There was a faint smell of smoke in the safety staircase, and the elite man in a black suit raised his hands in a surrender gesture, his head was covered with black beads of sweat, and his breathing was a little short, but the buttons of his shirt were still firmly buttoned and did not loosen. The face with a dull and oily glow is also very calm.

"What are you doing with me?" Cheng Mo asked condescendingly, holding up the PP2000 and pointing at the elite man.

The elite man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and calmed his breath before he whispered, "Just now you asked me why I was locked up by the Hydra people, and I haven't told you the reason yet. ”

"I hope you haven't wasted my time. Cheng Mo said coldly.

"Actually, I am a drug broker, and drugs and their raw materials are exported from the Golden Triangle (the triangle of the border areas of the TAI, MIANDIAN, and Laos border areas), the Silver Triangle (the Andes and Amazon regions where the South American countries are located), the Black Triangle (the border areas bordered by the five countries of N Zhilia, J Na, Kniya, S Dan and N Fei) and the Golden Crescent (YI Lang, There is a narrow strip of land that resembles a crescent moon at the junction of A Fuhan and B Kistan) The four major producing areas flow to the whole world, and forty to fifty percent depend on us, the middlemen, who are also called 'sea mules'......."

"I don't care what you do. ”

"OK, OK, then I'll be brief, Hydra is the largest drug distribution center in Europa, and I took an order to put ' Black Triangle's batch of freight here, this batch of goods is worth hundreds of millions, I can earn tens of millions from it, but the bad thing is that I missed, my ship met the coast guard halfway, and I could only sink the goods into the sea, and then it was time to deliver, because I received the deposit here in advance, and then I used this deposit plus some of my savings to buy goods in the Black Triangle, but when it was time to deliver the goods, I was not able to hand over this batch of goods, so I was arrested by the people of Hydra....."

Cheng Mo frowned, "What does this have to do with you stalking me?"

"What we sea mules do is to lick the blood at the tip of the knife, and make a lot of blood ......money by walking on the edge of danger," the elite man put down his right hand and pointed at his eyes with his index and middle fingers, "The most important thing for us sea mules is to have a pair of sharp eyes to distinguish who is dangerous and who is safe, and who can be trusted and who cannot be trusted." Sir, I thought I had to follow you in order to escape Hydra in the surveillance room, so I've been following you not far away......"

"I'm sorry, but I still have some things to attend to and won't be leaving Hydra right now. You can figure it out for yourself!" After saying that, Mo put away his gun and continued to walk upstairs.

"Sir....." The elite man immediately followed with his hands raised high, and swore an oath, "I am also useful to you, you must leave Greece after escaping from Hydra, right?" I think I will also be useful to you, my ship is still docked in the port of Rafina, only forty minutes away from Hydra, as long as you can take me out of Hydra, I can take you out of Greece as quickly as possible!"

Cheng Mo didn't stop, the man's condition did make him very tempted, but he wasn't sure whether the other party was telling the truth or a lie. He couldn't observe anything useful from the other party's expression just now, Cheng Mo didn't know how to describe it, he just relied on an intuition that he had observed others for many years, and felt that what he saw was all what the other party wanted him to see.

There is no doubt that the other party is indeed a ruthless person who has been on the tip of the knife all year round, so he can manage his expression so well.

The elite man reluctantly said, "Hey, sir, if you have another way to leave Greece, give me a letter of approval, and I'll turn around and leave now!"

Obviously, the other party is also proficient in psychology and negotiation skills, and he is keenly aware of Cheng Mo's hesitation in his heart before risking his life to catch up. Cheng Mo pondered it in his heart, and felt that even if he agreed, there was a high probability that he would not be able to successfully leave Hydra with the elite man, which was not fair to the elite man, and it violated his principle of equal exchange.

Cheng Mo is not the kind of egoist who has no bottom line, so he opened his mouth to refuse. At that moment, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway again. He stopped, turned around and made a silent gesture to the elite man who was still holding his hands up, and the elite man immediately closed his mouth in amusement.

Cheng Mo poured energy into his cochlea, listened carefully, and heard three different footsteps, two light and one heavy. Judging by the number of people, there is a high probability that it is not the guard of Hydra. Cheng Mo was having some doubts in his heart, and the fat man Eugene's loud voice echoed in the corridor, "FXXK, are you sure the boss is going upstairs? It can't be a mistake, right? Isn't it self-defeating to go up?"

