Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 49 An Eye For An Eye
In front of the French windows, the shepherd hung up the call.

"In this way, the tail is also cleaned up."

"The layout that has been used for so long is impossible to use again."

"It's a pity that part of the information was exposed to Chang Yesi's sight, and the code name has to be changed."

"It doesn't matter, the next game of chess for the organization is not in Daxia."

The gray-haired old man still has a straight back and looks like he is sixty years old, but he is well maintained.

He walked slowly to the chair and sat down. He rubbed his eyes, as if he was a little drowsy.

"It's time to move."

It's not that Chang Yesi has no masters...but he didn't show up.

Although Nanling City lost a lot due to accidents in the past few years, it will not become a soft persimmon that can be manipulated at will.

Before the other party completely decides to pull out his nail, he should leave earlier.

As long as the traces are completely removed, no one will know that they are the shepherds.

There are more than five running dog avatars for camouflage alone, and some of them are given to Chang Yesi for their achievements.

The old man stroked his hair, leaned on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and snored peacefully after a while.

however……

Only a few minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and two rays of light burst out from the depths of his eyes.

"Come in!"

The door more than ten meters away was pushed open, and a robust young man in a black suit approached and clasped his fists.

"boss."

"Send someone out to see what's going on!" the old man ordered, "You know what I'm talking about!"

"Yes!"

The footsteps of those in black suits quickly faded away.

The old man rubbed his eye sockets, his eyelids kept twitching, a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, there was a faint feeling... But the lackeys sent out must have died.

He subconsciously opened the collar with his fingers, and felt that his breathing was not smooth for a while, as if someone had strangled his neck with a silk thread.

But he can't leave here either.

This neighborhood is his property, his people are everywhere, there are people with weapons and fields... It is an absolute home field.

Abandoning one's home field because of some intuition is called stupidity.

But the intuition of the transcendent is often very accurate... His is not only intuition, but also a feeling, a burning sensation is approaching.

He had the illusion that the red-hot iron blade was shaking back and forth a few centimeters away from his back... as if he might be scalded at any time.

This uncontrolled feeling made him a little irritable, and he picked up the walkie-talkie after waiting for less than 3 minutes.

"Have you found out for me yet?"

"What's going on over there!"

blah blah...

There was a little electrical tone from the intercom.

"Hold on……"

A distorted and noisy sound came, accompanied by a violent vibration and shaking, and then there was a loud and noisy crackling sound.

All the noisy sounds completely disappeared in just ten seconds.

The intercom was picked up again, and plain words came from it.

"It can be said now."

The voice sounded through the walkie-talkie, giving the old man a phantom pain of being stabbed in the palm of a knife. No emotional ups and downs could be heard in the cold voice, as easy and cold as a sharp butter knife cutting through flesh.

"...Who are you?" The old man asked in a deep voice, "This is my home. It is a crime for you to break in like this!"

The other end of the walkie-talkie was silent for more than three seconds.

"You also... deserve to talk about the law?"

The other party laughed, and the faint laughter was full of absurdity and surprise, and even more hysterical madness.

"Stay right there, Shepherd."

"I'll come to you right away."

click!
Call dropped.

The old man slammed his fist on the coffee table.

His anger is multiple, because of the arrogance of the other party, and because his identity has been revealed in a single word, this kind of anger is actually mixed with fear.

As a shepherd who has been hiding for many years, when his code name is easily revealed with a single sentence, it is like an evil spirit who has not seen the sun for many years being dragged into the sun.

The spontaneous fear made the shepherd's eyes full of fury.

"Everyone obey me!"

His pupils lit up like a glowing red halo.

Through the network of spiritual power, the shepherd gave orders to all the lackeys under his command.

"Kill this man! He must die—!"

He put down the walkie-talkie, and even after giving this order, he still felt uneasy, so he stood up, walked into the indoor elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor underground.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, a huge roar that exceeded his expectations followed. The entire violent sound wave and huge vibration instantly knocked the old man to the ground, causing his head to bleed.

……

This place is a small suburban town in Nanling City.

In fact, it has already been transformed into a luxurious resort.

Shepherds earn money from their cattle and sheep.

His abilities are easy to use, and naturally he can easily control and concentrate the wealth of most people.

Therefore, in this small place on the outskirts of the city, there is a tall building with a full twelve floors.

The top of the tall building was made into a shape, which was a huge clock dial, and a figure crawled on the top of the clock tower.

Holding the sniper rifle in his hand, he turned on the infrared mirror and captured a single figure.

There was a faint turbid blood in the lackey's eyes. He held his breath, pointed the muzzle of the gun at a point in his sight, and aimed at the almost defenseless silhouette.

Just a second before his finger was about to pull the trigger, a certain dull sound made him distracted, subconsciously turned the sniper scope, and looked at an object emitting extremely high temperature.

It looks a bit like a car.

tank truck.

It's moving, but there's no one in the driver's seat.

And inside the body of the oil tanker, some kind of violent chemical reaction is taking place, so that the shell of its oil tank is bulging and cracking, and the blazing temperature reflects bright red high temperature in the infrared mirror... All of these Proving its dangers, it's like a fully loaded bomb.

The running dog reacted slowly, he immediately dropped the sniper rifle and was about to stand up, but it was too late.

The locked steering wheel of the oil tanker made it gallop forward, broke into the main entrance, and hit the main building sideways.

The violent collision sound was the first sound, followed by the stress of the shell reaching the limit...

explosion!

The dazzling light was lit up, and the whole night was illuminated for a moment.

It seems that a small sun has risen from the ground, but if you look closely, it is not the sun but a mushroom cloud.

The blazing heat wave rampaged through the interior of the building. Even a building with a height of twelve floors was still hollowed out by a fifth of its abdomen in an instant. The low buildings next to the tall buildings were even ignited by the flames. Cracking, countless gasoline and various soaps, sugar and other industrial products are undergoing violent chemical reaction, where the splashes are ignited wherever they fall.

The roaring shock wave swept across a radius of nearly a kilometer, flying sand and rocks, a dark mushroom cloud blowing from the cracks, and countless glass shards falling down, falling into the flames and melting into a transparent paste.

As for the people involved, there is no need to mention the fate of them, they will either be turned into powder or burnt into coke.

Is it better to live and be used as a tool to dry out the value and lose your life and lose yourself, or is it better to die in the explosion?
They chose the latter arbitrarily.

Because the former is not considered alive, but a walking dead.

It was as if flames from hell engulfed and burned the entire building.

Explosion is art.

The huge artwork reflects the flickering flames in the eyes of the editor of fate.

Looking at the large fireworks that took me an hour to prepare, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

He let out a contented sigh: "...It's so fucking decompression!"

(End of this chapter)