Chapter 33:
Unfortunately, I need to be on duty at the office tomorrow, Cinco de Mayo, and the internet is down in the entire business district, so I'll just have to catch up on a chapter today to save me from not being able to post it at the office tomorrow.
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"Hello, is this the London Councils? Yes? That's great then. Well, you son of a bitch listen up, I don't care if you're in charge of this thing or not, anyway, you give me notice, tonight after we get off work, you guys go and fix that damn sewer at our front door, got it? What am I? Okay, okay, do I have to tell you what this son of a bitch is? All right, all right, I'm with Bond. Yeah, we're in the same department. Do you know where our gate is? Do you know where our front door is? Then that's great, after seven o'clock tonight, you guys mobilize your manpower to overhaul the sewer at our gate, I don't know what's wrong with it, but if the boss says there's a problem, then there's got to be a problem..."
With a 'bam' sound, Jester heavily hung up the pay phone on the side of the road and ran towards the white Rolls Royce where Yi Duan was, shaking off the rain from his body before getting inside. Yi Dust lit a cigar and handed it to him, "Done?"
Jester nodded and took the cigar and took a hard drag, "Yes, boss, it's done. Those sons of bitches won't have the time or the guts to check out the evidence, MI6, it's not something they can afford, they'll send someone to check it out, and our guys can go in make-up after they've gone. It's six o'clock sharp now, boss, we need to get ready too."
Yi Duan nodded and said, "Today is a rainy day, just right for killing, in that case, less blood will be shed. MI6 doesn't deploy heavy weapons on weekdays, right?"
Kane, who was sitting on the side, nodded, "Yes, boss, they only have a few segmented submachine guns at most, they are a secret service, not the military."
Easy Dust smiled up, "Very well then, is the rest of the place ready?"
Kane smiled up, "I found a couple of bold guys and paid them enough to create a mess and launch at precisely seven fifteen."
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Yi dust looked at a table, hot said: "this night, do not need to cover up what, small family hair quiet their own all power to come. Kane, don't show mercy on your hands, Minghei?"
Kane nodded: "I never show mercy, my enemy, now are dead."
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At six fifty-five, two municipal maintenance vehicles ran up to the gates of MI6, and a couple of agents came up to them, questioning them loudly, "What are you doing here? Why are you lingering here?"
The maintenance shift leader, who was forced to work overtime before work, yelled up at the guys, "****, what are you doing? You're overhauling a live sewer line at the request of all of us, okay? We can call and get in touch with your head, ****."
A couple of agents dialed the number of the City Council's subordinate department, and after receiving a positive answer, inquired about the maintenance team's number and name, and after carefully surveying a few of the workers' badges, they slowly backed away and waved their hands to indicate that they were ready to be inspected.
A group of disgruntled workers examined the upper waterway, did not find any small problems, and did not say hello to the agents, directly shut down the car and left. An agent wearing a gray trench coat said with the annunciator: "All right, it's okay, they're gone, look at the waterway in front of your door Mr. Everything is out of order. Who told them to overhaul it?"
Two more overhaul vehicles drove by and one of the agents grumbled in a low voice, "Duty room, keep an eye on the neighborhood, we'll go check it out, two more vehicles are coming, damn it, one maintenance team just left, what's another one doing here? These City of London civil servants, they should all be arrested."
A few of them came forward again, Kane in a narrow set of thick light yellow uniform had climbed up from the front of the car and yelled at a couple of the agents, "Aha, pro-hate Mr. James Bonds, we bad ah? ****, our sewers are actually this congested? ***, those buddies couldn't handle it, told you guys to fix it with a new type of machine."
A few agents shook their heads helplessly and muttered, "****, do you have to use high technology to repair the sewers now? The world's technology is really advanced." One guy turned back and made a gesture of everything, a few cameras aimed this way shifted their direction, and a few agents also watched as Kane turned towards the main entrance foyer after they set up a warning sign on the road.
One of the agents suddenly looked back, "The hell with it, these guys are wacky, one of the convoys behind them just went by in less than an hour, are there no pit stops in your neighborhood? How come you never heard of it from going."
He didn't get a chance to voice his question, a sharp dagger gently sliced his neck.
The rain on lightened, rinsing away these blood stains at the doorway, and the bodies of several agents were carried off the front of the overhaul van in a slow motion. Kane glanced at the cameras, gestured heavily, and his superiors peeled off the iron lid of the waterway and retreated with a feigned stab at a rubber hose.
