The explosion swept away the "coffee", and a heavily armed man jumped out of the van opposite the café, he was burly and majestic, but unfortunately there was a horizontal wound on his face and neck, which destroyed the overall heroic atmosphere and made the whole person become obedient. He threw the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, stepped on it hard, and then walked towards "drinking coffee" with a gloomy face.

The soldier who was rescuing the wounded outside the door of the café saw that the man was about to walk into the café that was still burning, and immediately stood up, wanting to stop the man, and said: "Sir, this is not ......" The man pushed the soldier away, pulled out the "Golden Python" revolver on his right leg, and put on his three-defense mask.

He swaggered down the stairs, and in front of him was a small warehouse with smoke still billowing out, and after the baptism of a plasma bomb, everyone present was dead, the walls of the safe were burned, and the documents inside, including spare weapons, were also burned. The soldiers following Scarface began to catch up the fire hydrants on the street to flush the water, as the smoke filled with louder smoke. Scarface noticed that one of the puffs of smoke had been sucked out of the middle of a pile of tattered safes in front of him, as if they had been wrenched by an invisible force. He pondered for a moment, and slammed into one of the rows of safes, which slammed and parted backwards with the force of great force, and the man's boots were kicked to pieces, revealing a silver instep, which was a mechanical leg. Scarface leaned over to the safe that had been kicked apart to look inside, and made sure he saw a secret passage, he took a piece of directional de-sticky bomb from his vest, stuck it in the gaps of the safes that he had kicked open, took out the detonator and pinched it in his hand, and hummed a song and walked out.

He walked up the stairs, where there were still soldiers dragging his comrade's injured body, and he said on the channel: "It's going to explode." The face of the soldier who had been dragging his comrades on the ground changed, and he ran out of the door as soon as he picked up his comrades. Scarface looked at them with a smile, walked out of the café and stood still, took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth, looked at it, and took another half step back.

He looked left and right, shrugged, and without warning pressed the switch on the detonator, and with a roar, a strong fire dragon burst out of the basement, through the stairs, out of the storage room, through the hall, and pounced in front of Scarface in front of the door. Scarface smirked, smoking a cigarette lit by the fire dragon, and ordered the passage behind the safe to be thoroughly inspected in the channel, and the town planning bureau sent the sewer blueprints. At the same time, he turned his head and said to the deputy manager: "Adjust the monitoring, someone must have survived." ”

The surveillance that Scarface is talking about at this moment is not the surveillance installed on the street to check for speeding, but the surveillance left over from the time when the operation started to spy on the café.

Turning around and putting on his hood, Fisher pulled out a watch-like device, pressed the dial, made sure it glowed blue, and put it in his pocket. This is a signal jamming device, which is mainly used to isolate the observation of camera surveillance and so on. With the disguise that had never been removed from his face, Fisher bought some time for the time being.

He walked through the alley, walked to another street, rushed into a taxi, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Where are you going? Friend. Fisher looked up in astonishment when he heard the voice, and the two of them stared at the driver. It's fate! Where do you want to go now? ”

Fisher was honestly a little nervous, it was too much of a coincidence, he came out of the airport and met this driver, then the café was attacked, and now he escaped from the café himself, and he ran into him again. Fisher immediately made a decision, pulled out his pistol, leaned against the cover of the dashboard, and held the gun in his left hand against the driver's waist.

"Hey, I thought we were friends." The driver put his hands on the steering wheel and said with some fear.

Fisher buried his head, leaned against the body around the dashboard in front of the car to block his body, looked at the driver with the naked eye, and the second vision was vigilant around, groping around the driver.

Without weapons, Fisher at least breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, because of the signal jamming device, the communication equipment around him could not be used, and the surveillance imaging would be interfered with, making face recognition more difficult. The driver was unarmed, and Fisher was confident that he could stop him as soon as he moved.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know who to trust anymore. Fisher withdrew his gun and placed his right hand on his lap, the muzzle of which was still slightly cocked, aimed at the driver's torso. The target here is the largest, and even if there is a temporary sudden braking or rollover, hitting the torso is the easiest to hit. As for the left hand, holding the gun with a black technology robotic arm equipped with a photon shield is almost the last option. "Let's go, get out of here first."

The driver lit the fire and kicked off the accelerator. "You're an agent? What's the matter, there is an emergency? The driver slammed the steering wheel, and the car went down the alley and down the stone steps. The two of them seemed to be sitting on a tractor at three times the speed, shaking up and down.

"I don't know much about the situation now, the damn Federation sent agents to attack our observation post. Drink coffee', you know. That's what we use to monitor the movements of the federal embassy. They actually used plasma bombs to blow through our basement from the ground. These kings and eight calves, don't you know how much collateral damage this will cause?! Fisher cursed as he pulled out the spare magazine and slipped it into the pockets of his trouser legs.

