All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 142, the killing of flowing clouds and flowing water

"It's really courageous, I hope your death will not be too miserable."

Andreev drove a car and followed Chen Hao's car from a distance.

His heart is very entangled. On the one hand, he doesn't think that one person can succeed alone.

On the other hand, he didn't realize it himself. He had a kind of expectation in his heart, looking forward to a kind of miracle.

If it is really done, it will save them from fighting wits with Fobole.

The old-fashioned Volga sedan stopped directly at the door of the safe house.This will definitely arouse the vigilance of the people inside, but Chen Hao doesn't care.

Using an ordinary Nokia mobile phone, he dialed Ivan's number and said indifferently: "I'm here, listen to my performance next."

Ordinary phone calls are at risk of being monitored. Ivan on the other end of the phone did not make a sound. He put the phone on the table and listened quietly in the dark study.

Whether it is good news or bad news, he must be the first to know.

Putting the phone in his coat pocket, Chen Hao got out of the car.

Like a soldier going to the battlefield, he is fully armed.

The bulletproof helmet on the head is equipped with individual thermal imaging and night vision goggles. Enemies who can see in dark environments can be found as long as their bodies emit heat and hide in hidden corners.

Wearing a set of gold silk soft hog armor, and a body armor with steel plates inserted, Ak [-] bullets can't penetrate it.

Under the feet are the boots of quick steps to increase the speed of movement. After this set, the defense and dodge are full.

Equipped with a portable space full of weapons, if Chen Hao hadn't always kept a low profile, he could have yelled wildly:
"Who else?"

Carrying a Remington M870 shotgun, Chen Hao smashed the window with a single shot, broke through the window and went in.

Such an arrogant behavior naturally attracted all the agents in the building.

"Fake, he dares to come alone, alone?"

Scott on the third floor was already in the monitoring room when the Volga car parked downstairs, and found Chen Hao through the camera.

He didn't act rashly, he wanted to wait to see who it was and whether he had any accomplices.

As soon as the sprayer dried up and shattered the window, it invaded. This kind of operation really shocked him.

The previous waves of killers were not like this even if they were amateurs.

Scott picked up the walkie-talkie and informed his partner: "An enemy with a shotgun in his hand invaded from Room [-], kill him."

"receive."

The two agents guarding the room at the door on the first floor opened the safety of the pistol, looked at each other, and were about to open the door to make a surprise attack.

There were two gunshots, and the wooden door was smashed to pieces, and the agent who was about to pull the door was directly sent flying.

Just as another agent was about to raise his gun, a jet hit him head-on, and his head exploded like a watermelon, splashing red and white all over the room.

"Fuck, how did he know?"

Scott saw the brief confrontation just now through the monitoring placed in the corridor.

The enemy wore a wolf mask on his face, glanced at the surveillance probe, and blasted it with a spray.

Although he didn't know what kind of face was under the mask, Scott could vaguely imagine that it should be a mocking smile.

The sound of the shotgun is extremely dull, and the shotguns ejected are more deadly than ordinary bullets.

The agent who went down to the first floor through the stairs was shot down on the stairs before he could raise his gun.

The killings continued.

In the monitoring room, Scott's expression changed from disdain at the beginning to shock and numbness later.

He didn't know what to use to describe his mood, the enemy was like a prophet, the muzzle was aimed at the location where the agent was about to appear, and he pulled the trigger to spray bullets.

The agents under him were like fools, actively pounced on the enemy's bullets.

Scott's agents were certainly not fools.

They are all elites who have been secretly trained. They have successfully carried out many missions and sent all kinds of vicious criminals to prison.

So what's going on?

"No, he ran to the basement."

Scott couldn't sit still, and switched the channel of the walkie-talkie: "Inspector, an extremely fierce enemy has invaded. We have already killed four agents. He is heading to the basement where the vulture is."

"Got it, hold him, we're coming soon."

Paul beckoned his agents to speed up.

At this time, Chen Hao had already arrived at the door of the basement, and he knew that the target vulture should be inside.

And I also know that there should be three people inside.

This is not the credit of the thermal imager. What thermal imaging can do is to observe the heat source on the surface of the object through the smoke, and it cannot penetrate the wall at all.