"I'm sure. ”

This deep voice belonged to Muhammad al-Oweis, whose thick accent was so easy to distinguish.

"I guess maybe the Boss must have a safer way to get out of Hydra, for sure, he must have hidden a back door in Hydra. ”

This slightly trembling voice is not so familiar to Cheng Mo, but he can also distinguish the voice of Sinclair, a computer genius German. Cheng Mo was a little surprised, and these three people actually chose to follow him. After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Mo decided to solve the problems of the four people together, he dissipated his energy, and whispered to the elite man who was waiting to watch him: "It's okay, it's not an enemy." ”

The elite man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and whispered, "Can I put my hand down?" After a pause, he said, "I took a pistol in the weapons room just now, please believe me, I also want to escape, our goal is the same......."

Cheng Mo was quite satisfied with the attitude of the elite man, and the possibility and feasibility of the other party threatening his safety were relatively low, so Cheng Mo nodded, walked down the stairs and waited around the corner. After a while, he heard the footsteps of the three people, and in order to avoid misunderstanding, before he saw them, Cheng Mo said in advance: "You three shouldn't come to me." ”

"Boss, how can you leave us alone?" cried Eugene the Fat first.

Cheng Mo ignored Eugene, just stood at the corner of the handrail, exposed half of his body, and put himself in a position of "attacking and retreating". Soon Cheng Mo saw the fat Eugene's sumo-wrestler-like Roshan, and the black-skinny Mohammed Oweis cautiously held a gun and hid behind the fat Eugene.

Fat Eugene didn't know who he had stripped of a Hydra guard's uniform and put it on his body, but the uniform was so small that it looked like a small vest on him, and it looked so funny. He ignored the black muzzle of the PP2000 in Cheng Mo's hand facing him, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Boss~~~!"

This call is really numb, if it weren't for Cheng Mo or the person concerned, knowing that he and Fat Eugene had only known each other for less than three hours, he would definitely think that Fat Eugene was calling his long-lost relatives.

Being shouted in such an affectionate tone by a greasy Roshan, Cheng Mo couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, his fingers trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't help pulling the trigger, he took a deep breath to restrain the impulse in his chest, and asked in a cold voice: "Why don't you leave Hydra?"

Fat man Eugene said solemnly: "Why do you want to leave! Of course we have to advance and retreat together with the boss!"

"Shut up. Cheng Mo said coldly

Fat Eugene closed his mouth tightly in grievance.

Cheng Mo pointed the gun at Mohammed Oweiss behind the fat man, and asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you leave?"

Mohammed al-Oves, a dark and thin Albanian, replied with a blank face: "There is a better chance of escaping with you." When he said this, he unexpectedly didn't have a big tongue, and there was a kind of cold directness that people couldn't refute.

Sinclair, who was grabbing the armrest, poked his head down, waved his hand to Cheng Mo, and forced a laugh and said, "Boss, should you ask me? I'm so curious about that thing of yours......."

Fat Eugene slapped Sinclair on the back of the head, "Stupid, what are you talking about? Are you interested in the boss's thing? Do you mean you're greedy for the boss's body? I didn't expect you to be such a hacker!"

Caught off guard, Sinclair called "ouch", touched his head and turned his head, looked at the fat man Eugene with an inexplicable expression, and defended: "I didn't mean that, I meant ........"

Fat Eugene stretched out his arm and grabbed Sinclair's neck with his right hand, like a thin little chick, and said with an ambiguous smile: "I understand, I understand, you are a, I know ...... when I look like you"

"No......" Sinclair was squeezed by the fat Eugene, her face was flushed, she couldn't get out of breath, let alone speak, she could only wave her little hands and struggle, but she couldn't escape the restraint of the fat Eugene.

Cheng Mo knew that the fat man Eugene didn't want Sinclair to say that he was interested in the "Seven Sins Sect", which made him feel that "the husband is not guilty and guilty", so he was wary and even disgusted. Fat Eugene's exaggerated performance is not that he doesn't know that Cheng Mo can guess what Sinclair wants to say, but uses a comedy form of performance to dispel Cheng Mo's vigilance.

