() The American-made 8A1 Broadsword mine, containing 700 steel balls and 1.5 pounds of explosives, has a range of 50 meters in front and spreads in a sector at a wide angle of 60 degrees, and is 2 to 2.4 meters in height. The maximum range of its steel balls can even reach 250 meters, including a moderate killing range of about 100 meters. Henks remembered the stats very well, but it wasn't this that he couldn't accept.

And who would put a mine in the door when he sleeps! Henks only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out, and finally he swallowed back the blood that came up.

If you can't go through the main entrance, go through the window, as long as your mind doesn't slip, there are more ways than difficulties, Henks went back to his room, opened the window, and tried to climb over the 15-meter-high exterior wall, overcoming the cold wind and crackling snowflakes on his face, Henks successfully grabbed the railing and climbed over, he climbed on it with both hands, his feet retracted again, and his sturdy body leaned slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work.

When he climbed from under the railing to the platform and poked out half of his head, Henks's face turned like a bitter melon again—Aaron's hotel suite also had a broadsword mine in the balcony.

"Goodbye!" Henks was very resolute and did not hesitate at all, he wanted to go back and recharge his batteries first, and then call forty more helpers, bring machine guns and bazookas, and kill this bastard.

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"That's your guy, isn't it?"

"No, my dear, that's not the one I sent, no one but me knows you're here!"

"So how did he get here? He's wearing a ring, what the hell did you do? ”

Not everyone could sleep soundly this night, at least not Dr. Madeleine, who was looking at her computer screen with a serious expression.

"Listen, my sweetheart, no matter what, Dad will protect you, don't panic, that person shouldn't be looking for you, you have to pretend that nothing happened, okay!"

"I hate you, Dad!"

"I'm sorry, it's me who is sorry for you and your mother, it's me who took the wrong path when I was young, do you remember what I taught you?"

Madeleine hesitated, opened her drawer, took out a Walther PPK pistol, unloaded the magazine, checked the bolt, and finally returned the magazine and closed the safe.

"I'll protect myself!" After typing out these words, Madeleine turned off her computer, which was a temporary account that would be deleted by the system after a few minutes, leaving no trace online.

On the other side, Mr. White sighed as he looked at reports showing the outbreak of riots in South America, the fall of warlords, and the collapse of companies.

"Things are not going well!" Leaning back on the leather seat, Mr. White rubbed his temples with a faint ache, his position in the Phantom Party was now in jeopardy, the Ministry of Investment in South America was lost, the Etyon company in Europe was also blocked, a bunch of MI6 agents and the Night Watch ran all over the world following their tracks, after several experiments at the base in Serbia, the Night Watch went out in a big way, and the tanks and warplanes specially modified to deal with the Boson had been loaded from London, and now he had reached the point of exhaustion, And he can't even ask for help, you must know that the Phantom Party advocates the idea that the winner is king, the members are all competitors, once anyone fails, then his resource industry will be immediately carved up, just like a scavenger in the ocean, and even Mr. White was personally involved, at that time an Italian tyrant, his criminal record was discovered by the third 007 agent, he was imprisoned, and soon committed suicide, and his factory, the enterprise immediately changed owners, Even his 30-year-old third-married wife and 16-year-old flowery daughter were taken to his mansion by Mr. White on the grounds that he was worried that they would not have enough food and clothing, and he took care of them for a while, and then the mother and daughter were sold to a chief of the Gambian Empire in Africa. Thinking of this, Mr. White smiled again with a full and relieved smile.

But when he thought of his late wife and daughter, Mr. White couldn't laugh anymore, when his rivals carried out an assassination on him, he almost lost his family, so in order to protect his family, Mr. White had to let them change their names and surnames to live in seclusion, every contact was communicated with a one-time account, originally thought that he could be a patriarch in the Ghost Party or something in the end, but he didn't expect to be a patriarch or a dog of the Ghost Party**oss, not even that Henks, At least the Henks was young and strong, and a good hand at killing and setting fires, and he made a series of mistakes, and just thinking about it, Mr. White fell asleep until the anxious call of his men woke him up the next morning.

"Sir, something has happened! Dominic Green is dead, and when he dies he revealed the list of people for Project Quantum, and MI6 has already drawn up a plan to capture you! ”

"What?" Mr. White jumped straight out of his chair, he didn't doubt the truth of the matter, he knew that the Phantom Party had someone in the upper echelons of MI6.

"We need to protect you from leaving, or they may come and clean up the portal at any time!" The men pulled out their pistols and loaded them, then found body armor for Mr. White to put on.

"I didn't expect that I would fall to this point, MI6 will not kill me, but the group I work for will kill me!" Mr. White glanced at his office, picked up a photo of his family from his desk, put it in his arms, and followed his men out of the room.

When he went downstairs, Mr. White saw that his servants were quickly packing up all the belongings of the whole house, these people were his team for decades, and they were loyal to him, but they did not know how many of them would survive after this incident was over.

After being stuffed into the bulletproof car, Mr. White looked at his personal bodyguard, who was checking the condition of the convoy on the radio, and after confirming that everything was going well, he reported to White: "Sir, we will go to the airport immediately, the plane has been refueled, we will escort you to Dongguo, where it is safer!" ”

"I see!" Mr. White nodded in dismay, and he glanced at the mansion on his left, where he had lived for many years and was about to be burned down.

It's just that no one noticed that on the hill not far from the mansion, a man in a suit with a cold face looked at the departing convoy expressionlessly.