The moon was dark and windy, there were very few vehicles on the road, and far away, a few warning signs for municipal emergency repairs had been placed, and vehicles were detoured off the road.
A few agents in the duty room hit off the cold cup of coffee, comfortable sip said: "Ha, look ah, your unlucky colleagues where outside? This kind of weather they still have to be on duty inside, fake or not enough to choke. Oh, they have shrunk back to the small hall to hide from the wind and rain to come, if the chief is here, sure to teach them a lesson."
Another older-looking guy shook open a newspaper, concentrating on it to find the gossip news that interests him, not caring to say: "Forget it, the chief is not here, we are all colleagues, who knows if we are unlucky next time, go out in this kind of weather? Enough is enough, God forbid, it's going to be another wonderful day tonight."
As Kane and the men continued to scramble through the small doorway, Kane surreptitiously retreated into the compartment, stripping off the yellow uniform underneath, revealing the pressed gray dungarees on the outside, and draping a white trenchcoat over it as he went along. A dozen or so similarly dressed subordinates followed Kane, avoiding the cameras in twos and threes, and retreated privately into the small doors of MI6.
A chick on duty in the lobby put down the phone in her hand, glanced at Kane and frowned, "Which section are you from?"
Kane walked over and looked at the big chick with a smile, a charming smile on his rugged but whether handsome face, and unintentionally and intentionally put his hand under the big chick's hand and said, "You? Oh, pro hate, whether you to the Li Xing Jing department..."
Before the chick could react to the question of whether or not the external operations department was a little too general, an equally slender but scarred hand had crushed her neck and casually shoved her body under the desk. Sally sat down indifferently at her desk and opened a newspaper.
Kane and the others formed into a few large groups, taking small steps towards the interior of the building, looking for that passageway to the heavenly chamber. They didn't have any information about the building, only what they could find.
Yi Chuan and the others were already in full black tights and hoods, and they quickly invaded from the top floor. Yi dust's god idea quickly scanned the surrounding situation, he had seen Chekov, but did not know how to reach that room, the building was too big, and the road was too complicated, Yi dust did not know how to go down.
Kane they reached behind an iron door, the door lock denied the rare code locks of the sub gold, the iron door cha bad stopped live the corridor. Easy dust in the headset outside yell up: "Kane, along this outside up, yes, well, then before turning left, on whether that the live descending elevator, you found. Slow down."
Kane took a few steps back as a subordinate came up carrying a metal container the size of a five pound hot water bottle, lifted open the top and carefully dumped liquid nitrogen onto this combination lock. Accompanied by a few metallic crunching sounds, the piece of alloy fell to the ground in pieces, Kane straightly pulled open the iron door and walked in, the micro-sound submachine gun in his hand shot the oncoming five agents into a sieve, and the subordinates who followed up from behind supplemented a dagger on their necks one by one.
Yi Chen and the others had already swept up to the door of the duty room, Phil blasted out with a punch, a giant air vortex appeared behind his fist and gently slammed under the steel door behind his face. With a sound, the steel door turned into thousands of pieces of iron and flew back, beating the agents on duty outside to the point that their bodies were covered in plasma, and those surveillance instruments were all turned into waste, sparking one after another.
Phil's punch had emptied the air around him, so not a bit of business went out, but then the overflowing strong wind made a whistling sound inside the corridor.
Inside those nearby doors, a couple of guys poked their heads out and one guy cursed, "What are we doing? Making so little noise." The foremost shot they saw, no two black lights shot past, in the black light, there were several silver stars splashing, along with the former, no permanent white darkness.
Jester wielded two dragonslayer daggers, easily cutting off the necks of these agents, along with Phil and Gore killed down the corridor.
Yi dust and Phil walked back to the duty room, Phil's hand waved, the crystal bead flashed, a trace of cold air wrapped down those surveillance instruments, metal explosions sounded in succession, all the disk backups were turned into waste.
Yi Chuan looked at his watch, "Seven o'clock fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Has it started?"
Inside, the sound of huge explosions was heard from afar, and thirty less explosions went off simultaneously in the London city area. The attackers didn't go after civilians, they targeted police parking lots, fire department garages, and so on. Sirens blaring, a police car together with some security department personnel slowly went to the scene of those explosions.
MI6 people also heard the explosions, they dialed Scotland Yard's phone: "What's going on? A terrorist attack? We have no intelligence at all."