Although Cheng Mo knew the intentions of the fat man Eugene, he did not dislike the fat man. Maybe it's his talent to be a good old man and a liar. Being able to cheat Hydra into borrowing money and almost winning money and leaving is not something that ordinary people can do. In normal times, Cheng Mo is also very interested in getting to know the fat man Eugene, but it is not the right time now.

"If you really want to escape and follow me, I advise you to turn back and go down now. Saying that, Cheng Mo turned his head and glanced at the elite man next to him who was not in other visions, "You are the same." ”

"Anyone else?" asked Fat Eugene in surprise.

"Yes, and me!" the elite man stepped out of the corner and stood up with a smile on his face.

"It's you!" Fat Eugene let go of Sinclair's hand, his fat face was full of resentment, "Boss, how can you even be willing to take him, but not us?"

The elite man shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Boss...... And didn't promise to take me. ”

Relieved, Sinclair forgot what to say to Cheng Mo, and punched and kicked the fat man Eugene while gasping, "FXXK, why are you holding me, you dead fat man?"

Sinclair's fist embroidered legs are like gua sha for the thick-skinned and rough fat Eugene, Cheng Mo looked at Sinclair's annoyed expression, and felt that Sinclair looked smart and was actually really simple, while the fat Eugene was just the opposite, looking like an iron man, but actually very shrewd.

However, Cheng Mo had no intention of speculating on the motives of the fat man Eugene, shook his head and said bluntly: "I went up, not to escape, but to save people, the person I want to save is on the ninety-first floor, you have to go with me, the chance of escape is much smaller than going down with the others now......

Fat Eugene's eyes just flickered, and he immediately slapped his chest on the mountain, and said with a resolute face: "Since the boss wants to save people, it is incumbent on me as a junior brother!!"

The elite man looked at Cheng Mo in surprise and asked, "Are you going to the ninety-first floor to save people?"

Cheng Mo nodded, "Yes, just to save people, I don't have any back doors or secret passages, and I can only rely on luck to escape." ”

"No back door? No way, boss, aren't you cutting yourself off the back road by arson on the fifteenth floor?" Sinclair said incredulously.

Cheng Mo said lightly: "I began to say my speculation, and besides, I have no choice, only in this way can I have a chance, otherwise I can't even go to the ninety-first floor." ”

"Really?" Sinclair still didn't believe it.

"There's no need to lie to you. After a pause, Cheng Mo said, "What you are delaying now is your own time, don't wait for the fifteenth and fourteenth floors to burn down completely, even if you want to leave, you may not have a chance." ”

Sinclair grabbed the handrail and looked down the stairs, there was already a faint smoke in the hallway, and he looked at the fat man Eugene and Mohammed Oweiss with some panic, "What should I do?"

"What to do? Of course, I followed the boss without hesitation. Fat Eugene said with a big grin.

Muhammad Al-Oves walked out from behind the fat man Eugene, patted the PP2000 in his hand, and said word by word: "I am very useful to you." ”

Cheng Mo lowered his eyes and forced to look at Mohammed Oweis, and the Albanian man standing below looked at Cheng Mo indifferently.

"I'm not very strong, but if you want to leave Greece, I'm definitely indispensable. The elite man also whispered.

"What about me? What should I do? I can only play with the computer!" Sinclair despaired.

"Don't worry, the boss won't leave us!" said Fat Eugene with a smile as he put his arm around Sinclair's shoulders.

Cheng Mo didn't say anything, this was a good thing for him, but it was conducive to his safety, so he said coldly: "I have already told you the situation, what to do is your own business, but I will not take any responsibility for your safety......"

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"Your Highness, there seems to be something wrong with the Hydra headquarters. Cloe Gaion walked into the presidential suite and said eagerly to Napoleon VII, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and engrossed in reading.

Unaffected by Clote Gaion's tone, Napoleon VII unhurriedly picked up the solid gold golden bee bookmark from the black marble coffee table and placed it under the headline Chapter XVII: Of Cruelty and Clemency, and Whether It Is Better To Be Loved Or On the page Feared (Chapter 17: On Cruelty or Mercy, and Which Is Better to Be Loved or Feared), he closed the book and laid it on the coffee table before he raised his eyes and calmly asked, "What is it?"

