As Valentine gently pressed a few keys on the terminal console, the instructions were immediately issued step by step, and in the South Woodland Mission Church, as long as the mobile phone received and installed the free SIM card, it was controlled by the hacking program built into the SIM card, and the hidden security program was opened.

Without the people in the church noticing, the security program manipulated the mobile phone speaker to emit a low-frequency infrasound wave, although the interior space of the church is not large, but with the joint action of more than a dozen mobile phones, special infrasound waves cover every corner of the church.

For no apparent reason, Harry reached into his suit, pulled the Royal Agent's version of the Tokarev pistol from the holster under his armpit, and pulled the trigger without hesitation as it was aimed at the blonde woman blocking his path.

"Bang-"

With a dull gunshot, a blood flower bloomed on the blonde woman's forehead, and the yellow bullet casing withdrew from the chamber and landed on the floor, making a crisp sound, the woman's eyes widened involuntarily, and then her body softened and fell directly into a pool of blood.

Theoretically speaking, even in a place like Kentucky with "simple" folk customs, the moment you witness someone being shot, the crowd of onlookers should immediately be chaotic, and crying dad and mother scattered in all directions, looking for cover, trying to survive.

For some reason, Harry's gunfire was like a starting gun for a game, and the entire church, whether it was the impassioned priest who had been on the pulpit or the residents who were excited, began to attack the people around them frantically and without any scruples.

They used whatever they had, whether it was the armrests of the pews they had removed, the axes, claw hammers, pistols, shotguns, pitchforks, and even the church's candlesticks, crosses, and benches, all of which were used to attack others, and the whole church became bloody for a while.

Not only that, but in the midst of the chaotic crowd, there was a figure like a black shark hunting through the crowded schools of sardines, and every bullet from Tokarev's pistol would have caused an innocent person to fall completely on the floor of the church.

Even if the bullet missed, or the bullet from other people's pistols, it couldn't stop Harry Hart, who had already killed madness, with the excellent bulletproof and stabbing ability of the custom-made suit, no one was the enemy of this old agent who was more than half a hundred years old.

"Damn, I can't stand it, you come and stare at-"

Valentine was faint in blood, although he was still a little excited at the beginning of this fight, but when the scene of blood splattering appeared, Valentine suddenly felt his stomach as if it was stirred by a knife, and almost vomited, so he simply left the monitor.

Gazler had no reason to refuse, and took Valentin's place in front of the control terminal.

"What were the results of the test?"

"The coverage impact rate has reached 100 percent, even people who don't have a SIM card are affected."

Hearing Valentine's words, Gazelle turned his head and replied slowly.

"Is that royal agent dead?"

"Not yet, he killed almost everyone."

"In that case, let's go meet Mr. Deville, and send him to hell by the way."

In the church, the massive fight of dozens of people almost turned into a personal slaughter show for Harry.

First the pistols, the pistols were snatched directly from someone else's hands when they were empty, the broken stool legs, the daggers, the miniature flamethrowers of the royal agents, and even the grenades disguised as lighters, as the minutes passed, there were fewer and fewer moving objects in the church.

By the time he stopped, there were no living creatures left in the entire church, only corpses in strange shapes, dead in all sorts of unbelievable places.

"Harry, Harry, what are you doing?!"

In his ears, at the end of his amber square-rimmed glasses, Merlin's anxious call rang out from the speaker.

The Royal Agent's glasses are equipped with miniature surveillance cameras, and all agents' movements are followed by HQ at the same time, and Merlin has been trying to talk to Harry while Harry is working, but until the end, Harry seems to have not heard at all.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground in front of him, Harry immediately realized that something was wrong with his condition, he frowned, walked through the corpses on the ground and walked towards the door of the church, but the moment he pushed open the door of the church, the scene in front of him made him stop directly.

It was Richmond Valentin, who stood with Gazelle, the female bodyguard, and two mercenaries who aimed at him with submachine guns.

Harry's face immediately darkened at the sight of the two opposites, and he opened his hands to signal that he had no weapons.

"What did you do, I had no control over myself, I killed everyone, and I wanted to."

"To put it simply, it is the infrasound waves emitted by the mobile phone that stimulate the brain and produce some kind of nerve waves, which inhibit rationality by influencing the brain area that controls the attack behavior, so that human beings inevitably have the desire to attack.

Hearing Harry's words, a smile appeared on Valentine's face.

"Your filthy free SIM card?"

The expression on Harry's face changed, and he realized what Valentine's telecommunications company was giving out free SIM cards on a large scale.

"Mr. Deville...... You know what it looks like now, like the old-school spy movies we all love, and now, I'm going to tell you all about my plan and come up with some weird ways to kill you, and you're going to come up with some weird ways to get out. ”

"But, alas, it's not a movie."

The smile on Valentine's face grew brighter, as if he had been envisioning the current situation a long time ago, and before Harry could speak, he pulled out a nine-millimeter USP semi-automatic pistol and shot Harry in the head without the slightest relent.

Bang - the crisp sound of gunfire echoed around the church, and at the moment of the gunshot, Harry lay down on his back, and Valentine instantly covered his mouth, turning his head away in pain, because Harry's blood splattered on his face, causing him to retch.

"Is he dead?"

"That's usually what you shoot people in the head, how does it feel, isn't it?"

"No, it's not good at all, the smell of blood makes me almost vomit, okay, don't waste time here, let's go, set the time, and prepare to inform everyone, the doomsday carnival party is tomorrow."

At this, Valentine had a sly smile on his face, and even Gazel laughed.