Whether it was the miraculous prediction before or the determination now, it was the passive skill killing intent perception acquired last time, which made him feel the enemy who had the killing intent on him.

The obviously reinforced iron anti-theft door, and there are three enemies waiting inside, it is definitely not possible to force it.

Chen Hao took out a piece of anti-terrorist anti-terrorism special quantitative C4 explosives that had been prepared a long time ago, slapped it on the door, and then stepped back to the side to detonate it.

Accompanied by the roar of an explosion, there was a violent flame and an iron door flying out.

Taking advantage of the enemies inside not reacting, Chen Hao threw a shock bomb in his hand directly into the room.

Loud noises and strong flashes filled the entire basement.

Unprepared and exposed to such an environment, I felt like my eyes were about to go blind, and I felt dizzy and couldn't even stand upright.

Chen Hao knew well the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, so when he rushed in, he yelled wildly, and the two enemies guarding the door of the basement were beaten into a sieve in a daze.

And one more?

Sensing the killing intent in the closet, Chen Hao couldn't help being dumbfounded. Did he think that he could not die by hiding?
In fact, Vulture didn't think so much. It was his nature to be afraid of death. He asked his subordinates to resist, and hid himself to buy time. Maybe he could wait for Fobole's support and save his life.

Encountering other enemies might really allow him to achieve his goal.

Unfortunately, he met Chen Hao who could sense the killing intent.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Hao pointed a fully loaded spray gun at the wardrobe and sprayed wildly.

The steel balls sprayed out made a bunch of dense black holes in the solid wood wardrobe. People with trypophobia can feel sick at a glance.

Squeak, the closet door opened.

A bloody corpse seemed to be nailed to it, only the face was still clearly identifiable.

Before the operation, Chen Hao had seen his photo, so this person was undoubtedly the vulture.

Taking out his iPhone to take photos and uploading them, the rewards of millions of euros offered by the vultures on the dark web are not a small sum of money to him, and Chen Hao is reluctant to give up.

Now comes the second half of the plan.

Chen Hao carried the shotgun, walked out of the basement, and quickly went to the third floor through the stairs.

After killing two overwhelmed agents on the way, Chen Hao came to the monitoring room on the third floor through the information provided by the KGB.

Kicking open the door, he put on a flamethrower, sprayed wildly at the monitoring equipment inside, and instantly turned the whole room into a torch.

Even though he wears a mask to hide his identity, his height and shape, as well as his predictive style of play, still have very important reference value for a powerful intelligence agency.

Destroying the surveillance equipment that records everything is a very beneficial protection for his identity.

It's worth the extra effort for this.

In the room at the end of the corridor, Scott officially saw the existence of the enemy through the reflection of the glass in the corridor window.

He held a submachine gun in his hand, and it seemed that as long as he leaned out the muzzle of the gun, he could shoot at the enemy to solve the battle.

But Scott didn't do that.

Scott was completely terrified when he saw one subordinate after another being shot down by the mysterious enemy wearing a wolf-head mask on the surveillance.

He walked out of the monitoring room, instead of guarding the stairs, he went to the room at the end of the corridor to hide, because he didn't want to die.

He hasn't spent all his money, hasn't played enough with women, and has decades of good work to do, so why fight the enemy desperately.

Especially with an invincible enemy.

1 minutes has elapsed, Paul Inspector they should have come in.

That enemy cannot escape, so why fight him desperately?
"Well, why did the enemy come towards me? Did he find me?" Scott was startled, and even held his breath to reduce his sense of existence.

He tightly held the submachine gun in front of his chest. If the enemy really found him, he would have to fight desperately.

Chen Hao picked up the mobile phone in his coat pocket with his left hand: "You heard it, the vulture is dead, and eight of the nine people who protected him have died."

The call was in Russian, which the average Fobole agent might not understand.

But Scott is a Russian descendant of 90s immigrant bald eagles, and he understands Russian.

Scott said badly in his heart. He knew that he had been spotted, so he leaned out half of his body and was about to use a submachine gun to fight the enemy desperately.