"The thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth floors of the Hydra Mansion are on fire, and the fire is not ......small," said Cloe Gaion, impressed by Napoleon VII's emotions, lowering his voice and calming down.

Napoleon VII bowed his head at Maurice who was standing at the door, and Maurice, who was wearing a tuxedo and combing his big back, walked to the wall and pressed the switch of the electric curtain, and as the light blue curtain moved to the sides, a 270-degree view of the city of Athens slowly appeared.

In the Presidential Suite at the King George Hotel, you don't have to get up on the sofa to watch the night of the thousand-year-old city through floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows.

Athens at midnight is like a sea of fireflies, and the romance is extraordinary.

Napoleon VII turned slightly and looked in the direction of Hydra, where smoke was billowing from the skyscraper that looked unmanned under the deep blue sky, and if you looked closely, you could see sparks drifting in the wind.

"Shall we send the 'Iris Squad' to intervene?" asked Clote Gayon in a low voice.

Napoleon VII observed carefully for a while before he withdrew his gaze, looked at Cloe Gaion, and said lightly: "It's not time yet, Cloethe." ”

"So we're waiting?"

Clote Gayon speculated on Napoleon VII's meaning with an ambiguous rhetorical question, to which Napoleon VII was noncommittal, pointing to the book he had just placed on the coffee table and saying: "I have just re-read 'The Prince' and have gained something new. ”

Cloe Gayon lowered his eyes and looked at the book on the coffee table, "The Monarch", which is listed as one of the ten books that have influenced human history on a par with the Bible and Capital, this monumental work written by Niccolò Machiavelli is a must-read classic for every political figure, and Clotter Gaion has naturally read it.

However, the book on the coffee table is obviously very old, the cover with the portrait of Augustus has been yellowed, and Cloe Gayon looked at the lower right corner of the cover and the signature of Napoleon Bonaparte, recalling His Majesty the Great Emperor, he couldn't help but say: "I remember that the historical materials say that His Majesty the Emperor regarded this book as a pillow book, and he would take it out and flip it through if he had nothing to do, but I didn't expect His Highness to inherit this habit." ”

Napoleon VII smiled and said, "I don't read it often, but I once read the notes of my ancestors, and he said that if you are in a different position, you will have a different impression when you read this book, so I deliberately turned it out and re-read it." I used to read "The Monarch" and thought it was just a collection of famous sayings and aphorisms, and some of the words were too alarmist, such as 'the people should be caressed, or they should be destroyed', and then I read more books and read more history, and found that this sentence also has its basis, although it sounds terrifying and chilling. ”

After a pause, Napoleon VII got up from the couch, walked to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the burning Hydra Mansion in the distance, and whispered: "There is another sentence in it, which I am particularly impressed, 'It is faster for people to forget the death of their father than the loss of their inheritance'." Niccolò Machiavelli believed that man is inherently evil, and his brilliant and caustic view of 'sexual evil' is implemented throughout the book, so he believed that the monarch must be more vicious and evil than everyone else in order to have a secure reign. My ancestors also wrote in the book, but what is interesting is that my ancestors wrote the life credo of the Duke of Talleyrand - 'To be good with others is evil, and to do evil is good'........" Napoleon VII turned his head to look at Clote Gayon, "What do you suppose my ancestors thought of the Duke of Talleyrand?"

Cloe Gayon was stunned for a moment, remembering Charles Maurice de Tagliorand-Périgord, France's most famous traitor, who betrayed Louis XVI to turn to the Republic, then to the Directory, then to Napoleon, then to the Bourbons of the Restoration, and finally to Louis Philippe.

It can be said that he is the only politician in this period of French history who has survived to the end of his life, and he has stood on the right side at every historical juncture. It is no wonder that French historians describe his entire life as "betraying those who bought him".

I thought that the Duke of Talleyrand was also Napoleon I's closest comrade-in-arms, and co-planned the "Coup d'état of the Foggy Moon", but finally betrayed Napoleon I and participated in the Bourbon Restoration.

