fei know that there was a secret passage behind the oil painting, and why did he know that there would be an Assassin who happened to come out of there? The timing of his shot with such precision could not have been a coincidence or luck. But he had been sitting here talking to himself, without even looking at his phone or computer, so how did he do it? Mark Kazunga couldn't think of a plausible answer.

"Such a good oil painting, you can't ruin it." Tang Fei explained that he waited until the last minute to shoot, then turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed at the wooden door on the right, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and moved the muzzle slightly to the right.

"Poof"

"Puff Puff"

Four bullets pierced through the cracks in the wooden door, blasting several gaps, and then several muffled crashes sounded outside, sounding like the impact of a man falling to the ground, and then a scarlet scarlet came through the crack in the door.

A parched Mark Kazunga pinched the cup with trembling fingers, drank a large sip of bitter coffee to calm himself down, and kept an eye on Tang Fei's every move.

Tang Fei seemed very confident in the results of the four shots, and did not open the door to inspect the corpse, but turned the muzzle of the gun again, this time he pointed the pistol out of the window, Mark Kazunga followed closely and cast his eyes in the direction of the muzzle, just in time to see two figures holding rappelling ropes falling from the sky, one foot breaking glass, but the sound of glass breaking was drowned out by the sound of gunfire in a row, and the two assassins were beaten into a sieve before they could land. Body armor and helmets do not save their lives.

Why is that?

Why did all the Assassins seem to be the actors of the crew that cooperated with Tang Fei's performance, or why could Tang Fei accurately anticipate the actions of all the Assassins? Could it be that Tang Fei is the legendary Awakened? Mark Kazunga wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to see the mysterious Oriental more clearly.

"Well, why do these idiots always like to make things so complicated with a sniper rifle or a rocket launcher?" Tang Fei shook his head and sighed, stuffed the pistol behind his waist, and took out a baseball-sized spherical object from there.

"Your Excellency, I suggest you cover your ears." Tang Fei said as he walked to the main door of the study, and after speaking, he pulled open the pull ring on the top of the object in his hand, opened the door, and threw the ball to the stairs outside the door.

The orb slid down the staircase, and when it reached the end of the staircase, it landed right in front of the four heavily armed Assassins.

"Boom-"

The orb turned into countless steel balls, shattering the four fragile bodies along with the sturdy staircase.

Tang Fei slapped his face after closing the door, and said with a smile: "Okay, the first team has been solved, and there are still two tables of guests left to entertain." ”

"You, you're ......" Mark Kazunga was dumbfounded, he had never seen anything like this, he hadn't even thought about it, "can you predict the future?" ”

"Foresight of the future? No, no, no. Tang Fei shook his head and smiled, "I'm just an ordinary war correspondent, maybe I touch the gun less often than you." ”

"How is that possible?" Mark Kaconga couldn't believe Tang Fei's words, aside from Tang Fei's magical prediction ability, his marksmanship was also amazing.

"Technology has always made many miracles possible." Tang Fei took off his black-framed glasses, took out a wireless earphone the size of a fingernail from his right ear canal, and placed it on the low cabinet in front of Mark Kazunga.

"Put it on and try it." Tang Fei said.

Suspiciously, Mark Kazunga put on his glasses, a flat mirror through which he could see things the same.

"Put on your headphones again."

Mark Kazunga put on his headphones and heard a mechanical electronic sound coming from them.

"At eleven o'clock there was an approach of hostile targets, numbering two, armed with an automatic rifle, model MPi-KM-74, contact countdown 20, 19, 18 ......"