It's an old office building owned by a Penguin company, and it's a holiday, and the first floor of the building is left with obsessive security guards reclining in chairs and holding a girl's magazine.

"Festivals, festivals, every day is a festival." The security guard patted his fat belly and muttered in a low voice, brushing and flipping the magazine's paper, yawning tiredly.

Suddenly, a thin young man wearing a hockey mask and a trench coat walked in from the main entrance, with a calm and unhurried attitude, as comfortable as in his own home.

The security guard impatiently threw the magazine on the table and shouted, "Sir, you have to play costume and go to the street to play, this is non-business hours." ”

Leon ignored it indifferently, ignoring the baffle of the security door, ignoring the rapid siren of the door, and walking straight towards the staircase.

"Hello?! Sir, if you don't stop, I'm going to call the police. The security guard scolded and lifted his ass from the chair, pulled out the high-carbon steel baton with rubber from his waist, and shook it back and forth, saying, "I advise you not to act rashly, I don't want to have to report to the Gotham Police Department during the holidays..."

He chattered to himself and gradually approached, but Leon had already flicked his fingers, smashed the fire box at the staircase with his fingernails, pulled out the fire axe between the lightning and flint, turned around with a sharp and dashing momentum, and firmly pressed the tip of the guard's nose with a sharp axe.

The raging wind followed, blowing the greasy hair of the security guard into a mess,

He shuddered, and the warm gas exhaled from his nostrils silently condensed on the cold steel coated with red paint, forming fine droplets of water,

At this time, the baton held with fat fingers had just been raised into the air.

"This type of fire-fighting sharp axe, the axe blade steel hardness is HRC48, the flat edge can effortlessly cut the Q235A ordinary carbon structure round steel with a diameter of 10mm, and the sharp blade on the back can easily chisel the C20 type of concrete test block."

Li Ang tilted his head, with a slight force in his hand, and when he picked it up, he let the axe blade gently cut the tip of the guard's nose, revealing a blood streak.

He looked at the security guard, who was nervous and numb from fear, and continued slowly: "If you put it in the Middle Ages, this is a supreme sharp weapon that sharpens iron like clay.

Do you want to give yourself here and now, as the culture tells you? Or do you leave silently, as if you never saw me? ”

boom

Baton drops,

The security guard fell backwards and fell to the ground, his fat body rolling and crawling, and he ran away as if he was fleeing.

Li Ang remembered something, and reminded in a loud voice: "By the way, I saw your employee ID card hanging on your chest, if you call the police, I will hunt you down." ”

The security guard's figure trembled, and his two thick legs stepped more vigorously, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Compared with the meager and cheap salary, life is really more important." Leon shook his head, holding the cold and smooth handle of the fire axe, and walked to the power supply room in the corner.

He used the sharp blade on the back of the fire axe to pry open the barbed wire door of the power supply room, walked to the distribution box and muttered,

"Office buildings are generally powered by two circuits, that is, when a power transformer fails, the other backup power supply can supply power in a timely manner.

And in order to facilitate the maintenance of the line without affecting the normal operation of the building, the entire electrical main wiring will adopt a single bus segmented wiring method....."

As the circuit buttons were pressed one by one, the office building lost its light layer by layer, leaving only the LED fire emergency lights of the nickel-cadmium battery pack still discharging.

On the roof of the high-rise building, Baron Straker was not affected by the power outage of the office building, and still calmly held the command.

Forty Hydra soldiers were divided into teams of ten, each with a captain, an observer, two fireteams, and five assault teams.

In addition to these four ten-person squads, Hydra also planted four sniper teams high up in the nearby building, each with two people, responsible for sniping and reconnaissance.

Baron Straker himself, on the other hand, put the laptop case he carried with him on the ground and opened it, took out the radio intercom headset and put it on, and the miniature camera on the helmet of each Hydra soldier could transmit the picture to the computer screen.

"Group A stayed on the rooftop, Group B was stationed at the staircase on the 19th floor, Group C and Group D were gradually investigated along the walking stairs, alternating in turn to ensure that they occupied a favorable position for fire cover, and the four groups E, F, D, and G responsible for sniping were on standby,"

Baron Straker's voice was extremely calm, and he couldn't hear a trace of fluctuation, and it wasn't until this time that the penguin woke up to the biggest gap between himself and the other party,

professional qualities of servicemen,

A gangster may be able to lead his men to shout and kill in the metropolis, but in front of the professional soldiers who have come out of the war, the gangster is as imbecile as a sloth.

"He's in this building, find him, and if he can't be captured alive, then shoot him on the spot."

Baron Straker flicked a monocle with his fingernail, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his might, not to mention that this opponent was a sophisticated and ruthless man, and there was no room for mistakes.

Like a clockwork, the Hydra soldiers commanding the streets executed their instructions with unmistakable precision, opening the iron door on the rooftop and walking down.

In the corridor of the office building, a single ceiling lamp with a power of 24W no longer shines, only a little light leaks in from the next building and shines in the narrow corridor.

The soldiers pulled down the night vision goggles, and in the dark green vision, everything was clear and clear.

The FROG flame retardant gloves were gently pulled on the trigger, the lightweight black military boots made by Danner Company stepped on the marble tile floor without making the slightest sound, and the staircase was quiet and terrifying.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the stairwell below.

The rustle of steel against the tiled floor is reminiscent of the sound of a butcher scraping a steel knife against a whetstone dipped in water before slaughtering livestock.

It is accompanied by heavy footsteps, tapping, tapping, and extremely long intervals, just like the old pendulum hanging from the ancient building.

The team leader suddenly stopped his pace and swung his palms back, signaling the team to stop.

He pressed down the muzzle of the gun, walked slowly to the corner of the staircase, held his breath, and listened.

Tapping, tapping, footsteps from far to near, but suddenly disappear without warning, and the electrocardiogram is interrupted.

The team leader let out a soft breath, and after using tactical gestures to tell the team to cover himself, slowly, poked half of his face out of the wall at the corner of the stairs.

Scold!

The blade of the flickering fire axe slashed down, tearing through the air, and half of the squad leader's head fell to the ground as the viscous and dragging plasma splattered, his bones spinning endlessly.