Overclocking Summons League of Legends

() Malcolmson slept in the bedroom for more than three hours. When he woke up, he found that his body was covered with bruises and there was a long knife wound on his chest. He shivered violently.Only then did he recall the moment when he was slashed, the sharp blade directly tore the jacket he was wearing, and cut open his muscular chest muscles.The rolled-up flesh showed a strange posture, and the slightest movement caused a heart-piercing pain.

Now he couldn't help but feel a little scared. A total of more than a dozen teams were dispatched for this mission.Less than half of the people are alive now, and cia has never encountered such a tragic loss.

Is there a ghost in the department?

Malcolmson broke into a cold sweat at the thought, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.The escape of Snow Light made the Ministry of Defense, the CIA, and the National Security Agency disgraced. The president who lives deep in the White House not only has difficulty explaining to the public, but also has to face the censure of his European allies.No one would have thought that such a small technical contractor would cause such a big disturbance. The key is that they still don't know how many secrets Snow Lamp has.

As if holding his breath in water, Malcolmson felt himself out of breath.The severe pain caused by lethargy came from his temple, which made him frown in pain.He pushed open the door, and it was a three-bedroom apartment.The family in the photo frame in the living room was smiling brightly at him, but now...

The blood stains on the floor were still wet, and there were already six dead bodies lying in the kitchen.

The family was lying with three Dongying people, blood was flowing wantonly along the floor, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

'3:[-] am,' said Malcolmson, glancing at the clock on the wall.It was raining heavily outside the window, and plastic bags flying randomly on the street could be seen through the glass.

Compared with those colleagues lurking in the street, he was undoubtedly lucky, at least he didn't need to be drenched in the rain to prevent Snow Lantern from escaping from this huge apartment building.

Hungry, he stretched out his hand to wipe the wound on his chest. The incision was not very deep, and the blood had dried inside and stuck tightly to his shirt.

His companion Walter was checking the weapons in the backpack. Two fn57 pistols were dismantled into parts, like chewed chicken bones scattered randomly on the table.

Walter picked up a bottle of water and handed it to him, "The net will be collected in half an hour, and the headquarters asked us to capture the target alive."

"Fuck!" Malcolmson yelled.This request is too much!The guys at the headquarters think this is Somalia or Libya.How could it be possible to take Snow Lantern out on the territory of the Huaxia people!

"Why don't you kill that guy, my vacation is ruined. You know I just came back from Libya last week, and I was photographed in Hong Kong before I had time to enjoy the sun in Miami Beach. Those sons of a bitch can't let people catch my breath."

Walter had a piece of bread in his mouth.The snow-white nail paint draws a smiling face on it.Dim sum with a childish twist is one of the foods prepared by the family. "Hey dude, stop complaining. It'd be a pain in the ass for anyone but us to have hordes of hungry wolves everywhere."

Malcolmson took a gulp of water.Wipe the water stains from the corners of your mouth with your sleeve.What Walter said is right, there are not only Americans but also Britons, Rakshas, ​​Japanese, and French here.

In short, the world's famous intelligence agencies have poured into this most prosperous city in Asia, in order to obtain the US state secrets in Snow Lantern's hands.

During this period of time, the agents of various countries really wanted to smell the bloody shark, and were attracted by the Snow lamp from all over the world. Their superiors ordered them to find the hiding place of the Snow lamp as soon as possible and bring him back.

And this person can't die!

Otherwise, it will become an excuse for other countries to accuse the United States of killing people and destroying peace.

Walter assembled the gun and loaded the magazine, and picked up a Japanese knife from the table.He whistled and struggled to read the words engraved on the hilt, "akazawa yoshiharu." The hilt was cylindrical, fitting in the palm of his hand, like an extension of his arm.

But this knife is not very suitable for Americans, Walter smiled wryly and changed the knife to his right hand.

"These Dongying people are quite courageous, so they lurk with a few knives. It's ridiculous, man, do you think they have IQ problems? But the knives are very sharp, um... I think they can split the air in half! "

Speaking of which, Walter made a gesture of swinging a knife, and murmured, 'Baga! ’ With one slash he chopped off a corner of the table.

"Oh ~ hoo ~ buddy, have you seen it, it's really neat."

Walter suddenly raised his head and said to Malcolmson, "I'll take this knife and kill everyone in a while!"

The movement of closing the knife was too big, and there was the sound of glass hitting on the table.

The glass full of wine was poured on the table, and the little remaining wine was poured on the table.The bright red wine was purple-black like blood, which was particularly glaring under the light.

Malcolmson walked to the table and lifted the overturned glass.This glass is not suitable for wine at all, it is more like a normal drinking glass.This room is full of traces of the owner, the two of them are at odds with each other, it seems that even the air is repelling uninvited guests.

