Seeing the "robe of the law" in front of him, Wood knew that his venture back was a failure. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he was not reconciled.

As an ace spy, he has encountered countless dangers in his life, and the current situation is far from enough to be called "desperate".

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the turnaround to come.

I don't know what I thought, but the intelligence director also came.

Moreover, this guy actually walked no more than twenty paces from Wood.

This distance, for Wood, is simply within reach!

As a high-level Ranger, what he is best at is this kind of mid-range raid. At this distance, he only needs to take a maximum of two steps to rush in front of the opponent. And with the pace of his sprint, he probably had to rush two or three steps, and ordinary people only had time to blink their eyes.

How much time does it take to blink an eye?

Very few people have calculated it, because it is too short.

Wood had felt the same way in the past, but this time, he felt it was a little too long.

It would be better if it could be shorter!

It was too late, it was too late, and he saw that he had already rushed in front of the intelligence director, and the saber at his waist had been drawn.

Of course, he didn't rush over to talk to the other party, nor did he want to negotiate anything, he only planned to do one thing.

Homicide!

The reason why he wanted to kill the intelligence director, personal grudge was only a relatively minor reason, and the main reason was that he felt that this person could not be kept.

An ace spy who can frame the Federation for a little jealousy, no matter how high his status is, such a guy is only suitable for an idle position, not a supervisor in a critical department.

However, this guy is now in charge, and he is still in one of the most important departments of the Federation, the intelligence department.

To make matters worse, this guy has been an intelligence director for more than a decade.

This is a mistake! A very serious mistake!

Wood decided to correct it.

This may be the last thing he's going to do for the Federation, so he wants to do it well, do it beautifully, and don't go wrong.

Over the years, he has rarely made mistakes in his tasks, and he doesn't want to tarnish his glorious resume at the last minute.

So he wanted it to be faster, so fast that no one could react, so fast that the intelligence director didn't even have time to resist or escape, and that would be good!

Wood did his best, and for the first time since stepping into the Upper Tier.

He was slightly surprised to find that his pace was a little faster than before, and his sword was a little faster than before.

It's not a lot, but he's already fast, and on that basis, even if it's just a little faster, it's a huge improvement.

Just like the 100-meter race on the earth, if you can run to 11 seconds and 5 seconds, it is considered the level of a professional athlete, 11 seconds is the level of a national athlete, 10 seconds is the level of a world-class athlete, 10 seconds is the level that is qualified to run in the Olympic finals, and 9.5 seconds, at least until the time when Sui Xiong crossed, no one on the earth could run this result.

100 meters, from 11.5 seconds to 9.5 seconds, a total of only two seconds.

Twenty paces is about fifteen meters on Earth, less than one-sixth of a hundred.

What is the concept of a strong man who has run enough to run on earth to win all the athletic events, and who has pulled the world record to the point of despair for future generations, sprinting a little faster than in the past?

There's one word that's perfect to describe.

Lightning fast.

At least for the intelligence chief, he's really "lightning fast" right now.

The moment Wood sprinted, he didn't react at first, and by the time he did, it was about a tenth of a second, or a little longer.

Anyway, by the time he came to his senses, Wood had already rushed in front of him, and he could even see the cold light of Wood drawing his sword.

A little chilly.

At this moment, the intelligence director's thoughts were almost beyond imagination, and he remembered many things in a mess, but like water on the sand, he seeped into it in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

He wanted to react, for example, he also wore a sword, he could draw his sword to fight, for example, he had several fairly advanced magic scrolls on him, he could cast spells, and for example, he had several good magic items, and if he activated them, he could not only save himself, but even kill Wood.

But he just "wanted".

He couldn't do anything but think.

His physical body could not keep up with the speed of his spirit at all, and he saw Wood rush in front of him and see him draw his sword and stab him, see his bodyguards trying to stop him, but he didn't even have time to take a step, and he didn't have time to draw his sword, he saw the deputy in charge of spy work with a stunned and stunned face, and saw the great magician he had just contacted was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of anger, and a strong magic wave rose on his body.

He also saw at least four or five magical rays of light rushing towards him from all directions, presumably to stop Wood, and saw that there was also a magical light blooming on his body, presumably the life-saving magic item that was passively activated.

But he can only "see".

It's really just "watching".

He didn't even pause in his thoughts as that little chill grew closer, stabbing at his brow before all the attacks and protections.

Everything meant nothing to him at the moment.

Except for the cold light that is getting closer and closer.

At this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

(It's so beautiful!)

Time stood still, all kinds of magic came from all directions, that sword was faster than any magic.

(It's so beautiful!)

When Wood's sword pierced his eyebrows, blasting almost half of his skull to pieces with a fierce fighting aura, his mind was filled with such thoughts.

If someone examines his body closely, they will find that the expression on his face when he was assassinated by Wood in the face was not fear or consternation, but a sincere and pure admiration, without the slightest impurity.

The sword light flickered, and then there was a magical glow of various colors.

Most of these magical rays fell on Wood's body, except for one that fell on the intelligence director, and the one that lit up on his own body.

But it didn't work, because man was dead.

The light that attacked Wood, it was a similar story.

When the first light fell on Wood, his speed instantly slowed down, so slow that it was like a "freeze frame" in a movie show.

Then, a second ray of light fell, and his face instantly turned gray, and the anger quickly peeled away from him.

In the third ray, half of his body withered, and the enchanted sword in his hand lost its brilliance, and even a little rust appeared.

In the fourth light, his eyes were completely lifeless, and the whole person fell diagonally.

Before he could fall to the ground, the fifth ray of light had turned him to dust.

The rest of the light that followed was all in vain. (To be continued.) )