"The target has broken through the defense line of the rooftop! All the repressors have been killed, the smart turret has been damaged, and the rooftop defense line has been lost! ”

On the top floors of the building, groups of security personnel stood in the corridors to form a tight defensive line, guns like a musket team from a bygone era, aimed in the direction that the target would surely pass through, to guard against the ghost that had suddenly entered.

With the briefing of the members, the commander in the rear was also aware of the situation.

He stood in the war room, looking at the surveillance footage, and pressed the detonator with a cold expression.

Rumble!

The staircase on the roof of the building was instantly turned into powder in the explosion, and stones and mud debris were splashed, and the collapsed staircase was blocked by stone pillars, concrete blocks and other broken objects, like a collapsed hole in the ground.

On the surveillance footage, the man in a black trench coat stands still at the top of the stairs, with a long strip of backpack hanging from his body, like a bag for a tennis racket, which looks very light and does not affect his movements.

The aftermath of the explosion shook his coat, the scabbard at his waist was slender and quaint, and his black hair was covered by a hideous mask that made it impossible to see his eyes.

He looked at the shattered and clogged staircase, and didn't move.

Even though the staircase collapsed in dust, he remained as good as ever, like a samurai whose face did not change when Tarzan collapsed in front of him.

According to the original plan, the commander had intended to wait for the guy to get close to the staircase before detonating the planted explosives.

However, Mr. Ink Shadow seemed to have anticipated a trap at the top of the staircase, and stopped halfway through, just out of the reach of the explosives.

It's as if he's deliberately annoying, and he's obviously going to step into a trap if he takes a step further, but he just doesn't go, he's just playing!

Just when the commander was wondering what this guy wanted to do, he saw the surveillance screen flash, and the quietly standing figure disappeared.

"What about others?"

"Sianweistan, he used that prosthetic again, damn it, how could anyone move so fast!"

"It's definitely a speed component that hasn't flowed into the market, and this guy has a lot of talent, so you have to find a way to deal with him!"

The sudden disappearance of the target once again detonated the atmosphere in the monitoring room.

Every analyst who was watching the surveillance footage couldn't help but say what was in his heart in a hurry, regardless of whether these words were nonsense or not.

"He's on the next floor! No stairs! He broke into the next floor from outside the building! ”

A responsive analyst shouted.

As he operated on the keyboard, a short video that he had compiled and processed instantly appeared on the big screen.

The video is obviously a clip of each surveillance screen, and it has also been slowed down.

On the screen, you can only see an unclear figure running quickly in the corridor, and finally turned back to the rooftop.

He fastened the safety rope and jumped off the building without hesitation, then pulled the rope and floated high in the air like a swing.

The strong wind blew his forehead and trench coat, and he stared coldly at the building, and finally faced the glass curtain wall of the building, and the scabbard used the pillar as a pillar to break through the glass window, and landed firmly on the floor inside, and reached an office on the next floor.

In a flash of the sword, the rope on his body was cut, like a strong man breaking his wrist and sinking a boat, leaving no way for himself to retreat.

After that, he was no longer visible on the surveillance.

The video ends up with him cutting the rope and walking towards the outside of the room.

"He's gone down! Hurry up and remind the security personnel on that floor, hurry! The Commander could feel his heart stopping.

"It's late," said an analyst next to him with a desperate look on his face.

On the huge screen, another picture suddenly switched.

I can vaguely see that this is a corridor, it is night, it is not yet the time to get off work, the ceiling is brightly lit, the floor is clean and translucent, and the walls on both sides are as smooth as mirrors.

The architectural style of the Moore Technology company building adopts the European minimalist style, which is also a relatively simple style in the night city that advocates the free style.

But now, the surveillance screen is zoomed out, but you can see that the second half of the entire aisle has a little more glamorous colors.

At a glance, I saw a bloody scene all over the ground, blood gathering and flowing sideways; The corpse was lying on its back, hanging from the wall with sharp objects... Thanks to the bright lights, all of this is displayed in front of all the people who are watching the surveillance footage.

The walls were riddled with bullet holes, cracks and scorched marks from the explosion, and human blood was splattered on the walls by the swing of a blade, like ink dipped in a brush on drawing paper...... Everything in front of me was enough to prove what kind of fierce battle had just taken place here.

No, for their side, the battle may have been tragic.

But for Mr. Ink Shadow, it was just an appetizer before the main meal!

The screen rotated again, and this time, everyone in the monitoring room finally saw the figure that had worried them for a long time.

The scene in front of me is still a corridor that must be passed, ending in a safe passage leading downstairs.

The security personnel lined up at the top of the staircase, raised their guns, and kept shooting into the air on the opposite side.

They couldn't see the enemy clearly, but they could clearly see that the bullets were being blocked by something invisible in the corridor ahead, and the storm of bullets only slightly hindered his speed, and the ghostly enemy was still gradually and steadily approaching them.

Just like humans are facing unknown creatures, only the guns in their hands can bring them a sense of security, and although the bullets fired are as endless as the flames of rage, they can't hide the cowardice in the hearts of every security officer.

In the face of typhoons and rains, ordinary people are inevitably unable to move an inch in the frenzied wind and rain.

But now they have witnessed a human being, with his own strength, steadily moving forward in a storm of bullets...

Such an astonishing scene naturally shocked everyone in the monitoring room again.

The vast surveillance room was now only the sound of bullets firing from the screen, and every analyst and even the commander could feel the desperation in the hearts of these security personnel—they had to follow the company's orders and do everything in their power to stop the ghost.

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After a long time, the gunfire on the screen stopped abruptly, and there was not even a trace of screaming.

Silent silence was everyone's last words, but everyone could still hear the sound of the blade cutting flesh, and pessimism gradually spread in everyone's hearts.

It's no wonder that when he came to the next floor and killed the previous security personnel, he couldn't hear even a sound from the communicator.

The enemy didn't even give the security personnel a chance to speak.

"His strength has once again exceeded our expectations, and this time, the intelligence service needs to be held accountable." The commander sighed and said in a sluggish and low tone, as if he was more than ten years old.

He covered his forehead and couldn't bear to look at the surveillance screen.

In the previous information summarized by the intelligence department, it was clearly pointed out that this Mr. Ink Shadow has the reaction speed of a knife and bullet in a slow state.

This is surprising, but it is not unacceptable.

There are always some top agents and soldiers in the world who will have this kind of inhuman combat power after being transformed by national-level prosthetics, and these people are often the bodyguards of the big guys, or the individual war machines of the national level.

But now, Ink Shadow has shown the ability to block bullets while on the move... This performance was simply beyond his expectations.

After all, one is to stand still and concentrate on slashing bullets, and the other is to move and block while facing a rain of bullets... The difficulty of the two is not at the same level at all.

The monitoring room was silent for a long time, and a staff officer observed the commander's face and couldn't help asking:

"Sir... Now are we going to put the follow-up security forces on top? ”

"Yes, Mr. Luo Yin said, everyone, you must go!" The commander said categorically.

The staff officer's face changed, and finally he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Understood." ”

He sat back at his table, took out his communicator, and was about to give orders to several security teams at the top of the building, but was stopped by a sudden wave from the commander next to him.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Luo Yin has called... It is said that the rest of the security team will operate together with the mercenary team. The commander said with a slightly gloomy face.

"And the command needs to be given to that group of people."