Poof.

The sound of shadow spikes piercing through the human body was like the soft sound of a person smashing the crunchy noodles inside the packaging bag.

Eden glanced down at the pitch-black spikes that emerged from his chest, dripping down from the ends of the spikes with bright red blood.

Before this drop of blood falls, his life will be gone forever.

This fact is so clear that time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The past flashed through my mind like a marquee.

Eden remembered that he was born in poverty, and by daring to fight, betraying his teammates and bosses, and changing his face without any psychological burden, he could be said to have risen to the top in the CIA, defeating many opponents.

Eventually, he reached this height, which many people would not have been able to reach in their lifetime.

In the eyes of his family and many people, he is the pride of heaven and a model of civilian counterattack.

In his sixties, he still has a hand move, and dozens or hundreds of young and beautiful girls will gather around him and play the flute.

Why can't such a successful life be successful to the end?

Eden's heart was full of unwillingness, he didn't want to die as a deputy director, not a director.

Time seemed to flow suddenly, and Eden's unwilling eyes became dim, and his pupils lost their brilliance.

Pop, a drop of blood fell to the ground and bloomed into the shape of a plum blossom.

The screams continued, and the bright lights that lit up from time to time were the last of the agents' resistance.

Other CIA agents who received an urgent call for help also rushed forward to try to support inside.

In the director's bedroom in the corner of the building, the lights were bright, and John rolled over, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, opened his chest, and shouted outside: "What happened? ”

The hand opened the drawer, took out two guns, and threw a glare gun to his wife on the bed.

can marry him, and his wife is naturally not the kind of delicate woman who can't do anything.

The agent guarding outside reported back: "Director, just now came the news that the Shadow Emperor has raided the conference room, and the agents who went to reinforce are fighting with the Shadow Soldiers, and they have suffered heavy casualties. ”

"Fake, with so many shadowless lights, can't you stop them?"

John scolded angrily, and then decisively gave up the idea of stepping forward to support, shouting: "Don't do that kind of thing to send you to death, quickly withdraw for me." ”

John knew very well in his heart that if the other party did not play the charging game head-on, and chose to kill people in secret, the existing technology would not be able to stop the Shadow Emperor's soldiers at all.

Installing these lights is just a fluke for the people above.

Anyway, all the electricity bills and decorations are borne by the federal government, and you don't have to pay out of your own pocket.

John and his wife quickly exited the CIA building through the safe passage of emergency evacuation and ran outside, not waiting for the rest of the CIA.

He took a special car directly and hid outside for a while, and did not report to Air Force One.

When this situation is unknown, doesn't it seem that you are incompetent?

He chose to remotely control the agents until reports of stable conditions inside the building appeared, and then let the agents return with him.

The agents were armed with flashbangs and had flashbangs around their waists, which may not have been useful, but they would have given them the courage to step into the HQ building.

John walked down the aisle and saw reinforcements of CIA agents dying there.

Blood stained the walls red, and corpses lay in the aisles, forming pools of blood.

John finally understood what it meant to be strewn with corpses, and he walked to the conference room, pushed the door open, and the smell of blood wafted in an even stronger way.

Under the bright light, a corpse could be seen, and the place away from the door was the deputy director Eden, who he was very familiar with.

"Oh my God!"

John let out a loud cry, the corners of his mouth almost uncontrollably raised, "What a sad thing to do, our dutiful and efficient Deputy Director Eden, should suffer such a fate.

It's really jealous. ”

John stretched out his squatting down and reached out to touch the neck, confirming that everyone was already cold, and the smile in his heart almost made the serious expression unbearable.

This damn bad old man has been holding him back from the power of the CIA.

At another glance, the Director of Intelligence, the Chief of Operations, and the Director of Management looked at the familiar faces.

In addition to being pleasantly surprised, John couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what did these guys do behind his back to provoke the Shadow Emperor to kill here?

He stopped his patrol, turned his head and said, "Do any of you know what they are doing in Mexico?" ”

More than a dozen people looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Director, I've heard from the people in the Intelligence Department that they recently learned of information that someone wanted to assassinate Ned.

Deputy Director Eden's instructions were to let it go. ”

When John heard this, he suddenly gasped and hurriedly said, "Quick, hurry up and report the news to Ned!" Even the name and address of the organization must be clearly stated! ”

"Yes."

The man returned to the crowd and told another to call Ned to inform him.

John glanced around, and the Shadow Emperor's temper was too great, because the CIA received information and didn't notify Ned, so he was going on a killing spree here at the CIA.

This is also too unreasonable.

But if you think about it, with the style of the Shadow Emperor, he didn't string the CIA together, and he should be very merciful.

