At 17:51, in the monitoring center, the main observer found something wrong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, there's a situation!" Surveillance systems are installed throughout Buckingham Palace, and the sophisticated and ornate palace is covered with camera layouts designed by experts. In just a minute, the weird creatures were caught by the observers.

Without thinking about it at all, the lead observer immediately realized the problem. It didn't take even a second to react, and the hand was already lightning clapping to the alarm button. However, although he was already moving fast, he was not fast enough. Before his fingers could touch the button, there was a click, and a cold muzzle was pressed against the side of his skull.

In the afterglow, it was none other than the deputy observer who got along with him day and night.

“fuck......”

There was no crackling gunshot, only the soft sound of the firing pins colliding, and the circular screen of the observation room instantly burst into large swaths of miserable blood.

The grim-faced deputy observer unhurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood drops off his face, and looked back to see that another grim-faced person was doing something similar. There were a total of five people in the entire observation group, and two of them were internal ghosts. The inner ghost was silent, without hesitation or guilt, and killed all three others.

They were assigned important tasks, and taking control of the observation room was only the first step. So far, everything is going smoothly according to plan.

There is no need to communicate, no need to speak, the two naturally know what they should do. One sat down at the observation booth and adjusted the channel to focus on the target of the operation, while the other entered the code at the entrance of the observation room and prepared to go out.

Drop, the door opened.

There was a man standing outside.

But this man was not in the plan......

Here, the man who took over the observation post was concentrating on his work, and he had the heavy task of checking whether the prey had entered the trap within eight minutes and thirty seconds. Orlando's location is clear, but this time it's not just about assassinating the old man.

"Show up, show up, let me see where the hell you are......" The man whispered to himself, his eyes watching the high-speed replay on four screens at the same time. He is undoubtedly a master of this area, and once he is in the state, he is far more efficient than the layman can imagine. But just then, he heard a crisp sound not far behind him.

Click, crisp and short, clean and neat.

The observer was shocked, what was this sound?

Before he could turn his head, a pair of hands had been gently placed on the side of his skull and chin. His hands were twisted backwards, light as feathers at this time, but at any moment he could burst out with manic power and destroy his cervical vertebrae like dead branches.

A deep male voice rang in his ears: "Are you looking for me?"

A cold snap jumped from the root of the tail directly to the top of the head, and the observer suddenly understood the meaning of the click just now. The observer's breath became rapid, and cold sweat covered his forehead for a moment. He rolled his eyes slightly, and saw a young man out of his peripheral vision. Undoubtedly, exactly what they were looking for, Jonathan!

Jonathan's voice was like a cold and hard rock, the killing intent that didn't lead to it made people feel like a man's back, and the tone of not being happy or slow made people feel pressure: "I'll give you a few seconds to say something I'm interested in, and I can consider not killing you." ”

"Okay, I say, I'll tell you everything I know!" the observer swallowed, his eyes rolling around, intending to say something and do something at the same time - for example, quietly press the alarm button that the main observer had just failed to press. Once the alarm is triggered, a steady stream of MI5 agents will come in. When the time comes, all the casualties will be pushed on Jonathan's head, not to mention whether he can get through it in the future, at least he can solve the current predicament first!

"Very well, then answer my first question first-are you looking for me?"

"No, that's right...... We are indeed preparing to kill you. Centimeter, centimeter, he quietly moved: "We still have a lot of arrangements, personnel, plans, firepower, I think you must be very curious to know." ”

"No, you've already told me what I want to know most, thank you, goodbye. "Click, Jonathan twisted his arms, and the dragon elephant turned like a millstone in four circles, and the observer's head immediately turned in a full circle. The light in the observer's eyes was extinguished instantly, and the button that the main observer failed to touch, he did not touch.

"Hey, big-boss, it's confirmed, there's an assassination kill against us. The fact that the other side can infiltrate one of the most heavily guarded systems in Britain seems to be a big deal. Jonathan threw the observer's body aside, turned on the microphone and began to communicate, with a mocking sneer on his lips: "A simple mud leg in the slums of Baghdad doesn't have so much energy and heritage. Without operating for more than ten years or even decades, it is simply impossible to do this. ”

"Sure enough, I knew there was going to be an assassination. There was a faintly excited voice from the micro-microphone: "Can you do it alone, Comrade Jieshibang? Do you need me to be a novice instructor for you?"

"No, you just see. Jonathan gently pulled off the first button on his shirt and threw it on the central control computer, and the button was firmly attached, and then immediately released a faint electromagnetic light. Jonathan switches channels and calls IT support: "Start cracking. ”

Immediately, the data stream began to flash on the surveillance screen, and at the unknown technical level, the Eternal Night cracking team began to work together to focus on breaking the surveillance system of Buckingham Palace. In a short time, the most basic surveillance privileges have been bypassed, and after Johnson Nathan entered the password according to Micromic's prompts, he began to take over hundreds of surveillance cameras throughout the palace.

