Yang Feixue ignored the hook-nosed white man and continued to look at Luo Changtian to speak.

"Anyway, this is for your safety, you better get out of here as soon as possible, and if you know any friends, take them away quickly, and take a few with you. ”

Hearing her say this, Luo Changtian was aroused by curiosity and asked, "What the hell is going on, you can tell me, maybe I can solve it." ”

The hook-nosed white man smiled disdainfully, looked at Luo Changtian and mocked: "Can you solve it?" Can you solve that damn Grim Reaper, or can you solve the matter of the suspension of the game?"

Luo Changtian didn't pay attention to him either, and continued to look at Yang Feixue.

The hook-nosed white man's face sank suddenly.

Yang Feixue ignored him, Yang Feixue's status in the organization was one level higher than him, and he was his boss.

But now, just a rich kid, or a rich kid from China, dare to ignore him?

These people are not simply Interpol, but the International Special Events Handling Bureau, which has a higher status than Interpol.

It is a special organization established by the joint efforts of the world's major countries, which ordinary people do not know about at all, and even ordinary officials, except for the senior leaders of several major member states, have no access to such an organization.

In normal times, when they carry out their duties, they only call themselves Interpol to the outside world.

But in reality, their status is several times higher than that of Interpol.

It is precisely because of this that many people in the organization have a natural sense of superiority.

The hook-nosed white man, is one of them.

After spending so many years in the International Bureau of Special Events, he has long developed a high-minded temper.

When he and Yang Feixue were dealing with this "terrorist attack" incident just now, they were holding back the fire in the F1 race and the organizers.

At this moment, Luo Changtian hit the muzzle of the gun again, and he decided that he must give this Chinese man who doesn't know the height of the sky a little bit of color.

Just before he could make a move, Yang Feixue scolded with a calm face: "Jack, what are you going to do?

Although the hook-nosed white man named Jack was very unhappy, no matter what, Yang Feixue was his boss, so he could only snort coldly and let Luo Changtian go for the time being.

Yang Feixue looked at Luo Changtian and said, "This kind of thing is originally very secret, but we don't have particularly strict confidentiality regulations, and if we can't stop it today, it will spread sooner or later, so it doesn't hurt to tell you the truth." ”

Then, Yang Feixue began to tell the story.

Three months ago, there was a terrorist attack in North America.

An explosion destroyed a theater and killed thousands.

In that case, the United States claimed that it was caused by a terrorist organization, and later destroyed the terrorist organization that was named.

But in reality, it was a man who called himself "Grim Reaper" who caused the terrorist attack.

This Grim Reaper can be said to be very arrogant, as if he knew about the existence of their International Special Events Bureau.

Before the explosion was made, an e-mail was sent to notify the International Bureau for Special Events Processing.

And three days in advance.

At that time, the people of the International Bureau of Special Events did not treat it as a malicious joke at first, but traced the source of the mail.

In the end, it was found that the sender and the address of the mail were in a small place in Africa.

The International Bureau of Special Events also sent a few more people to rush over for this purpose.

In the end, they really caught each other.

However, the owner of the computer and account is just a teenager.

Emails can still be seen in the sent record, but the other party doesn't know anything about it.

A special micro-expression master has observed that the other party is not lying at all, but really knows nothing.

In this way, not only did not let the International Bureau of Special Events relax, but made them more vigilant.

They have realized that this email claiming to blow up the theater is not groundless!

The senior management of the International Special Time Processing Bureau also showed that they paid very much attention to this, and sent many people to the theater to conduct various investigations and strict protection.

Not only the theater, but also within a radius of 10 kilometers, are undergoing strict road inspections.

On the day of the theater's performance, the security check was extremely strict, and almost all of them, from the waiters to the cleaners, were from their special incident handling bureau.

Even those spectators have to go through a strict body search when they enter and exit the venue, not to mention mobile phones, and nothing can be brought in except for clothes and things that are already on their bodies.

Under such strict protection, the people of the International Special Events Handling Bureau thought that they would be able to do well.

Still, I haven't let my guard down too much.

The show started quickly.

As time went on, it was calm and there were no surprises.

But!

At the end, there was a sudden explosion out of thin air.

The theater was destroyed.

Thousands of people inside, including dozens of members of the International Special Events Bureau, were all buried in it.

Afterwards, the guy who claimed to be the Grim Reaper sent an email arrogantly to mock him.

The original words are, you mortals, don't think about going against me, the god, otherwise there will be no good end.

Of course, the people of the International Bureau of Special Events could not swallow this breath and turned back on the spot.

So the Grim Reaper said he would make a bet that he would let the president of a small country die in seven days.

The time, the place, and even the cause of the death of the president of that small country, the Grim Reaper said it so clearly that it was like a prophet.

And also let the people of the International Special Events Handling Bureau deal with it to see if they can save the life of the president of that small country.

After that, after revealing their identities and telling the truth, the president of the small country obediently cooperated and accepted protection, whether it was because of the majesty of several big countries or for his own life.

However, this time, although the people of the Special Events Handling Bureau were very cautious, they didn't really think that the Grim Reaper could really do what he said.

Because in his email, the president of that small country would die of blood loss at five o'clock in the morning.

A group of people kept him in the room, and there was a special person to take care of him, without any sharp weapons, to prevent accidents.

But under this strict protection, the accident happened again.

At about five o'clock in the morning, the staff of the International Special Events Bureau, who was in the same room as the president of the small country, heard a scream in the bathroom.

When he rushed in, he found that the president of the small country who was going to go to the toilet slipped and fell to the ground, and by coincidence, his head hit the corner of the sink.

The blood gushes like a spring, and it can't be stopped.

In just a few tens of seconds, with a severe head injury and excessive blood loss, the president of this small country died before he could be treated.

Look at the time again, no more, no less, exactly five o'clock in the morning!

It's exactly the same as what the Grim Reaper's email said!