"Let people kill those two guys, I don't want to see them anymore!" C grabbed her hand and placed it on the combination lock.

"Impossible!" The person still wanted to resist, but he was hit with a rifle butt in the back, and the whole person was smashed to the ground by this blow, and he didn't get up for half a day.

"Damn! You bastard! An old leader of the committee pushed away the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, stepped forward to help the man up, and then pointed at C and cursed.

Although these old men are old, they were all good at MI6 when they were young, and some of them even served as 00 agents and were familiar with various languages, so those words were particularly ugly, especially when he was holding the old man, he greeted C's home in Latin and greeted C's sister and mother in French, German, English, and even Cantonese Chaocan.

"Tie them up!" C, who was sprayed on his face, was not angry, but waited for the old man to finish spraying him, took out the old man's handkerchief and wiped his face, and then he made the handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.

"Scold, you can only scold anyway!" After dealing with the old man, C took out a hard drive from his pocket and plugged it into the computer in the computer room.

"Well, the data will start to be transmitted, it will only take twenty minutes, and everything in this country will be known to the outside world!"

"It's about the lives of millions of people, you can't do that!" People trembled, and they didn't know if it was because of pain or anger.

"What does that have to do with me~" C laughed, took out the chewing gum from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and chewed it like eating delicacies from the mountains and seas.

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"Any plans?" In the small space, Bond watched vigilantly at the only entrance, next to him was Mallory, who was bandaging his wounds, yes, in the previous escape, even with 007 in the back, Mallory was still shot in the leg, but fortunately, the bullet only pierced his leg muscles.

"Why did you come out unscathed?" Mallory gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound, only to find that James Bond next to him had nothing to do, and even his hair remained in its original shape.

"Because good fortune has always favored me!" Bond grinned and pulled out a small agent-specific cell phone and a Glock pistol from his pocket.

"You guy, give me your phone, I'll contact the reinforcements, and the work over there will be handed over to you!" Mallory gave a wry smile, then took his phone and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"You stay here, contact the reinforcements, I'll stop them, and keep me informed if there's a situation!" Bond nodded, loaded his pistol and left the room where he was hiding.

"Any suggestions now?"

"Their target is the intelligence base, not only ours, but also other countries, so we have to destroy the computer room!"

Bond counted the bullets in his gun, thought about the number of people on the other side, and said, "Is there any other way?" ”

"Yes, the standby generator, on the sixth floor underground, as long as the standby generator is destroyed, the power and network will be cut off in the machine room, so it's okay!"

"Six floors underground, okay, I've found my way!"

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Looking at the buzzing computer room and the progress bar that was slowly filling on the screen, she was in a hurry, and just as she was thinking about whether to fight hard, an old chief of a committee suddenly touched her.

"I have a pin in my watch!" The old chief said in a lip whisper.

"Understood!" nodded, and then pretended to be unwell, changed his position, leaned on the old chief, and the other officials who were tied up also pretended to call and surrounded the two.

The militants guarding them looked at them a few times at first, but then he was really tired of hearing the calls of these old men and old women, so he turned his head, plugged in his headphones and looked at Twitter, giving his favorite tanks a thumbs up and something.

The old chief took out the needle in his hand, opened his own handcuffs, and opened them for the others, and the whole process did not make a sound, and he had to go back to the days when he was thirty years old and undercover in the Northern Irish Army.

After uncuffing the handcuffs, the group looked at each other, followed by the old man who had been agent 00, who suddenly screamed and fell to the ground and began to foam at the mouth.

"Damn, sir, what's wrong with you?" The others shouted as if they were panicked.

"What?" The guard walked over impatiently, and saw the old man twitching on the ground, so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to give the old man artificial respiration, and then an old woman behind him took off her ten-centimeter high heels, and looked at the guard's delicate chrysanthemum at once!

"Hmm!" The guard straightened up as if he had a spring tied, his hands clutching his red pants, and he turned to look at the grandmother with high heels.

"Hah!" On the side, an old man who had served in SAS grabbed the guard's leg and pulled him down, then grabbed him by the neck and wiped the guard's head, uh, it didn't break it, but the old cadre flashed to the waist because of this.

"You guy, drop the chain at a critical moment!" His companion, who was five years younger than him, stepped forward to relay and wringed the guard's head off.

"Hey, you guys!" Another militant saw the old man lying on top of his companion, raised his weapon and shouted, then picked up the weapon of the previous guard and shot him down three times.

The gunfire alarmed the other militants in the engine room, but when they ran over, this group of old men and grandmothers with an average age of over 60 had already hid behind the bunker, and because these militants had sufficient firepower, these old men and old ladies were not short of ammunition for a while, although there were only four weapons, but the grenades could be divided into one person!

"Destroy the computer, don't let the data flow out!" The old agent, trembling with a rifle to shoot, shouted.

"Okay, leave it to me!" The old agent shuddered and shot a magazine out, wounding three militants, but the computer was unscathed.

"Oops, I didn't have reading glasses!" It was only after the bullet that the old agent came to his senses.

"Damn, let me come!" Patiently snatched the weapon, changed the bullet, and shot at the computer, but the bullet was blocked by the bulletproof glass in front of the computer.

"I forgot it still has protection!"

"Can you be reliable?"