Screens switched, and Jonathan calmly surveyed the whole situation. It can be seen from the surveillance that the number of killers moving around is quite large, and the entire Buckingham Palace seems to have become their animal trap. Sometimes, however, traps can catch the hunter's legs, not to mention that it is unknown who is the beast and who is the hunter.

"It's a bit of a lot, it looks like I need to find some thugs—huh?" Jonathan stared at a certain screen and snorted: "MI5 people are elite agents, their intuition is indeed sharp, and they have thugs." ”

At 17:54, MI5 agents noticed that something was wrong and began an organized patrol of the perimeter. The pretty girl who went through the security check at the door was one of them, she was smart and sharp in a black suit, and the beautiful girl who looked harmless to humans and animals turned out to be the leader of the secret service. Smelling the uneasiness, she led the agents to load their guns one by one, and quietly ran from their respective stations in all directions.

They must confirm the situation and assess the risk in the shortest possible time, and if the risk level exceeds the threshold, they will immediately terminate the ceremony and protect the Queen's evacuation.

They are not unelite, but unfortunately, the infiltration of the enemy is not limited to the royal guards.

At 17:56, four MI5 agents were silently disposed of, and their bodies were thrown into an inconspicuous corner. MI5 was on the verge of a great enemy, and the beautiful girl immediately led the men to carry out inspections, and soon found three unconscious agents in the toilet.

These three agents are from the same operation group, and they are all wiped out without a sound, which cannot but be shocking.

The beautiful girl swiped in the air with her left hand, drawing one strange magic symbol after another in the air, and casting a simple spell. The spell took effect, and the three agents woke up with a groan, and the beautiful girl nervously asked, "Who attacked you?"

"No...... I don't know ......" The three agents rubbed their foreheads in pain, reminiscing with difficulty, and finally could only shake their heads and say, "That man's movements were too clean, too sharp, and too fast, we didn't feel anything, and then we were stunned as soon as it was dark." By the way, the other party must know our course of action very well, otherwise it would be impossible to find our position so accurately!"

"What line of action?" Meiniu groaned slightly, and then her expression changed slightly: "Quick, let's go to the central control room immediately!"

At 17:57, Meiniu led four agents and a total of five people to rush to the central control room, and smelled a subtle smell of blood before they got close. A group of agents broke down the door and saw the scene of corpses strewn all over the field.

"Captain, there is a word here!"

Meiniu walked over and took a closer look, and there were indeed a few lines of small print on the center console. After quickly reading those few lines of small words, Meiniu's face changed suddenly, and she decisively gave an order: "Immediately concentrate people to the hall!"

"But captain, it's suspicious to leave a word here. ”

"I know it's suspicious, but there's no time now, there must be a master and a secondary. Someone is going to assassinate His Majesty, and there is more than one person who acts, quick!"

At 17:58, a total of seven Assassins dressed in different costumes arrived at their planned positions. They were either condescending, hiding in the crowd, or pretending to be band players, and a sharp murderous aura began to slowly grow. The guns transformed into various forms were taken out of their backpacks, and the closest to the scene was a fake musician, whose trombone was more than 400 grams heavier than the real trombone.

There was only one bullet in the gun, and he only needed one.

Under the command of the court celebrants, the orchestra changed its tune and began to play. Passionate music requires a loud timbre, so the trombonists held their instruments high in the air with the proudest gesture in the direction of the main venue, which was a kind of court etiquette.

At 5:58 p.m., the court celebrant announced in a loud voice that everyone was waiting for Her Majesty's arrival.

The conductor raised his arms, the spectators craned their necks, the recipients lifted their spirits, and the media set up their cameras to take a watery picture of all the celebrities present. On the one hand, it is to shoot important people from all walks of life, and on the other hand, it is also to confirm the final fixed focus of the lens.

The videographer filmed them one by one:

From a business tycoon to a celebrity,

From ladies to rising star politicians,

From a rising star politician to a white-haired woman who sits on a chair with sunglasses and eats an apple with a look on her face,

From the white-haired woman sitting on a chair with sunglasses and eating apples with a face waiting to see a good show to the angel investor in the back,

Then from angel investors to the topic stars in the future.

Uh, wait, something seems wrong......

The cameraman looked confused, feeling that his mind was in a mess, and he always felt that he had just photographed someone whose painting style was particularly wrong and should not have appeared. (To be continued.) )