Cloe Gaion inevitably associated Duke Talleyrand with himself who betrayed his predecessor, and he subconsciously thought that this was Napoleon VII's overly close beating of him and some capitalist new nobles, which made Klote Gayon Khan rain down, and he hurriedly said: " I don't like Duke Talleyrand's way of life, but I think it's a bit unfair to comment on Duke Talleyrand purely from the perspective of exhaustion and intrigue, think about the year he was promoted to a priest and shouted at the door of the church, 'You will regret letting me be a priest', the person who can say such things in a grand manner is certainly not a conspirator. Those who praise him will boast of his unparalleled foresight, an ability that I believe Duke Talleyrand possessed, but he is definitely not a prophet who knows five hundred years before and five hundred years later. He was just a clever man, a smart man who realized from the bottom of his heart that his personality was incomplete and his heart was broken, which is similar to what I experienced, so I know that I think it is very ridiculous to think that Duke Talleyrand is a model of 'Machiavellianism'. (Machiavellianism: A behavioral tendency of individuals to use others to achieve their own goals.) Machiavelli is the author of The Monarch)

Cloe Gayon vaguely showed that he was not a traitor, but he was insecure, but Napoleon VII only smiled, and he said lightly: "It is indeed a little difficult for you to interpret the Duke of Talleyrand from the perspective of His Majesty the Emperor, in fact, the ancestors have never taken the betrayal of the Duke of Talleyrand to heart, otherwise they would not have sent someone to find the Duke of Talleyrand during the Hundred Days of Reign, and asked the Duke of Talleyrand to turn around and serve him." Even in the last moments, when the Patriarch mentions the Duke of Talleyrand, he simply says, 'He betrayed the dynasty, the empire, the republic to which he swore allegiance, but never the French nation'......"

Clote Gaion was silent for a moment, and sighed: "How can ordinary people speculate on His Majesty's heart?"

Napoleon VII nodded, "This is also where I need to learn." ”

Cloe Gaion hurriedly said: "Your Highness is already one of the greatest people of this era!"

Napoleon VII wanted to get rid of this one, but he said with a wry smile: "Great? It's still far from it! Now I have gained a lot from re-reading "The Prince", and it is like talking about the succession of monarchs here, relying on old ideas and forces, so they often lack the ability to innovate and progress. It is impossible to understand the full meaning of this sentence without truly recognizing the tragedy of the Pahlavi reforms, the Zahir reforms, the Louis XVI reforms, and the reforms of Nicholas II. I didn't understand it that way, and I thought that as long as I was strong enough, I could promote reform, but now I still seem to be naïve....." Napoleon VII frowned and sighed, "Even though I have become a god general and have great power, it is still difficult to promote Europa's reform, and liberalism is too deep in the minds of Europa. (There are many types of liberalism, but neoliberalism and new liberalism are often confused.) Neoliberalism is called neoclassical liberalism. It's not neoconservatism, it's not neoliberalism, its main connotation is to oppose state intervention, support the free development of capital, and support global free trade. And neoliberalism is new liberalism, which appeared before neoclassical liberalism. The main connotation of neoliberalism is to attach importance to the right of human beings to develop freely, use public power to check and balance the power of capital, strengthen government supervision and regulation, and improve welfare. Neoliberalism emerged after the Second World War, a change in the capitalist world after a reflection on the causes of the Second World War and the threat of the Soviet Union. It is politically represented by the European welfare state. However, it was precisely in the 1970s that economic stagnation under neoliberal economic policies led to the rise of neoclassical liberalism. Neoclassical liberalism, politically represented by the economic and political reforms of Reagan and Thatcher, the globalization advocated by neoclassical liberalism led to the transfer of bottom-end industries, allowing many developing countries to rise. The current de-globalization is a reflection on neoclassical liberalism)

"Yes," echoed Cloe Gaion, "which is ridiculous that freedom destroys freedom. ”

"Klot, back then, I persuaded you that the times needed to be reformed, and at that time you were still the captain of the 'Iris Sword', and the establishment of such a powerful team as the Iris Sword by the previous god general was just an ornament, and you were indignant about it, saying that the Iris Sword was just a tool for the big men to show off, and they never intended to use this power, but only cleverly put taxpayers' money in their own pockets, and God Philip chose to turn a blind eye to this. That's why you chose to follow me. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. Cloe Gayon hung her head.

"Now do you think you're working for me or fighting for France?"

