"The secret party's dog nose is really smart."

The man with the black parted head said from the side.

"I guess it's a satellite."

The purple-eyed silver-haired woman said without looking back.

"I'm so envious, when will we have our own satellite?"

The man in the middle of the split said with emotion.

"It should be soon."

The silver-haired woman said.

"Then we'll have to wait."

The man smiled self-deprecatingly.

Egypt's national strength is there, it wants resources but no resources, it wants economy but no economy, and it can't sell itself at a good price.

Even with the support of the boss, it is difficult to come up with anything good.

"That's what the boss has to think about."

The silver-haired woman said lightly.

In fact, there are things to sell, at least they still have a river.

The value of the Suez Canal is still not low, even if it is just to outsource the infrastructure, it is a big business.

"Here they are."

The man in the middle was just about to speak, but he saw the two members of Group C walking towards the villa.

"Hit?"

The silver-haired woman asked.

"I'll ask."

The man in the middle turned on the communicator.

"The doctor said it would take a little more time to process the papers."

He said a moment later.

"Okay."

The silver-haired woman nodded, her fingers on the trigger.

She didn't like the priest, but the loss of the priest made the boss sad.

Malaya doesn't like the boss to be sad, so everyone in the secret party should be damned.

Now, let's charge some interest first.

In the scope, the green helmet sways slightly as it moves.

"Anubis!"

She recited Death's name and pulled the trigger.

The Barrett MRAD's characteristic flame suppressor could not completely eliminate the dazzling gun flame, and the 0.416-inch Barrett shot at its target in a near-straight trajectory.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of gunfire and impact sounded almost simultaneously, followed by two exclamations.

"How is that possible?!"

Malaya looked at the surviving target on the other side, a shocked expression.

Although the Barrett MRAD is only a lightweight anti-personnel sniper rifle, the bullets used are not hardcore.

However, under the effect of her Spirit of Words, the power of this bullet has been strengthened several times, not to mention an explosion-proof shield, even the armor of a tank can penetrate it.

And Carlos, whose face was scratched by a bullet, was even more shocked than her, and the sniper rifle on the opposite side could actually shoot through his blast shield, not an armor-piercing bullet.

You know, the explosion-proof shield in his hand is made of plastic steel on the whole surface, which is 30mm thick, at least equivalent to a homogeneous steel plate with a thickness of 45mm mm.

What kind of gun is used on the other side? The M82A1 doesn't have that power.

Or did the other party use the spirit of words?

Carlos moved his wrist, which was tingling from the impact, and completely covered himself and Ruan Xiuyu's bodies behind the blast shield.

He didn't believe that the other party could use this kind of speech without intervals, otherwise it would not be a sniper rifle that would be fired at him, but a machine-gun bullet.

However, for the sake of insurance, Carlos and Ruan Xiuyu glanced at each other, and at the same time released Yan Ling.

The bright light of the sun expanded from the top of Nguyen Xiu Ngo's head to all directions, and this Vietnamese girl who did not look amazing was extremely dazzling at the moment.

Speech Spirit Blazing Sun, this BUG-level low-sequence Speech Spirit is always effective against enemies with eyes.

Maraiya, who was about to aim again, subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them, the explosion-proof shield in front of her had become three.

There are three identical explosion-proof shields on three sides, and three pairs of identical people behind the shields.

Word Spirit: Phantom, the effect is exactly what its name suggests.

This spirit is not very magical, and the phantom created does not have any substance.

If Maraya could see the dirt crushed by Carlos, she would be able to easily tell which was the real entity.

Unfortunately, her eyesight hasn't gotten that good.

The silver-haired sniper bit his lip, intending to fire a few more shots.

Just all three and you'll know which one is real.

"That's enough, Malaya. Let those people out and play with them, it's time for us to go. ”

The man in the middle of the head pressed her shoulder.

There is no point in killing one or two commissioners of the Enforcement Department, it just invites revenge from the Secret Party.

It's okay to say that it's okay to kill with one shot, but now it looks like it's going to turn into a tough battle, and if you persist in it, you will lose a lot because of a small loss.

Malaya snorted, but put away her gun anyway.

The man in the middle breathed a sigh of relief, this woman's qualifications in the organization were older than him, and it would really not end well if he went crazy regardless of it.

"Don't worry, the end of the secret party is coming."

He said soothingly, and then released the spirit.

Invisible mental fluctuations swept across the villa, and dozens of thugs armed with various firearms rushed out of the doors and windows.

The Spirit of Words dominates the demons and gives a command to those within its range and drives them to act according to that command.

The effect of this spirit is not strong, at least with the blood of a man with a split head, and the dominating demon cannot even take effect on normal people.

But these thugs are all addicts they have brought in, and their willpower is relatively weak.

They used other methods to keep these people's mental power at a low level, just for this time.

And the instructions given to them by the man in the middle are.

"Kill all the people who don't have a turban."

And now, as far as the thugs can see, the only ones who don't have bandanas are Carlos and Ruan Xiuyu behind the blast shield.

Driven by both words and drugs, the thugs rushed forward like a swarm of frightened cockroaches, bullets of all calibers fired at Group C and their phantoms.

Even the blast shield that the Spirit of the Wind Bow could barely shoot through was naturally not afraid of these ordinary bullets, and the metal storm either pierced the phantom or was blocked by the shield, without causing any damage to Group C.

But at the same time, the mob also formed a siege on the two.

The blast shield is not a fortress, it can only block one side.

"Everyone, quickly support Group C."

Ye Sheng shouted in the address book.

Although a good detective drama turned into a war movie gave him some stomach pain, just a gang of gun-wielding thugs is still not a big problem.

The enemies of the Lionheart Society are pure-blooded dragons, degenerate hybrids, and a group of addicts who have too many stumbles can't pose a big threat.

What's more, he also specially brought new technology from the equipment department to this group of lions.

Just that explosion-proof shield, even Ye Sheng himself can't get it, and he still relies on Lu Mingfei's face.

If there are casualties in this way, then they can only blame themselves for being too lazy in training.

The real threat on the other side is

"Group B, bang at the window in the middle of the second floor."

He commanded again.

"Yes!"

The trainees of Group B, who had just gotten out of the car, did not hesitate to aim, and then launched the bazooka in their hands.

This is the reserve of the Detroit station, and it has not yet had time to change to a new version of high-energy explosives, but it is more than enough to blow up a floor.

Thick white smoke enveloped the two members of Group B, like a fairyland on earth.

However, the windows hit by the rockets burst into flames, and the entire second floor was destroyed in the fierce firelight, turning into a post-apocalyptic scene.

"Single-shot, accurate, powerful, bazooka is not a sniper rifle."

Looking at the sniper position that had been emptied, Ye Sheng said proudly.

(End of chapter)