In the lobby on the first floor, there are densely packed figures.

Ice sculptures, to be exact.

Four or five hundred of the most elite and heavily armed soldiers, along with their commanders, were frozen in silver-white ice into human-shaped ice sculptures, as if they were masterpieces carved by craftsmen, lifelike and standing in place.

Through the ice less than a finger wide, the expressions on their faces could be clearly seen.

Angry, or roaring, frightened, or violent......

Some of them drew their swords, some held guns, some were half-crouching, and some were making moves......

But without exception.

All of them were reduced to lifeless ice sculptures.

The garrison commander Endo Baoyi, who had the cultivation of the Golden Body Realm, raised the command knife in his hand high and made an offensive gesture, but he stayed at this moment forever.

The ice robbed him of his life.

also froze his life.

The waiter's heart was beating faster and faster, as if it had become uncontrollable.

His throat thumped.

But his mouth was dry and he didn't have any saliva to swallow.

It was as if he saw the grim reaper smiling silently in this forest of ice sculptures, as if he saw the ghost of the retainer wandering, provoking and mocking life.

Two minutes and forty-one seconds!

The waiter could be sure that it was only two minutes and forty-one seconds from the time he sounded the alarm, rushed through the street, entered the consulate compound, and then entered the building.

In such a short period of time, the heavily armed consulate was like a papier-mâché defensive line, casually pierced through by the handsome young man in a white suit.

This scene in the hall on the first floor is too shocking.

With a numb scalp, the envoy mustered up the last of his courage and walked through the forest of ice sculptures to the depths of the hall where the statue of His Majesty Akihito, the greatest Emperor Jiepong, stood.

The base of the nine-story white marble steps.

A nine-meter-tall statue of the emperor stands on it.

It represents the supreme power of the Jie Peng Empire.

It is the place where every Jiepeng warrior is crazy and dedicates everything, and in the heart of every Jiepeng person, it is as noble as a god.

Supreme.

However, at this time.

This statue is a work of art, with a bouquet of flowers in front of it.

A puff of yellow and white, and some of the branches are bare flowers.

Where they lie quietly.

It's like being in front of a grave.

In mourning, no, is laughing at something.

The waiter suddenly understood why the handsome young man in the white suit had chosen such two colors of flowers in the coffee shop.

He really wants to go to the grave.

It's just that the grave he wants to go to is not a real tombstone.

It's the Consulate of Jay Peng.

He's going to kill all the Jie Peng people here.

The No. 1 fortress that the Jiepeng Empire spent countless manpower and financial resources to build in the south of the Great Xia River has completely turned into a dead man's grave.

Who the hell is he?

What the hell did Miss Yuehua Blade do with him in the private room?

The waiter was frightened, frightened, and angry.

But for some reason, looking at the yellow and white flowers that desecrated His Majesty the Emperor in front of him, he didn't dare to climb the steps and take them down.

It was as if one step closer, and a petal would fly out and cut his throat.

He stood in front of the statue of the emperor with a blank expression.

Eventually, gritting his teeth, holding his weapon, he walked around the statue, boarded the elevator, and headed for the second floor.

I hope I can find a partner to fight with.

"Emperor bless!"

He worked hard to muster up the fighting spirit.

The second floor of the building is the basic office area of the consulate.

The work here is all about some basic functions.

In an open centralized office environment, there is no one among the salesmen

Desk, every day against the clock to process business applications from all parties.

The Jiepeng Empire has expanded rapidly in the past fifty years, and there are countless kinds of business in all the places that can be reached by the cave beast tunnels in the world, especially in the territory of Great Xia.

As the largest and most powerful consulate in the southern region of Great Xia, the Haijing City Consulate has a large number of official affairs to be handled and approved as soon as possible.

The basic part of these official duties is carried out on the second floor.

This place has been visited many times by the messengers.

Every time he sees thousands of elite staff gathered here, that kind of full and busy picture, he will feel sincerely proud.

