24 hours to save the world

No. 11 Wall Street, New York Stock Exchange.

Several huge electronic screens hang high above the hall, and the air is filled with the tense atmosphere that only financial elites breathe. Every trader here is dressed in a suit, tie, and meticulously combed hair. They hold tablets in their hands to record market fluctuations. Their steps are simple and brisk, and they walk in the hall in an interlaced manner, forming a financial network that ordinary people cannot step into.

As a trader, the most important quality is to be able to accurately grasp market fluctuations, analyze key nodes, and accurately seize every opportunity in the intricate intelligence information network.

"Hey, Arthur, you don't look very good. Didn't you rest enough yesterday?"

An Indian with a thick beard on his cheeks walked towards his friend not far away with a glass of water during the break and talked.

The Indian is called Akash. He is a cheerful person. He can always maintain a humorous and relaxed attitude in the slightly serious environment of the New York Stock Exchange. He is good at finding opportunities in the dangerous and tempting financial fluctuations. He has a keen grasp of information and is above average among all the traders in the entire hall.

His friend is called Arthur, a Chinese-American mixed-race, with thick black hair, blue eyes and handsome face. Akash was scared by this handsome man when he first met Arthur. It is hard to imagine that such a person would not become a star, but come to this stock exchange to fight.

However, such surprise disappeared completely after contacting Arthur. Because Arthur's performance was unexpectedly genius, as if he was born to be a trader, his business level easily surpassed him, a senior trader, in a short period of time.

Arthur was not easy to contact at the beginning, but Akash had a characteristic, that is, he liked to make friends. From the upper elite BOSS of the stock exchange to the street homeless wandering near Wall Street, he could chat a few words, so he also made friends with Arthur.

After getting in touch with Arthur, Akash found that although Arthur looked indifferent on the surface, he was actually patient and calm. He would not show any impatience to any question he asked, and would answer every question, even if some questions involved personal privacy.

Arthur's mood was very stable, and he never had an overly high or low mood. Akash had more contact with Arthur and knew that Arthur would never worry about something. He would appear in the trading hall on time every day with a fixed expression and demeanor, just like a robot without emotional fluctuations.

So in Arthur, any difference from the past was worth curiosity and questioning.

Although Arthur's expression did not change compared with the past, Akash could see that Arthur stood in the hall and stared at the electronic screen for much longer than usual. Arthur, who kept stopping, was more like standing and distracted than analyzing market fluctuations.

No one except Akash could notice this.

So he just came up and asked.

"What happened? You don't look good."

Arthur didn't respond to the question, so Akash repeated it again.

Arthur then retracted his gaze from the electronic screen, glanced at Akash, and then calmly swiped a few times on the tablet before saying, "Nothing happened."

"Is it really okay? Hey, brother, I just stood not far away and watched you for half an hour. You didn't actually analyze the market at all, did you?"

"Really... Then you are really idle enough."

Akash said proudly: "Learning to be lazy is also a skill."

Arthur glanced at the proud Akash, and suddenly said: "After today, I will not appear here again."

"What?" Akash was shocked, "Are you going to change your career? Where are you going to change jobs?"

"Nowhere, just not coming to work."

Arthur didn't explain too much to Akash, because he was a black soldier lurking in Wall Street.

Black soldiers like him are everywhere in Wall Street, hiding among various financial elites, controlling the economic trends of New York and even the United States.

And just this morning, he was just about to finish his day-to-day work at the exchange, but he was suddenly informed by the organization that the elite black soldier Apple Pie had made a big move, and it seemed that a large group of super soldiers were heading towards Wall Street.

According to the fact that Apple Pie had led super soldiers to attack the black soldier base several times before, it can be known that Apple Pie and a group of super soldiers were targeting these black soldiers.

The rebellion of an elite black soldier would have such a big impact. The mission of the elite black soldiers may be independent of them, but the amount of intelligence that the elite black soldiers have is incomparable to ordinary people. The fact that these black soldiers are lurking in Wall Street should not be known to others, but the intelligence that the elite black soldiers have is destined to make them easily analyze the facts.

In short, from the moment he received the notice today, Arthur knew that a battle was inevitable, and the ordinary daily life that he had gradually become accustomed to would also end today.

Akash's judgment was correct. He was indeed distracted, because since today's routine was about to end, there was no point in continuing to think about work. When he stood there, he spent most of his time thinking about the layout of Wall Street's buildings, his own movement route, the direction of the super soldiers, etc.

And ten minutes ago, he received a clear warning that the apple pie was about to arrive on Wall Street.

"Hey, brother, if you are indeed fine, then I am talking too much, so I will continue to work. The current market fluctuations are really annoying. If you have any information, please tell me."

"Akash." Arthur suddenly called Akash.

Akash turned back in confusion: "What?"

"Leave Wall Street now. This is my last advice to you, otherwise you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"Huh? What does this mean? Arthur... Hey, Arthur!"

Amidst Akash's shouts, Arthur walked away. He estimated that the time was almost up, so he left the New York Stock Exchange and walked to the street outside.

The streets of Wall Street are quite cramped. In this place where land is at a premium, the building layout is quite dense. This has resulted in the fact that there are almost no personal safe houses between black soldiers and black soldiers, and they do not need personal safe houses. Because the entire Wall Street is considered their stronghold, if a safe house is set up somewhere, then this safe house belongs to all the black soldiers on Wall Street.

