"Hey, I said Tom," the middle-aged photographer grabbed the reporter next to him, with a combination of constipation and trance on his face, staring at the void in distraction and focus, and muttered: "I always feel that I just crossed something special, weird, special, and special who shouldn't appear on this occasion today, but I just can't remember what it is." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hey, I understand you Jerry," the reporter said with an extremely clear expression: "An elite reporter like me has felt like this." It's like a can't get up or down, it's stuck in the throat, isn't it?"

"That's right, that's what it feels like!" The middle-aged photographer patted his thigh and said excitedly: "It's the feeling of not being up or down, you're so right!"

"Then congratulations, you're about to join the Elite Press Club. With our keen sense of smell, precise sixth sense, extraordinary courage, and superhuman professional nerves, even in the crowd, even if there is no problem at first glance, we can detect the emergence of big news in the dark. Come on Jerry, now all you have to do is take a deep breath, reopen your eyes, and—" Smack, the reporter patted the photographer on the shoulder, and the thumb stuck out his teeth to twinkle: "Go and discover your big news." ”

"Okay Tom, thank you, your opinion is useful!" The middle-aged photographer was greatly encouraged, and his eyes burst into a sparkle of light.

Can't mess up, can't mess up, re-brush, look at it again, suck-exha-three, two, one, open your eyes: you see, business tycoons→ celebrities, ladies→ politicians and new stars→ white-haired women sitting on a chair wearing sunglasses and eating apples with a face waiting to see a good show, saw me and smiled at me and said hello→angel investors → topic stars, there seems to be nothing wrong...... Wait, wait!

Oh oh !!

As if a spiritual light tore through the darkness in his mind, as if a can of insecticide sprayed a swarm of small bees flying in his braincase, the photographer suddenly realized, enlightened, and enlightened.

I said how do I think there's something wrong, it's so obvious why I haven't found out all this time, am I blind - that topic star just made countless stains some time ago, and it is said that he will be charged soon, and he will probably be imprisoned in prison, how did he appear on such an occasion?!

It's weird, it's weird, it seems to have an inside story, it's big news!

It took so long to react, alas, it seems that the years are indeed unforgiving, and the old eyes are dizzy. But this kid is too inconspicuous to stand, and he's hiding very strongly, don't blame me, I don't blame me, I'll have to catch up and shoot hard later!

The videographer, who had made up his mind, nodded secretly and refocused the camera on the main venue. But just then, a few agents quietly approached and put a stick-like instrument on the back of a London Daily reporter standing next to Tom. With a slight crackling sound, the reporter rolled his eyes and collapsed, and was immediately dragged away by the agents silently.

At the same time, in just one minute, MI5 agents pounced on one suspicious person after another with precision and efficiency. In the communication network, the good news came one after another, which soothed the tense nerves of the agents a little. This kind of award ceremony is definitely not interrupted, once something goes wrong, it will hurt the face of the whole Britain. Quietly taking care of all enemies without the outside world noticing about it is the best outcome.

18:00 sharp.

"All five groups have succeeded, and the Assassins have all been captured. ”

Listening to the communication in their ears, all the MI5 agents subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but the nerves of the beautiful agent suddenly tensed. No, not five, there are still remnants of assassins!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Drive, Arrive!"

The court magistrate held his head high and whispered in a tail note, and every white wig on his head exuded an aristocratic air from the Middle Ages. At the same time, in the most condescending position, one of the best hidden assassins took a deep breath and set up his sniper rifle, the butt firmly resting on his shoulder.

Amid the roar of the salute, the Assassin opened his scope. Closing his left eye and staring at his right eye, the whole world blurred between the expansion and contraction of his pupils, and only the small circular world in the window became extremely clear. In this small circular world, the horizontal and vertical scale marks are the latitude and longitude, and the data that changes is the strictest truth. As long as it is targeted by the crosshairs, then, the person is dead.

The crosshairs were aimed at Orlando's head.

Keep your fingers on the trigger, breathe in tune with your body's rhythm, and let your brain and emotions go so that everything becomes clear and clear.

Today, it's this old man's, the time of death-uh? Why is the window suddenly dark?!

The assassin was startled, and suddenly looked up, only to see a handsome man appear within sight of him, holding his scope with one hand and smiling at him. The next moment, bang, a heavy punch smashed decisively into the assassin's head. The assassin didn't even snort, he flew out neatly, falling into the corner like a dead pig, and there was no more sound.

Jonathan casually checked the sniper rifle while looking at the kaleidoscopic main venue below, and said to himself: "It seems that the efficiency of MI5 is not good, and I still need to do it in the end." ”

"Really?" a voice came from behind him, it was the beautiful agent, "No matter what, I at least caught you!"

The beautiful agent held the pistol firmly, stared at Jonathan for a moment, while carefully keeping a safe distance, he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Don't move, put the gun down, turn around slowly, and say, who are you and what is your purpose!"