Cloe Gaion swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hunched over and whispered, "The two are not incompatible. ”

"Klott, you're just too smart. I'd rather you tell me out loud that you're fighting for France, so I'll be a little happier, and I want you to know that maybe I'm more open-minded than my ancestors, but I'm by no means a stingy person. ”

"Even so, I still insist that there will be no conflict between the two, because I believe in His Highness's original intention. ”

Napoleon VII gazed at the Hydra Mansion, and at this time the flames that had been raging on the ground floor of the building had risen high, and the entire bottom of the Hydra Mansion was ablaze, like a torch guiding the way in the dark field, and he whispered: "Even if I have done something that will cost many people their lives, even if I may be pointed at in the future, will you still insist on it?"

Clote Gayon looked up slightly in the direction of Hydra, and beneath the torch was a pitch-black slum where 700,000 people lived, but the power was cut off after ten o'clock, and it looked like a dark bath in the full lights. Suddenly, Cloe Gaion saw a faint fire in the bath, and his heart trembled, and he finally guessed what Napoleon VII was thinking, and finally knew why Napoleon VII said "it is not yet time".

A single Hydra mansion is not enough for the Athenian side to have no choice, nor is it enough to completely dismantle the Hydra, only the entire slum is in flames, and enough people die to bring the Athenian side to its knees and destroy the foundation of the Hydra.

It was also convenient for the Europa League to take advantage of this huge disaster to completely control the Athenian side.

But how many innocent people will be burned to death in a slum with no firefighting equipment and cramped houses?

Cloe Gaion didn't know how to answer, and a sweat fell down his chin and fell on the scarlet carpet.

Napoleon VII looked back at the silent Cloe Gayon and whispered: "Reform is a dead end, failure is only death, how do you choose?"

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With the help of Cheng Mo's super hearing, the team of five people evaded the search of several teams and reached the goal of the first stage - the sixtieth floor without danger.

When he arrived at the door of the security door, Cheng Mo did not choose to cut off the alarm device and open the security door, he had come to this floor to eat, and knew that the whole floor was an Arabic-style restaurant, and at the door of the security door was the elevator hall, and there were four cameras in the elevator hall. After a little thought, Cheng Mo called the fat man Eugene and asked him to stand on the stairs, while he stood on his shoulders and broke the wall in the center of the stairs.

Cheng Mo did not break through a whole brick wall at a time as if he was in prison, but divided it into nine pieces, and without making any sound, he made a large hole for one person to enter.

The fat man Eugene, who was standing at the feet of Cheng Mo, snorted and said, "Boss, I just said, I'm useful! Look at it, if I wasn't here, who would be able to provide you with such a long time?"

"Thank you. Cheng Mo said coldly.

"What's the use of thanks, come with some rewards!" said the fat man Eugene Tian shamelessly.

Cheng Mo felt that it was a mistake to take care of the fat man Eugene, so he kept silent, he climbed into the Arabic restaurant on the 60th floor with his hands on the floor, lying on the floor, carefully observed Xu Yu by the faint light, and found that this was a rather large box, without the existence of a monitor, so he turned back and said to everyone in the corridor: "You all step on Eugene to come up......"

Eugene, the fat man with his back against the wall, was a little confused, "FXXK.... They're all stepping on me, so what should I do?"

Cheng Mo didn't have the idea of teasing the fat man Eugene, and said lightly: "We're all coming up to pull you up!"

"I've got 120 kilograms, can you do it?"

"It's only one hundred and twenty kilograms, there are four of us, and it's definitely fine. Elite man Rektska comforted.

"It's only one hundred and twenty kilograms, Lekcka, you can't believe what you say!" the fat man Eugene was worried, but he had already put his hands on his belly so that others could borrow their strength.

Muhammad Owis stood guard at the corner of the stairs with a gun, and Sinclair was the first to go up, he stepped on the hand of the fat Eugene, grabbed the floor, and Cheng Mo pulled it, and entered the sixtieth floor, followed by Rektzka and Mohammed Oweis.

In the end, it was the turn of the fat man Eugene, and the process was more difficult than expected, Cheng Mo had to expand the hole so that the four of them could exert their strength at the same time to barely get the fat man Eugene up. After the incident, except for Cheng Mo, the other four people almost collapsed.