The driver glanced down and saw that Fisher had removed the gun, and saw the anger that seemed to be projected out of his body, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he cooperated with his explanation. Perhaps the two had a good conversation when they picked him up from the airport before, but the driver subconsciously believed Fisher.

"These are supposed to be confidential, right?" The driver looked at the road and walked through a parking building, "It's really okay to tell me that." ”

Fisher lowered his head, glanced at the sign on the driver's chest with a second vision, and said, "Roger, you must know that I have already seen your information when I searched my body just now. Now I don't have much choice, you can think of yourself as an informant for the Imperial Ministry of National Security. I have to get rid of the documents as soon as possible, or my brothers will die in vain. Speaking of this, Fisher thought of Feng Min, and he gritted his back molars.

The driver turned his head and saw Fisher's face was blue, the green tendons on his head were twisted, and his heart was more relaxed, but there was also a hint of sympathy. Although he had never been a soldier, it was not impossible to understand this feeling. Those nameless warriors are probably turning into immortal stars in the halls of the Ministry of National Security. "You...... Don't be too sad either, the priority now is ...... Eh, send the information you have in hand, do you have any ideas? ”

Fisher still leaned down in the car, looking like the driver was driving wildly from the outside. "I don't know exactly why the stronghold was exposed. I don't know if there are 'rats', or how many 'rats' there are. I've got to get out of Driel first. Fisher rubbed his chin and pondered.

His words were heard by the driver Roger, and there was another meaning in his ears, the so-called 'rat' is a mole. Fisher's words sounded to him, like the agents of the national security management in the process of carrying out surveillance missions, betrayed by a mole, and then the stronghold was attacked, Fisher finally protected the information that his comrades saved with their lives to get out of the battle, but now he is confused about who should be trusted and who should give the information to whom. "And where are you going first?" The driver said casually, but as soon as he said this, he knew he was wrong.

Fisher's eyes flashed, and he held a gun against his lower abdomen, "Why are you asking this?" It's not a coincidence, right? ”

The driver's head was sweating, and he heard Fisher's voice opening the insurance, "No, no, no, I just habitually ask, occupational disease, occupational disease." Do you think that if I really wanted to do something, I would have done it sooner. "The driver hit the steering wheel, and the car went into a small alley. The driver of this road has completely substituted himself as an informant of the state security management, which road to take which way.

When the driver scurried onto the road again, the windshield in front of him suddenly shattered, and then Roger's body shook, and the whole person was lying on the steering wheel, and the chair behind him was scarlet with blood gushing out from his back. The taxi accelerated and honked its horn and rushed forward. It was then that Fisher heard a "poof" sound in the distance.

"!" Fisher cursed, retracted behind the storage compartment in front of the car, held the steering wheel with his right hand, and held the gun in his left hand against the second vision to suppress the shot. Although with the progress of the times, the effective range of the pistol has been far more than twenty or thirty meters, but it is still too whimsical to want to shoot at a precision rifle at a distance of several hundred meters.

Fisher missed the hand with two shots and began to shoot the car's engine and tires, but Fisher, who had expected it, hit the steering wheel to make the car evade and dodge. Now the priority is to avoid the range of snipers in the parking building ahead. Fisher looked to the sides with a second view and quickly settled on an underground parking lot. It's also a great place to change cars.

As soon as Fisher hit the steering wheel, the overly fast taxi flicked its tail and almost overturned, but it was blocked by the barrier at the entrance of the underground parking lot, which happened to make a dangerous and dangerous turn, and at the same time slowed down. As soon as he rushed down the ramp, Fisher pulled the handbrake and slammed the steering wheel, and the car spun half a circle on the ground, hit the pillar in the garage, and stopped.

Fisher spat bloody spit and reached for the door, which was deformed and stuck. He rolled his eyes, stretched out his left hand and pressed it against the door, and with a single force, the door flew out. He unbuckled his seatbelt and rolled out of the car to the ground, lying on a pile of round glass shards, gasping for air.

He struggled to get up, pulled his backpack out of the car, replaced the gun with a new magazine, and stuffed the spare magazine into his bag. I felt in my pocket again and took out the signal jammer that was broken in two. "." He cursed and put the broken signal jammer in the compartment of his backpack, now that nothing was left behind, they could all be used as props to provide derivative information, causing Fisher to be caught at the end.

Now that the signal jammer has failed, the disguise on Fisher's face is no longer reliable. There was no time for the new disguise, so he directly tore off the disguise on his face, revealing his original appearance, "**** damn, it's really blood mold." He pressed his left hand to his forehead, and the nanobots that formed the bionic skin of his left hand immediately flowed into the wound and began to repair. If the wound on the forehead is bleeding constantly, one will affect the vision, and the other will attract attention. Neither of these, nor is what Fisher wants to see right now.

After the wound on his forehead stopped bleeding, Fisher took his left hand away and wiped the blood from his face with his right hand, there was not much time, he needed another car. He looked up at the garage and was surprised to see a sign that led to the subway. He suddenly had a new plan.