Liu Xiangbo stood on top of the stump of a soldier, his wrist knife pointed at Fejustin's eyebrows.

Yuri soon returned, carrying a large matte briefcase. He removed the two safety locks and threw them in front of Liu Xiangbo.

The latter only glanced at it and laughed, and he looked at Fejustine, but the words were addressed to someone else.

"Wu, help me call Song Jiacheng." Liu Xiangbo shook his arm.

"Don't be miserable, big hands." Yuri took a cigarette in her mouth and disappeared into the shroud of explosion smoke without looking back.

"I will." Liu Xiangbo turned his head to see his back engulfed by the thick fog, and then the knife came out of its sheath without warning, flying out in a figure of 3 to the left, and the cutting line disappeared in a flash. Liu Xiangbo didn't even bother to look at him.

Fejustin fell to his knees and stood up again. The blade severed the neural network that covered his entire body, not his brain hemispheres. "Why?"

"Yes." Liu Xiangbo took back the magnetic sense of the wrist knife casually, "The two of them will come back in 1 minute, I think you should get out, if you still want to survive." “

Fejustin looked complicated, but straightened up. "I remember you, it's a pity it's such an occasion, otherwise I would have treated you to a few drinks."

"I'll wait, get out." Liu Xiangbo listened to the voice from half a block away, two, no, four military boots stepped on the ground, he casually threw a box of things to Fejustin, and the other party was stunned when he saw it.

Then he pressed the button.

Liu Xiangbo looked at the reflection on the surface of the wrist knife, where the fire was soaring.

【Macau. Field】

The old man and HR stood with their backs to each other, both looking at their phones, as if nothing had happened, a magnetic levitation blade was inserted into the ground, penetrating a glass of ice Martini, and the pale green liquid swayed up along the blade, covering the domain with the engraved logo.

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HR: Who are you?

Stranger: Slinger. Oviga, Level 5 Engineer.

HR: I know that, you're going to help us take back control? What motives?

Saying that, HR changed his notes.

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Old Immortals: Fun.

HR: Oh.

Old Immortals: Oh.

HR: Do you still want to use wechat to talk when it's all in front of you?

Old Immortals: Yes, the implant flows right next to the aorta of your heart, and the reputation is to prevent you from being called for help when no one can hear you cry for help, and the horror of installing bugs and real-time location is justifiable.

HR: Well, my point is that these locked neighboring powers are not the main force of the rebellion, but they can't clear the charge of diverting the attention of the strike, and the personnel who could have reinforced the cutting team of the headquarters all went to save the people who didn't have, which directly led to the reaction of Kxi, Halo, and a bunch of unreliable side teams.

Old Immortals: It's a pity, you're right. Mentally retarded is what makes us lose.

HR: But I'd like to see who these profiteers can fool without being mentally retarded.

Old Immortal: Damage reduction can only protect the staff.

HR: The input method exposes all the series, how to kill it back?

Old Immortals: Kill Back?

HR: Otherwise? Going to lick shoes?

Old Immortal: Over to you.

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HR raised his head and moved his cervical vertebrae, which had been stiff for a long time, and then looked at the old man behind him. He thought for a moment, reached out and fed the hilt into his hand, HR took one last look at Oviga's last message, which was the location of the equipment and the informant's codename.

He quickly walked down the stairs and passed by Xie Xianpeng, who was sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette, neither of them spoke, only the metal blade silently refracted the light.