"I said, can you stop doing this? The ugliness comes first. If this operation fails, we may be sent to the mountains of Afghanistan, where there are many terrorists waiting. If you don't want to roll in the dust all day long, you can Don't overdo it. God help, cold beer, sun, sand, and a chick in a bikini are all I fucking need right now!"

Walter listened quietly to Malcolmson's complaints. Although he couldn't see his eyes, he could tell from the expression on the lower half of his face that this guy was a little annoyed.He raised his head, just in time to see the moment when Malcolmson's lips opened, the light red sticky thing opened and closed up and down, revealing his white teeth, heralding that the prelude to the murder was about to begin.

He lifted the backpack at his feet and took out a small metal box from it.

"This is the equipment just issued. The bomb can be detonated through the remote control, releasing the power equivalent to the explosion of two tons of TNT in an instant, and the explosion radius reaches 150 meters!"

God, this maniac.

Malcolmson couldn't close his mouth in shock. This is too exaggerated. Is it going to blow up the whole building and even two blocks into ruins?

Walter puffed up his chest and said helplessly, "The above said...this is the last resort...it cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary."

God bless!Malcolmson was relieved. Fortunately, the people above were crazy, otherwise the two of them would have started the prelude to World War III.

"Then better not use it, Walter, listen to me. We're not the only ones fighting, and there's no need to hurt innocent people over a guy. I've seen blood flow too much, and I don't want to see it again... I'm tired of this kind of life. You have to think about little Tom, once it detonates... Even if we can escape, we will not return to the United States alive."

Walter also felt the same about these words, but... ordered... After a few minutes of silence, the tall white man seemed to have made up his mind, and put the lid on the box and put it back into the backpack.

He'd already decided he wouldn't do it anyway, and as for the orders, hell let them die!

Malcolmson grinned happily, such a crazy thing can't be done!

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went dark, followed by the sound of explosions, a series of explosions came from far to near like dominoes, and then all the sounds disappeared in an instant.

There was an uproar on the street, and even though the sound of the storm hitting the windows filled his ears, Malcolmson could still hear screams of different heights and lows.

"What happened!" Walter yelled into the microphone, but there was a sizzling sound from the earphones, "Damn it, the communication was disrupted!"

Angrily, he pulled off the earphones, reached out to wipe the fn57 pistol from the table, and stuffed another one to his companion.The two tiptoed and stooped towards the door.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion was close at hand, and the strong vibration made the walls of the room tremble, and large pieces of wall skin began to fall off from it.

"The m67 grenade belongs to us!"

Malcolmson reached out his hand to touch the doorknob, and muttered softly in the darkness. His ears were pressed against the crack of the door as much as possible. From here, the sound of someone rushing up the stairs could be heard, and the heavy footsteps beat on the heart like a drum. Come on, let his hands and feet get cold.

Just as Walter was about to say something, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and the open security door directly smashed Malcomson's head flat, and his face was immediately splashed with warm liquid.

A violent thunder flashed across, illuminating the whole room extremely brightly.

Malcolmson was lying at his feet, brains spilled all over the floor, and the blood splattered everywhere confused the entrance.A two-meter-tall humanoid monster appeared in front of him.

"My God!"

Walter screamed and pulled the trigger fiercely. The fn57 pistol immediately spit out bright gun flames. There was a deafening gunshot, and the bullet hit the monster at the door without missing a beat.

The dazzling sparks splashed, and the monster bowed its head and walked into the room indifferently.

Walter roared, all the muscles in his body tensed.Unbelievable, what the hell is this, he rolled over and got up like running into the living room.Just after taking two steps, I felt a pain in my back. I flew out and hit the wall hard.

The living room was in a mess. This 180-jin strong man overturned the table, smashed the sofa into pieces, and the sponge stuffed inside was torn into cotton wool flying all over the sky by the impact.

He felt that his ribs were broken into seventeen or eight pieces, and the bone stubble was inserted into the tender lung, and the blood spilling from his mouth and nose smeared a mournful flower on the wall.

Wang Hu pulled out the man embedded in the wall. The man's body was distorted out of shape, and his bones were smashed to pieces. It was his companion's corpse that caused all this.The two bodies are now tightly bonded together like a flattened patty, and they can no longer be separated from each other.

A few bullets did not cause much damage to Wang Hu, but completely shattered the obsidian shield covering the surface of his body.

All the way to this point, Wang Hu only took a few breaths. He threw the body on the ground, twisted the dagger in his hand a few times in the fuzzy rotten flesh, and walked out after making sure that his heart was completely shattered. door to the room.