Velan answered them nonchalantly, "****, whether or not by the time our intelligence arrives, Heckingham Palace will have been flattened. We're a bunch of losers." Velen scolded the MI6 agents soundly for a while, and then thought worriedly, "It's not that Chinese guy, is it? I don't think so, he doesn't have that kind of power."
MI6 people were about to contact their own people, suddenly realized that all their wired phones were disconnected, they ** sensed that something had happened to their headquarters. Following a few emergency corridors, the agents who were still working overtime at the headquarters drew their guns and dashed to the data room, which was the most important place in the headquarters.
Some departments that were configured with no light weapons opened their arsenals and pulled out their capable weapons. Kane's estimation was a little bit wrong, these agents had no light weapons like grenade launchers in their arsenal.
Kane and his men swept along, following the road map given to them by Yi Chen, and arrived outside the room where Chekov and his men were being 'interrogated'. Several of David's direct subordinates opened the door to the room and rushed out, raising their pistols and shooting. Kane met them alone, the bullets hit Kane's body, but they all bounced back, Kane directly broke their necks with his hand, then one of Kane's subordinates kicked open the room where Chekov was.
Jester cha bad rushed over, saw the scene of Kane gear bullets, muttered: "Next time you say Kane no more than three times the muscle strength of normal people, see go you overestimated him, at least no twenty times ah, this son of a bitch, has been retaining the virtual power. Should live Kane, you must find a chance to quiet fists with me."
Kane looked back at him and nodded, "All good?"
Jester tsked a few times and said, "Of course it went well, oh hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, is this an interrogation?" Jester's unsavory eyes looked back down the small door, and Kane looked and froze.
Chekov's body, is lying an extremely beautiful chick Madely, and next to it, that Chekov requested female agent Eliza, is full of panic looking at the subordinates of Kane who broke into the door.
Kane raised his gun and shot Eliza and Madely in the face, rushed back out of the room, and pulled Chekov to, "Slow down, slow down, you're leaving."
Chekov cried out in surprise, "God, damn, you guys are just a little bit cuter than God." Kane hammered him in the hand, "God's a piece of shit in your mouth, are we just a little better than a piece of shit? Come on, come on."
Chekov simply pulled down a pair of underwear and idly rushed out of the room, seeing Jester and screaming up in joy, "Oh pro hate, it's just so badass that we can go save you."
Kane's subordinates had already pulled Chekov's group of foxy friends out of a couple of the side rooms, and a couple of the guys, all dressed only in their underwear, and Chekov gave each other a high five and greeted, "How's that chick of yours?" "Very loaded, just a little smaller boobs." "Mine's nice, big boobs...."
Kane interrupted the discussion of this group of good sticks and flew slowly, "Gentlemen, go slowly, big heartedly waiting on the British government out of the quiet army to deal with you."
Easy dust in the headset inside the command to, "attention, a lot of them went to a room outside, well, is the information room, must destroy there, Jester, you go to support Phil and Gore, Mr. Kane, take those bastards away, the back of the river, two speedboats are ready. Goddamn it, don't they have any clothes on? Forget it. This rain won't kill them. Let's go. I'll show you the way. Well, the second corridor ahead after Jester goes up and turns right, then down the stairs, all the way down...."
Easy dust and Phyllis stood under the roof of the MI6 headquarters, Phyllis was nearby to protect the law, and Easy dust was gazing and sensing everything that was happening inside the building on his feet, giving the most detailed and coarse on-site command. From the effect to say, the ugly country people's Battle Sky information sharing system, compared to what Yi Chuan did at the moment, are not a big witch to see a small witch.
Jester rushed towards Phil and the others, and the three of them met at a stairway, then rushed towards the data room, which was already filled with agents. Kane and the others, on the other hand, reached the river behind the building largely unscathed, boarded a speedboat and sped away.
A group of overtime civilians hurriedly poured out of the building towards the small door, with no more than a few of them carrying handguns.
A woman suddenly pointed at Sally and exclaimed, "You're not on duty tonight, I personally arranged for the duty officer, you can't hide from me."
This old man is still showing whether she is a little wise, a little capable, Sally has been hot indifference to pull out their own weapons, imitation of the m-series submachine gun, after some of the white road under the transformation of the low hand of the military, firing 11mm caliber armor-piercing bullets, the use of two hundred rounds of bullets drums, false in the whether the murder and arson, lawlessness, or not white gangs to compete for the sky plate of the necessary weapons.