It's just that the enemy is like the prophet he saw in the surveillance, the muzzle of the shotgun was blazing, and Scott was shot and flew out.

He couldn't figure it out until he died, how could the enemy accurately predict their appearance every time?

Is it really God?

Chen Hao is not a god. Forgiving the enemy is a matter of God. He will only pray for others in his heart: "God bless, Amitabha."

Whether it is the enemy in the East or the enemy in the West, everything is taken care of.

Putting the shotgun back into the space, Chen Hao said to Ivan, "It's all right now, they are all dead, I still have something to do, see you later."

After speaking, he put his mobile phone on the prepared drone and waved to the distance.

Andreev, who followed in a black car, trembled for a moment with the binoculars:

"What the hell, in 1 minutes and [-] seconds, he actually killed the entire building and appeared at the predetermined position."

After all, he was an experienced agent, and it took only a moment to feel shocked, and he quickly regained his composure.

According to the predetermined plan, use the handle to control the drone, take away the mobile phone that just ended the call, mislead Fobole's judgment and seduce them.

Seeing the drone fly away from the window, the part of the plan that belongs to Chen Hao has been completely completed.

Hearing the footsteps below, Fobole's support troops should have realized that something was wrong, surrounded the small building and chased after it, right?
For others, it may be difficult to escape the pursuit, at least they will leave more traces for Fobole to trace, and at worst they will die.

But what does it matter to him?
The skull ring on his finger shone with faint blue light, and before the enemy pursued them, a large living person disappeared out of thin air.

Less than a minute later, Agent Fobole, who came to support him, cautiously went up to the third floor in a search gesture.

Shock bombs and smoke bombs are two-pronged. If the specific location of the enemy is not found, the grenade may have already hit.

But these are all beauties flirting with blind men...all in vain.

After a quick search, it was determined that the enemy had slipped away. Paul was so angry that he was going crazy, and punched the wall with his fists, leaving bloodstains one by one.

"Fake, who can tell me where the enemy is? Is he a ghost!"

The target of protection died, and seven agents were killed. In the end, they didn't even know what the enemy looked like.

Paul could already imagine what would happen to him, and he wouldn't even have the chance of being transferred to Africa, suspended for review...or worse.

For the rest of his life, he would never even think about turning over.

The agents fell silent one by one, unable to do anything but chills down their spines.

It was like this when we came here, and the inspector didn't know how it got there, how would they know?

Except for the crackling flames in the monitoring room, the entire floor was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

"Whose phone, who brought the phone?!"

Paul is like a lion with red eyes and bared teeth, trying to vent his inner anger on the hapless guy.

But it wasn't long before he realized that it was the phone in his pocket that was ringing.

As soon as he got through, he yelled: "Fuck, you better have a good reason for calling at this time. Otherwise, I'll twist your head off and stuff it up your asshole."

Jack, who was in the intelligence department at this time, didn't know what happened here, let alone why his boss made such a big fuss.

Knowing that this was not the time to find out the reason, he immediately reported that they had intercepted an unfamiliar mobile phone and had just called Ivan in Moscow.

There were several conversations on the phone and bursts of gunfire. It was a very valuable target. I wanted to ask Paul to send someone to help track it down.

"Ghost, it's the ghost!"

Paul immediately associated the two things together, and ordered Jack to locate the cell phone, and he immediately led someone to chase it.

If the enemy leaves a trace of escape, it means that it is not a ghost.

It is a person, a person who moves fast and runs fast.

As long as this person is tracked down, captured or killed, everything can be restored.

I don't know why the enemy was careless, made a mistake that shouldn't be made, and didn't turn off the phone.

Through the positioning of the signal base station, Jack in the intelligence department quickly fed back the direction of the enemy's escape.

Several cars were carrying the spies, and they chased after them at a fast speed.

Paul, who was sitting in the car, was still uneasy. An enemy had killed seven agents. I am afraid that these people are not enough, so they have to ask for support.

Calls were made one after another, and all the staff of the Fobol branch in Kiev got up from their breaks to work overtime.

And Chen Hao, who created all this, has come to another world at this time, and continues to sell his arms.

(End of this chapter)