"Eugene, you liar, you definitely don't just have one hundred and twenty kilograms, at least one hundred and fifty kilograms!" Rektzka, who had fallen to the ground, gasped and cursed in a low voice.

"The last time I weighed in was definitely one hundred and twenty kilograms, if not, I would go to hell!" replied Eugene the Fat Man, who climbed on the couch and lay down.

"When was the last time you weighed in there? three years ago or five years ago?" said Rektzka scoffed.

"At the age of nineteen. ”

"How old are you now?" asked Sinclair.

"Thirty-two, I wonder if I should weigh myself up and celebrate my birthday this year!" said Eugene the fat man, triumphantly.

Rekska rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't lose weight, you'd better wait until you enter the coffin before you weigh yourself!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely die behind you, help you take care of your wife and children!" Fat Eugene replied unflinchingly.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a wife and no children!" Rektzka said.

"I didn't see that you were still one-handed like me, I thought that an elite like you must have lived in a big house, had a beautiful blonde wife, and two or three children..... said.

Rykska obviously didn't want to talk much about this topic, and turned his head to look at Cheng Mo, "I didn't expect Hydra's defense to be so lax, I thought it would take a bloody battle to get to the ninety-first floor!"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, and in order not to let the atmosphere be cold, Fat Eugene said: "Who knows! Maybe it's to put out the fire, and the people of Hydra don't have time to take care of us!"

At this time, Cheng Mo had already walked to the window, he was opening the curtains, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and looking down, the black smoke almost obscured all the vision, seeing that the fire was not contained, but became more and more serious, Cheng Mo was strange in his heart, he felt that the ability of Hydra to deal with emergencies was not so bad. He focused his energy on his pupils and looked down at Hydra, and suddenly realized that it was not only the Hydra headquarters Hydra Mansion that was on fire, but also the slums not far from Hydra's feet that were on fire in many places.

It's a bizarre sight, with the glittering lights of Athens in the foreground, and the Acropolis of Athens, with its ruined temple standing majestically on top of gently rolling mountains, looking back at the calm and wonderful deep blue sky.

Corresponding to this magnificent and beautiful poetic landscape is the cruelty of Hydra, where countless people are fleeing in the narrow alleys, like herds of wildebeests, desperately migrating across the steppes at every turn, their cries unheard but seen. Stampedes happen all the time, some people are sprinting, some people are falling.

Even if he can stand on a high place and watch from the outside, Cheng Mo, who has always been "cold-blooded", feels a little melancholy when he sees these hasty postures.

He didn't know if it was because of Xie Minyun.

At this moment, everything was as he wished, and the other party did take the opportunity to attack Hydra, and the way he did it was ruthless and bloody. His chances of survival were greatly improved, but he was not happy.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes and left that little kindness behind. Thinking that the judgment at the beginning may be wrong, such a decisive means may not be used, but more like Napoleon VII's plan, he lowered the curtain and whispered: "It's not that simple, someone is doing something to Hydra, and now the guards of Hydra have to guard against the opponent and put out fires, and it is normal for the defense to be lax." What's more, I asked Joel, and he told me that above the 70th floor and below the 70th floor of the Hydra Mansion are not the same world, and the guards above the 70th floor are much more powerful. ”

"Really, what does Hydra do above the seventy floors, and what are you saving when you go to the ninety-first floor?" asked Rektzka curiously.

Cheng Mo put down the curtain and said lightly: "I don't know what to do above the seventy floors, I saved my friend." Rektzka got up from the floor, and he walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked out, "Oh my God, it's such a big smoke!

The fat man Eugene, who was still dying just now, hurriedly jumped off the sofa, walked to the window with "knock, knock, knock", and looked out, "Isn't it?

Hearing the exclamation of the fat man Eugene, even Sinclair ran over and looked down. Cheng Mo left the window, he walked to the side of the box and opened a hole with the Seven Sins Sect, "I'll take a rest over there, don't come here." ”

The fat man Eugene turned around and said anxiously: "Boss, what are you resting at this time! If you don't act quickly, we really can't escape!"

"It's not time yet. After a pause, Cheng Mo said, "If you want to go, you can go first, I won't leave until forty-five minutes." With that, he swooped through the hole and entered another box, where he had to hurry up and use yoga to regain his energy and deal with the coming battle.