John was no longer interested in the scene in front of him, and he turned around, ready to report to Air Force One, and thought in his head how to fill the vacant position.

In the Intelligence Department, the Management Department, the Operations Department, and the Science and Technology Department, it was difficult for him to arrange his own manpower before.

Now, it is completely possible to transfer people from the CIA's Japanese bureau.

He has been in business there for many years, has trusted henchmen, and is just in time to be able to vacate a position.

Of course, not for Jack to put in the staff, but for some people who want to enter the main bureau, to enter the sub-bureau instead.

John always had to take care of those who wanted to get into the General Bureau, not turn them away from the CIA outright.

Even if Air Force One has repeatedly emphasized the need to abandon interpersonal relationships and nepotism, in fact, standing in their position, who doesn't want to let relatives and friends all develop to ensure mutual support?

Including Air Force One, isn't that one also seeking benefits for his family and friends?

John wasn't going to be a rigid man.

……

Tokyo, the top floor of the Information Division Headquarters Building in Minato-ku.

Chiyo Morimoto stayed in the office, and there was still a little time before she got off work, so she simply flipped through the video and summary report about the surveillance of Hu Die, wanting to see if it was someone from the intelligence department who released water to Hu Die.

She hadn't finished reading these yet, the landline suddenly rang, and her right hand was directly put out, "What's the matter?" ”

"Morimoto, something is wrong, there was just a big earthquake on the side of the CIA, and the Shadow Emperor went directly to the headquarters to kill because the CIA learned that someone was unfavorable to Ned and did not report it.

The four division chiefs and deputy directors and some section chiefs were all killed, and the death toll at the scene reached sixty-three!

The top management is about to usher in a big blood change! ”

Hearing Jack's words spit out like a machine gun, Chiyo Morimoto stopped playing the Prime Minister and all the calls below, rubbing his forehead.

Since standing on the high ground, Chiyo Morimoto has been exposed to all kinds of news every day, which has made her deeply understand that there is never a moment of tranquility in this world.

It's just that someone used to be carrying a weight, and now the person who is carrying the weight has become her.

"You calm down first, you just have to make it clear, is their death a good thing or a bad thing for us?"

"For Director John, that's a good thing from heaven, and for us, it's a bad thing."

Jack let out a long sigh, thinking of the greeting John had greeted him just now, and said with a depressed expression: "Due to the vacancy of the four division chiefs, Director John wants to transfer the current three section chiefs and some henchmen to the general bureau to fill the vacant position.

In exchange, some people from the Directorate General or elsewhere will be transferred to the CIA to take over the positions of the three chiefs and those henchmen. ”

"I shouldn't be included in the three section chiefs, right?"

Chiyo Morimoto must ask this clearly, not sloppily.

Jack said of course: "No, Director John just wants to transfer his henchmen to the past."

He didn't transfer me, and he wanted me to continue to sit here and control the CIA, so as to make sure that he was well informed about Dior. ”

"Well, I know you're John's henchman too."

Chiyo Morimoto leaned back, understanding what Jack was worried about, the current CIA Bureau had made Jack a little tame to some extent, and suddenly there was a big blood exchange.

The people who exchanged blood were all those with backgrounds, and for Jack, who had just mastered the CIA, this kind of thing was naturally very bad.

After all, this person has to devote his energy to how to grasp the power of the CIA.

"Respond to all changes with the same, and wait until those people come."

Chiyo Morimoto didn't give any advice in advance, and he didn't know what the character of the new section chiefs was, so it was obviously stupid to give taming advice rashly.

"Okay, then I'll hang up first."

"Hmm."

Chiyo Morimoto hung up the phone, and it was really a wave of unevenness.

She looked at the table clock on the table, and it was exactly five o'clock.

Great, it's time to get off work.

……

If you can, you won't work overtime, this is Chiyo Morimoto's principle.

She returned home and opened the door, where a well-sensed teenager stood in the hallway, "Welcome back, Chiyo." ”

"Hmm."

Chiyo Morimoto became in a happy mood and stepped forward to take off her shoes.

Qing Ze looked at her bending over, the magnificent mountain scenery exposed by her neckline, and said with a smile: "Chiyo, can you sign the squad leader later?"

She adores you, says you're the most outstanding woman of the new age, and it's best to write something encouraging for her to learn. ”

"That girl from last time."

Chiyo Morimoto remembered the girl who used to live here and said, "You have a leg with her?" ”

"No, I'm just friends with her."

"I know what you mean."

Chiyo Morimoto answered, and the smile on his face made Aosawa feel wronged in his heart, he really didn't have anything to do with the squad leader.

"So far."

She seemed to see through Qing Ze's heart and preemptively said this sentence.

Qing Ze became speechless.

(End of chapter)