Sally pulled the trigger, less than twenty meters away, armor-piercing bullets played a powerful killing force, as if cutting wheat, the group of unlucky people fell down. Sally stood up, and slowly retreated towards the gate, a group of agents had already turned around and rushed over at the sound of their voices, and intensive bullets were fired at Sally. Sally used her instincts honed in the jungles of South America and practically plowed through the bullets, retreating quickly towards the two service vehicles.
The side of the maintenance car facing the small door suddenly collapsed, each car set up three 20mm light machine guns, 'when when when when' horrible sound, MI6's small door wall under the sea bowl of small pieces of cement fell, those rushed out of the agent's body through a bowl of small holes, the body seems to be like a falling leaf as flying out. The bodies flew out as if they were fallen leaves.
A few police cars approached, the heavy machine guns turned their muzzles and opened fire on the police cars. Sally crouched on the ground, aimed at the drivers of the police cars and pulled the trigger. Sally killed the drivers first, and then a storm of 20mm bullets made those police cars explode merrily.
Phil and Gore, carrying their respective swords in their hands, sent out their superpowers, and at the same time, they hurriedly operated the weak pseudo-metal power in their bodies, as if they were two tornadoes rushing over.
The two swords of Brahma Scorch suddenly emitted red flames more than two meters long, and in the envious eyes of the Jester, these flames formed themselves into two lion-like monsters, whistling and pouncing out. Those agents with modern weapons looked as if they were having the most bizarre nightmare of their lives, watching this surreal scene, followed by their own bodies turning into ashes in the heat of tens of thousands of degrees.
While Jester enjoyed the searing coldness of the air, Phil and Gore were pointless in their dislike of temperatures that were too low. Jester shook his head and said, "Ground, if it wasn't for the fact that you're too big, you'd falsely want to trade weapons with us."
Gore looked at the small dagger in Jester's hand and then at his large fist and shook his head, "In another life." Blasting open the door to the data room with a single punch, the three rushed in, selecting the boxes of files marked top secret to open, and after taking some interesting documents, fire-burned everything inside.
Easy dust on the withdrawal into the order: "everything went well, all withdrew into, those two cars for you to throw away, if we can not afford to give up the following weapons, give us five hebdomads of time to smash them back to MI6. Brothers, close end it."
Because of Yi Duan's last order, the next morning, The Times and some other heavyweight media disclosed photos of MI6's headquarters collapsed in half.
Naturally, those spokespersons again attributed this to some terrorist organization's retaliation against the United Kingdom, with only no less than a few people having a small idea of what the root of the problem was.
After returning to his lair, Yi Duan told Kane to give Chekov a hard beating before handing him a gold card and saying softly, "Chekov, you almost got us all in there with you, you know that?"
Chekov cried out in pain, "Boss, I'm sorry, don't kick you out, you definitely wouldn't have made any more claims on your own before."
Yi Chen puked at him, "Damn it, why would I kick you out? I still need you to decipher the password of those credit cards for me. ***, give you half a year, you give me to go to Japan on vacation. I'll change your identity and come back when it's all over. Understand? In Japan, don't get into trouble. You say it's paradise, so you can go and have fun with the girls. No you're not allowed to mess with the gangs over there, understand?"
Chekov flew slowly hugged Yi Duan's calf, said with a smile, "Ah, pro hate boss, the lower empire is only worthy of licking your feet, I fake no the savior of mankind, ah. This gold card inside no less much money?"
All the people present showed a look of not daring to appreciate, Yi dust helplessly said: "Well, well, I advance a part of this time's dividends to you, ten million dollars, can overdraft up to fifty million, I think Japanese prostitutes will not be ten thousand dollars a time, right? Enough for you to get away with."
Chekov laughed up low and excitedly, not caring about the pain under his body that had just been taught a lesson by Kane, and asked Yi Dust, "Boss, what about those fellows of yours? You can't afford to part with them."
Yi Dust thought for a moment, "Okay, okay, give them a sum of money, let them go back to Russia, remember, you tell them, don't leak any word, otherwise, they will be dead. You still have an hour, Chekov, the nearest flight is about to take off, give you an hour to explain things to them, and in the meantime, tie up your clothes. You ****ing actually ran out in a pair of underwear."
With a face full of iron, he looked at his headquarters, which had been almost leveled to the ground, and Yoshinori Kobayashi said fiercely, "You know whether or not who did this, and no one but him would do this.... Chekov is missing? Well, then, his boss must know certain information.... You're sure..." He was too careful not to let the people next to him hear him talking to himself, if he could catch this 'terrorist Hopper' who deserved to live, could it be a small credit, why should he let someone else share it?
