"Hurry, hurry! Call people! When Aaron rushed to the door of the room with the ventilation system on the top floor, several of the security guards and agents standing there were already lying in a pool of blood.

"Hurry up, this one is still angry!" Watson saw that one of the agents still had a pulse and rushed to give him first aid.

"Use this!" Aaron pulls out a military booster and throws it to Watson.

"Poof!" Within a few seconds of the needle piercing the skin, the wounded's breathing was much calmer, and although his heartbeat was weak, it was no longer disordered.

"Quick, there are too many of them...... We............ We're not ...... and ......" The awakened agent trembled and pointed to the dead door that was locked not far away.

"Leave it to me! Doctor, you watch the gate when I go in, don't let a guy escape! Aaron said as he put on his tactical vest.

"Leave it to me!" Watson gave the wounded another shot of morphine, then picked up the Glock he had dropped on the ground and checked his load.

Putting on the tactical vest, Aaron put on a bulletproof vest on the outside again, and then walked to the thick iron door with the MR6.

In order to prevent reinforcements from coming, the terrorists who entered welded the gate to death after they entered, and if it was an ordinary agent, it was estimated that they would have to wait for the equipment to be in place, but Aaron directly got on the thermite bomb, and the heat flow of thousands of degrees directly melted the door open.

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The system responsible for providing fresh air and regulating the temperature to thousands of rooms throughout the hotel is enormous, and the dense ductwork alone is enough to make first-time visitors feel tricky.

And Makarov, holding the three views in his hand, searched for almost ten minutes before finding the ventilation system of the opera house.

"Head, there's movement at the door, what should I do?" Seeing the dazzling sparks erupting, the two militants on alert were a little nervous.

"Block them!" Makarov is also sweating profusely, and the Manticore gas bomb provided by Moriarty has several insurances, and you have to follow the process step by step, otherwise it will be booming, Makarov still has a great wish that has not been fulfilled, but he doesn't want to die so young.

"Bang bang, bang bang!" Not far away, a gunshot rang out suddenly, and it looked a little dull in the confined space.

"Head, they're in!"

"How many!"

"Just one!"

"Then deal with him!" Makarov was so angry that he stopped what he was doing and said to the other subordinates who were busy behind him: "You go to the stick to help, just leave two people!" ”

The reinforcements climbed over the winding pipes and through the dense lines, and then saw one of their own dragging wounded allies and being forced back step by step by a large thick shield.

"Cover me!" One of the militants shouted at his companion and climbed up the overhanging pipe to try to attack Aaron from above.

"Don't go up!" The man who had retreated earlier exclaimed.

"Bang!" A flash of fire flashed in the center of the shield, and the guy above fell from his thigh.

"Damn it!" Aaron was also very uncomfortable, although this full-body shield could open a firing port, but it could only confirm the approximate shooting position, and there was no way to shoot accurately, so he fired two shots and failed to solve the opponent.

And those militants were even more uncomfortable, they couldn't fight and couldn't fight, and they didn't run and didn't run, so they could only fire and retreat, and in less than thirty seconds, Aaron had pressed them back to Makarov's side.

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"Sir, there are already reservations here, can you please go to the front position?" The waiter looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the soft sofa with a big horse golden knife and turned it over, if it was usual, he would have called the security guard to come over to fight people, but now is a special period, he can only hope for his patient persuasion.

"Yes, but I don't see anyone, where?" Sherlock Holmes said without lifting his eyelids.

"Sir, you ......" the waiter was about to say something, but another male voice interjected, "It's okay, we know each other, you go down!" ”

"Okay, sorry to bother you!"

When the waiters had left, Moriarty took off his hat and placed it on a hook and sat to the left of Sherlock Holmes, keeping his eyes fixed on the center of the stage, where the opera Don Giovanni was now playing.

"Do you want to play a game of rapid chess?" Holmes said suddenly.

"Of course, always at any time!"

The game unfolded again, with Holmes taking the lead in attacking, pawns, elephants, and chariots and horses rushing at Moriarty's king.

"Looks like you're a little impatient!" Moriarty moved his pawns unhurriedly and defused Holmes's offensive one by one.

"It's rapid, after all, isn't it?" Holmes smiled and continued to attack disappreciatively.

"But sometimes too fast can set your backyard on fire, after all, you don't know how many pieces your opponent has!" Moriarty smiled and tapped the chessboard, and at some point his white horse was only one step away from the king of Sherlock Holmes.

"It's a pity that my opponent doesn't know my chess pieces either!" Holmes also smiled and pointed to Moriarty's king, whose black chariot had already been defeated.

"Hehe......" Moriarty smiled dryly, and then said in a deep voice: "Maybe you've dealt with the gunman in ambush, but how do you know I didn't do it?" ”

"Whew!" Holmes blew, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Good!" Moriarty's face finally turned blue, he glanced at Holmes, and then got up.

"Are you leaving? I don't think it will go well out there, after all, I don't think you'll be able to escape with a dozen strong lads! ”

"Really? Why don't you take a look at this? Moriarty lifted the hem of his shirt and found a manticore-gas bomb around his waist.

"Actually, we can still talk about it, you know, there is no death penalty here in Switzerland, and extradition is not accepted!" Holmes had already heard the sound of McCroft roaring in the headset giving orders.

"yes, but I don't want to try, do I want to go out and get some air?" Moriarty politely extended an invitation to Sherlock Holmes.

"Can I say no?" Holmes sighed, then stood up as well.

The two of them left the box one after the other, and the agents who had been ambushed outside had been withdrawn, and now the corridor was empty.

"You have no way out, you know in your heart, why do you have to hold on?"

"Not to the death, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I never fight a battle that I am not sure of! Now move on! Moriarty followed Holmes unhurriedly, and the two men went up the stairs to the observation deck on the outer level of the hotel, where there was a trestle over the Reichenbach Falls and a small parking lot at the other end.

"You know, when I understand what is going on here, I will definitely let your friends have a very grand curtain call!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Moriarty let out a cruel word.

"Really?" Holmes stopped and turned to look at the other.

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