Jonathan turned around, gunpoint but looking composed. He didn't put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and while easily inspecting the structure of the gun to see if there were any weird components, he said casually: "I used it once, I'm not convinced, right?"

The beautiful agent shouted, "Put the gun down, or I'll shoot at once!" At the same time, she raised her left hand and began to paint brilliant symbols in the air, as if she wanted to cast some kind of magic.

"It's still a Miss Chosen One, but you don't need to be so tense, you and I are not enemies. Besides," Jonathan looked up and smiled strangely, "How do you know that this is the last assassin, and how can you be sure that you have cleared all threats? ”

As soon as Jonathan finished speaking, he heard a violent gunfire suddenly erupt in the main venue. The screams and panicked exclamations of the guests exploded like bombs.

"Wh-" The beautiful agent's face changed suddenly, and she couldn't help but subconsciously want to look at the situation at the venue. But at this moment, I only felt that the figure in front of me flashed, and my hand was empty, and the pistol that I was holding firmly had been snatched away.

"Bye, miss. Besides, there's a lot going on tonight, so I'm not going to make an appointment. "Jonathan - no, this moment can no longer be called Jonathan, it should be Agent Comrade Jasborn!" He gave an invincible and charming smile to the beautiful agent, and then fell backwards, swishing towards the main venue below.

On the other side, in the main venue, all the guests were already shocked.

Adjust the time forward a few seconds, a few seconds ago, Queen Elizabeth II of England came to the main venue with a powerful royal aura. No matter how the political scene changes, the old and the new, Elizabeth II has always been firmly in front of her own queen and the nominal supreme head of the Commonwealth.

It's just an old lady, but the moment you really see her, you can fully feel what the so-called royal temperament is. Every move, every word, every gesture, every smile and gaze, even every fold of the skin, every age spot on the face, is full of royal style.

In her body, it seems that she can see the glimpse of the empire on which the sun never sets, and she can deeply feel that those gentlemen in the so-called gentleman's hometown are just low-end copycats of this real kingly bearing in a mood of admiration.

Look, look at this radiant old lady, this is called the queen!

Yes, everyone looked at her, excited and solemn. The band also mustered all their strength to bring out the best music. Of course, rows of long brass trumpets were also raised high. The brass horn sparkled like gold in the light, and everything was flawless.

Then, a trombonist suddenly turned thirty degrees. Thirty degrees, from a safe point of view, suddenly turned into a dangerous form directed at Elizabeth.

More than one person noticed his strange behavior, including bodyguards, agents, and even palace officials, all of whom suddenly changed color at this moment. They couldn't believe that a reliable musician who had worked in the court for more than a decade could do such a thing. Someone is roaring, someone is pulling a gun, someone is pulling the old queen.

But it was too late, the three buttons of the trombone were all pressed hard, bang, a bang, a flash of fire, a violent gunfire swept through the hall, and a sharp large-caliber bullet with exaggerated kinetic energy tore through the air and shot directly at Elizabeth. All the guests in the hall were shocked by the gunshot, and after a moment of froze, panicked shouts erupted.

The screams of the women, the yelling of the men, the panicked evasion, and the furious arrest were all rolled out in a second.

But Elizabeth did not die.

The old queen was frightened and shook slightly, and was supported by the palace administrator behind her in time. At this moment, the demeanor of the king who was high above suddenly faded, and she became an ordinary old woman. But the old woman's eyes widened and she looked in front of her, and at that moment of lightning, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

This person, the white-haired woman, didn't notice her when she didn't appear. No, to be precise, a closer look will show that she was there all along, and even moved a chair to sit and eat an apple, but no one paid attention to it!

The brilliance that exploded like the sun took away everyone's minds. The long white hair flew flying, and even the old woman who fell behind was dazzled by it.

The guests were stunned, and the middle-aged photographer suddenly patted the reporter next to him on the shoulder and muttered, "Tom, my burp seems to have come out...... Anyway, how could I have just ignored her? Am I blind?"

It's not that he's blind, it's a little mental skill of Yang - if you have a girlfriend who disappears in full view of everyone all the time, you'll learn that skill very quickly. Although this skill Yang is not very effective when used by someone, it is still no problem to fool a few ordinary people.

"Deduct points, Comrade Jieshibang. There were seven people in total, and in the end, only six of them were done, and the remaining one was for me to do it myself, so I had to deduct points for you. The dark golden luster shook on his left palm and then disappeared, Yang Qi opened his left hand, and in the palm of his hand was the large-caliber warhead. On the other side, Jonathan fell from the sky and instantly grabbed Orlando in the crowd.

"Big-Boss, I have to plead. The killer was just creating chaos and a chance to escape by assassinating Elizabeth, who would never have died. Jonathan grabbed Orlando like a chick and appealed through micromic: "Besides, what if she dies? (To be continued.) )