Arthur walked out of the stock exchange and turned onto the main road. Within two minutes of walking along the street, there was a secret entrance mechanism at the entrance of an alley. As long as he pressed a specific brick, he could push the wall open and enter the safe house. There are no overly complicated agencies.

When Arthur came to the alley, he happened to meet a black soldier wearing a cap and mask.

Don't know.

This is normal, because even Arthur, a black soldier who has been lurking for many years, does not know the number of black soldiers on Wall Street. He only moves within a fixed range every day, so he may not know the black soldiers in other areas when he encounters them.

He could tell that the other party was a black soldier because of the pheromones emitted from his body and the direction in which he was heading. Like him, he was going to the safe house to get weapons.

But after entering the small room, Arthur noticed something was wrong.

The other party stopped and spoke to him: "Are you here to get weapons too?"

Arthur saw the other person's face clearly, it was a face he didn't recognize.

"Yes." Arthur walked up, his expression as usual, but his muscles were already tense.

"What a coincidence, so am I. It's just... I don't know how to trigger the mechanism. Can you tell me?"

When Arthur heard this, the floor tiles under his feet exploded in an instant, and his muscles tensed and released powerful kinetic energy, causing his whole body to turn into a bolt of lightning, and he arrived in front of the enemy in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, I don't even know how I was exposed."

The opponent easily dodged Arthur's punch, and the strong wind vibrated in the air, and then Arthur's hand was held.

"It's an elite black soldier!" Arthur's heart froze. The other party moved much faster than him. Before he could even blink, the other party took hold of his wrist like lightning.

Arthur ignored the held wrist. His sixth sense was violently erupting with death warnings. He immediately turned around and his whole arm deformed violently. Arthur only wrinkled a little. Brows, and then a close roundhouse kick reaches the enemy's waist and abdomen like a whirlwind.

But the opponent seemed to have expected it. He just jumped up and dodged his roundhouse kick in time. At the same time, he exploded with strong pheromones that were enough to destroy Arthur's pheromone field!

Arthur sensed the pheromones immediately, then made a judgment and blurted out: "No, you are not a real elite black soldier! Your pheromones..."

The enemy interrupted: "After all, it was forcibly catalyzed. It took the injection of medicine to barely reach the standard of an elite black soldier, but it is enough to deal with you."

The enemy once again punched at a speed that exceeded the limit of Arthur's reaction, but this time it was not blocked, but hit him in the chest. With just one punch, Arthur's chest collapsed, and most of the enemy's fist was sunk in. It hit the center of Arthur's chest.

Arthur was seriously injured, but he still did not forget to interfere with the enemy. A mouthful of blood turned into a blood arrow and shot into the enemy's eyes from his mouth.

The enemy once again showed amazing predictability. He tilted his head and shot a bloody arrow into the air.

"It's true, you guy, all your counterattack methods are predicted to death."

While the enemy was dodging, Arthur pulled back without changing his expression. His entire arm was torn off by the strong pulling force, but Arthur remained silent. After briefly pulling away, his legs gathered strength again. With strength, his eyes were fixed on the enemy's leg movements. When the enemy rushed forward while talking to himself, he suddenly rushed forward again, and the two sides quickly closed the distance to each other again.

"1.2 seconds...lower your center of gravity."

Arthur heard the enemy talking to himself, but at this time, his left fist had turned into a cannonball and blasted out, grazing the opponent's head. The enemy accurately predicted his attack.

"Take a half-step to the left and duck!"

Arthur reversed his steps and shifted his forward momentum. However, the opponent moved half a step to the side. It was this half step that exposed Arthur's next attack intention. In an instant, the attack had just begun. was forcibly contained.

The enemy laughed loudly and twisted his steps at the same time. He raised his leg from bottom to top like lightning. Arthur hurriedly tried to force his right hand to press down to block, but suddenly realized that his right hand was already at the beginning. He was torn apart by himself during the battle.

It was at this moment that Arthur failed to perfectly dodge the enemy's leg lift. With a bang, Arthur's whole body flew up, his jaw shattered, and blood spurted out.

The enemy took advantage of the situation and rushed in front of Arthur. Arthur had nowhere to use his strength in the air and his consciousness was briefly fragmented. He was unable to fight back. The next second, he was hit by a violent storm. .

Facial bones, sternum, ribs, spine, leg bones... all the bones in the body were broken by the violent blows in just a few seconds. There was an explosion sound in the whole alley. This was not really something that exploded. , but a roar that erupted when several consecutive blows came together in a short period of time.

"The last punch..."

The enemy's last punch hit Arthur's heart.

The fragile sternum could not withstand the punch at all. The enemy's fist directly pierced a hole in Arthur's body, and Arthur's body hung limply on the enemy's arm.

"Oh, does it have to be this cruel way?"

He shook Arthur's body away and sighed. The battle lasted only a short time, but the combat details contained in the whole process were deadly.

After sighing, he shook off the blood on his hands and pressed the headset communicator on his ear: "Safe House No. 1 has been captured."

Zhu Shijiu's voice came from the other end of the communication: [Good job, Xue An. Destroy the safe house within three minutes. 】