It's as if I have seen a new red sun, rising on a foreign territory.

It was as if he saw the infinite bright future of the empire.

But by this time, it had become as quiet as a ghost.

In front of every desk with light brains, documents and various office supplies, there is no busyness.

There is only a faint layer of humanoid black scorch marks.

Thousands of workstations, no exceptions.

The waiter trembled violently.

He clearly knew that his compatriots, who were still here a moment ago and dedicated their youth and lives to the rise of the empire, were dead.

The faint humanoid black scorch marks are the best proof that they once existed.

It is also the last material they left in the world.

The waiter's heart suddenly became sad and indignant.

Killer.

Executioner.

Avenge!

Avenge your fellow citizens.

He carried his weapon and rushed up to the third floor.

The third floor is the office area of heavy industry.

On this floor, there are officials from the consulate.

Every official is an excellent person cultivated by the empire with countless time and financial resources, and he has great power and outstanding talent.

So they all have their own exclusive offices.

The environment is better and the privacy is higher.

But there is no accident, all the Jie Peng officials here are dead.

Or turn into ice sculptures, or turn into fire marks.

The breath of life has long been out of this place.

Death walked through here, cruelly and mercilessly taking away all life.

The messenger let out a roar of pain.

Then climb up like crazy.

4th, 5th, 6th floors......

However, what made him even more desperate was that the officials, guards, and staff on these floors were all killed without any suspense.

Many powerhouses in the Five Spirit Realm and the Golden Body Realm were not spared.

I don't know how long it took.

The young waiter came to the ninth floor, the top floor.

This floor, all opened, is a huge office space covering an area of more than 6,000 square meters.

It belongs exclusively to the Consul General of the Consulate General of Jiepeng.

The waiter stumbled in.

Finally heard the voice of a living person.

Someone was cursing something loudly in the Jie Peng language.

A huge surprise instantly poured into the waiter's mind.

He rushed forward desperately.

Walk through the elaborate landscaping, the twists and turns of the shrines, and the corridors with 4D dynamic pictures of the strongest man in the history of the Jiepeng Empire......

Along the way, he saw a fallen corpse on the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

These are the consul general's personal guard warriors.

But he has also died in battle.

Blood flows.

And for the young waiter, this corpse dripping with blood made him feel intimate and excited.

Because this shows that, at least at this level, the murderous demon in the white suit has finally been hindered and can no longer be like before

The new court is a stroll killing.

"Demon, I'm coming......

The waiter rushed out excitedly and frantically.

Eventually arrived at the Consul General's desk area.

But the scene in front of him was not what he imagined.

He saw that the young man in the white suit, the white cloth was as white as snow, and there was not the slightest trace of blood, and it was still as white as the sacred snow of Mount Fuji.

He saw that all the members of the pro-guard team were prostrate in a pool of blood behind the young man, mutilated limbs and broken weapons, deconstructing an abstract painting like the land of Shura.

He also saw that the consul general with a majestic mustache, this noble man who stood at the highest point of power in the entire consulate general, was nailed by the Cabernet knife to the wall of the special relief of the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers of Daxia behind the desk.

He saw that the consul general's pupils were dilated.

He saw that blood was gurgling down from the body of the newly deceased, staining the relief of the mountain and river diagram red.

He also saw that after the death of the nobleman Jie Peng, who held the highest power in the Consulate General, his not majestic body twitched and struggled like a nailed caterpillar, and then gradually hung down weakly, as if he was as helpless and ugly as a dead dog with a broken backbone.

The waiter only had time to rejoice for a second before his heart sank deeper into the abyss.

All dead.

All up and down the consulate are dead.

At this time, the young man in a white suit slowly turned his head.

His face did not have the hideousness and excitement that had been seen through the consulate.

Some are just rightfully calm.

Look at the waiter.

Then he smiled.

"Yo, you're here too."

Li Xiaofei grinned.