Kaylin made a "whine" sound in his hand.

Xia Chenghao slowly raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger through the door.

With the sound of a gunshot, the red tie shook all over, and then slowly fell on its back, one eye turned into a red hole, blood spurted out, and a skull and a white bloody brain were glued to the glass window behind him.

The bullet was embedded in the middle of the skull, and it couldn't fly farther through the thick wooden door.

Her mouth was released, and Kaylin felt the hot blood splatter on her neck, and the smell rushed into her nose, only this time instead of sneezing, she collapsed to the ground and stroked her mouth, retching at the carpet.

She hadn't eaten for ten hours, and all she had vomited on the ground was some bitter water.

Outside the door, Xia Chenghao threw the gun in his hand on the ground.

Except for Kailin, everyone else here is dead. Leaving a living mouth is a pointless act, which is one of the principles of the Cleanser, but he has no intention of killing an unrelated woman.

Xia Chenghao walked into the room and squatted down.

A small surveillance camera is still at work, which is the usual equipment used by the bodyguards.

Zheng Ke'er carried the huge gun like a sculpture, her face was cloudy, as if there was something in her heart that she couldn't decide.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar of low-altitude shuttles in the air, but this was in the center of Yarman, and everyone had only one thought - the low-altitude shuttle flew too low, low enough to hit buildings on the ground.

Xia Chenghao was startled, as if he had thought of something, and stepped to the window and looked out of the window, in the upper left, a silver-white shuttle machine was crashing into another building of the 501 Future Tower.

If it weren't for a similar scene that had happened ten minutes earlier, some people might have thought it was just a coincidence. But that's not the case at all now.

"Fifteen minutes ago, a low-altitude shuttle crashed into the 501 Future Tower." The agent crept over to Blake's side, leaned over and whispered.

"It's horrible! Poor flying skills. Blake, a pilot himself, naturally had the authority to draw this conclusion, and he continued to speak with a smile on his face, in front of this group of future voters. Maintaining the image of the president is crucial.

But at that moment, a United Airlines shuttle burrowed into the middle of the Tower like a bullet, and the force of the explosion had shattered all the glass windows between the two floors.

Fragments of glass were scattered all over the sky, with dancing white pieces of paper and severed arms in between, and no one on the ground dared to raise their heads to look at the sky, because the bullet-sharp broken glass ballast could blind people at any moment.

People began to run forward with their hands over their heads and their clothes over their waists, hoping to get as far away as possible.

Three minutes later, the Chief of Staff of the Blue Temple quietly walked into the classroom and whispered in Blake's ear, "The second low-altitude shuttle crashed into the 501 Future Tower. This is not an accident. The Mada Federation is under attack. ”

Blake's expression froze, his hand pressed to the speech, and he sat in his chair dumbfounded, staring blankly ahead.

When he heard that a low-altitude shuttle had crashed into the 501 Future Tower, he casually told his subordinates that the pilot's skills were poor.

And now it's the second one, and he sat quietly in a daze, no one knew what was going on in his mind, and just sat in the classroom for ten minutes. And in those ten minutes. A number of low-altitude shuttles are heading towards their respective targets.

The audience began to talk strangely about the president, who seemed to have been reduced to stone.

Only a few people survived the crash at Mada United Airlines. And this time no one knows how many people will die at the same time.

Opposite the Tower of Heaven that had just been hit, Xia Chenghao stood in front of the window in a daze, staring at the thick black smoke.

Time seemed to have frozen in the previous moment, and all those present who witnessed it all hoped that this moment would freeze, not because it was destined to be eternal, but because their memories had been completely frozen in this moment.

Xia Chenghao was too surprised by all this.

Why does the shuttle bring so many people together for the funeral.

Xia Chenghao clearly saw that the low-altitude shuttle was like a bullet flying into the building. This scene is beyond anyone's imagination and beyond their ability to react.

Then there was a loud explosion, black smoke poured out of the flames, and the flying white pieces of paper were like the money that the Zionites sprinkled in the air to the evil spirits during the funeral, and like the paper burned during the tomb sweeping of the deceased relatives on the Qingming Festival.

I saw the black smoke billowing out. Blood was flying, and the people of the Wanmada Federation on the field were stunned as if they were in a nightmare. They don't understand why Yarman, who was as happy as heaven for the first thirty minutes, and the 501 Future Tower, full of happiness and joy, has now become an endless hell burning with dark fire.

From the hellish frenzied impact, the burning buildings, the crowds of people, the splashes of blood, the terrible screams, the tearing pain in the legs, the chaotic footsteps, and the heart-rending cries for help, everything in front of me was plated red.

Just like the demon that woke Xia Chenghao up in countless dreams suddenly reappeared in front of him, he was shocked more strongly than anyone else present, and his mind couldn't help but be a mess.

"How is that possible, what's going on?" At this point, he, like most people on the planet Gris, couldn't believe he was in the real world.

Such a scene was so shocking that even Xia Chenghao couldn't control himself, and had forgotten that there was still a danger behind him that had not yet been lifted. The first two security guards to enter the room were simply knocked unconscious, one of them threw out to block the bullet, while the other was not dead.

Maybe it was because of the loud explosion, at this moment, the man had actually woken up, shook his head, and already remembered what had happened just now, looking at Xia Chenghao, who was facing away from him, his gaze became gloomy and terrifying.

Zheng Keer watched in a daze in the building opposite as the man struggled to support half of his body, sat up quietly, took out a silver fountain pen from his arms with his right hand, aimed the tip of the pen at Xia Chenghao's back, and pressed his thumb on the cap.

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers lightly on the trigger,

"Click-" The man pressed the cap hard.

"Porphyry."

This is the sound of bullets being fired, this thing that looks like a fountain pen is actually a special gun specially used for assassination, popular in the war period five hundred years ago, is the favorite weapon used by spies, the range is within ten meters, loaded with two bullets, can be fired continuously, the black market price is 10,000 grands.

Xia Chenghao's heart froze, and he felt a chill in his back, and at this time, the bodyguard behind him had completely pulled the trigger of the special gun, and the bullet had come out of his disembowel. (To be continued.) )