. At 4:00 p.m. in Moscow, Jisha, who was still wearing a white suit in a tabloid, looked at a report in his hand with an angry face. The night watchmen at the desks said nothing. The crowded office was silent for a long time. After a long time, a angrily shout broke the silence. Jisha could no longer bear the report and threw it on the ground and shouted: "At 7:00 p.m. a certain month, a violent explosion occurred in a small restaurant on AstraZeneca Street. A black man frantically grabbed a van parked on the side of the road and killed dozens of people.

The scenes are extremely bloody and terrifying. Is it a filming filming? Or is it a monster or a demon? A terrorist attack was suffered at 9 o'clock in the evening of a certain month. Three mummies appeared in the ruins. Is it a cruel method of terrorists, or is it a bloodthirsty demon lurking around us? You can see what happened? Why are there black men holding a van and smashing people and suspected monsters on the streets! Why are those dark alien territories actually attacked? Can anyone give me an explanation!"

A young lady from Jin said at this time: "This is also for those dark aliens to collude with those gangs to carry out terrorist attacks on us. More than a dozen places where we worked were destroyed last week, and Mut was seriously injured last time. If he didn't..."

She was interrupted by a sudden ringtone of cell phones. After hearing a few words, Jisha's face turned pale and crushed the phone, she trembled with anger and said, "That bastard Barence, the things he did a few days ago can be covered up, but now he actually asked someone to blow up Savron's office! He wouldn't stop until the worst of the matter. Ekiel, why don't you catch him back for me!" The night watchmen who were completely stunned below rushed out after responding, and then fell into a quiet room and only heard Jisha's sigh "ah..."

The tallest building in the Wall Street District in the city center: On the 34th floor of the Goethe Business Building, an empty conference room was completely decorated in the form of a banquet, with the embossed walls decorated with beasts, colorful balloons and ribbons tied to the crystal chandeliers on the top. The original round conference table was also replaced with several rectangular dining tables, filled with salads, roast gooses, caviar, steaks and other delicacies. Safron hugged and wore a white backless ceremony.

Hathaway was in a happy mood and danced tango. The two sides were filled with dark people. Azhi, who was not qualified to participate, also received an invitation because of his performance some time ago. They beat the beat and sang celebrating songs loudly. An old man with a white head in a black tuxedo held a violin and played a melodious melody. Amid the music, Safron and Hathaway danced more and more happily, revealing a touch of spring from under the flying dress.

Unlike the happy banquets of the sun guards, a middle-aged man on the 18th floor of the apartment building opposite the Goethe Business Building stared at the window opposite with hatred. A dozen fully armed mercenaries were making final preparations. The middle-aged man said to them: "You can just place bombs on the bottom floor after you sneak in. You must completely destroy that floor. Never enter more than 2o floors."

The mercenary who was debugging the infrared scanner said dissatisfied: "Barence, you are so verbose. It's right to have the goal on the 34th floor. In short, your requirement is to use blast to kill them completely. What if the monitor is managed in such an ordinary business building, it's just some smugglers and gangsters."

Barence took out a check from his pocket in the suit and lined up on the table and said, "Now I am the mission holder. I will spend money to invite you to come here for the complete mission. My mission is to place explosives on the fifteenth floor to completely destroy that floor. It's clear whether it's clear!"

"Tsk, what a troublesome old man." A black mercenary said unhappily. Although he was cursing, the life of mercenaries made them a little accustomed to these strange conditions. After packing up their equipment, they left. After watching these proud mercenaries leave, Barence whispered: "If it weren't for the contract, who would need you waste, and I didn't expect that this time would cause any losses to them. It would be good to make that old man lose face. If they were Savron and others, you mercenaries were not even qualified to be tortured."

A dark gray Lamborghini bat rushed past a crowded road, completely ignoring the lane change and traffic lights, and frantically shuttled through the traffic. Not only was the driving change in the car very nervous, but even the people sitting on the side were extremely nervous. If they didn't have time to stop Barence, everything would be over. This is not a joke. If it was the same as before, it would be fine. If it did not cause governmentalism, it would be fine. If the Japanese leader Safron's residence was

If he exploded, he would definitely declare war with the Night Watcher. The recent reduction in basic personnel has really suffered a loss. Savron would definitely not be the one who drove here. Thinking of the driver, the Night Watcher pressed the red button and stepped on the accelerator to the deepest. The dark gray sports car ignored the complaints of the traffic police and other drivers on the side. The rear of the car emitted a light blue flame through the intersections in an exaggerated manner. Although it was already so much, when they came to Wall Street, they saw only the dazzling fires bursting out from the tall buildings in the distance.

At the same time, in an apartment building near Lenin Central Stadium, a whirlpool of disaster and pain suddenly exploded. The strong fluctuation could no longer be concealed by anyone. Jisha, who was sitting in the office, felt his face pale in an instant, and his right hand loosened his coffee in his hand and fell to the ground...

On the 34th floor of the Goethe Business Building, I felt the violent explosion on the bottom floor and the spreading disaster fluctuations, and then pushed away the dance partner around me and said excitedly: "We have been waiting for too long. This moment has finally arrived. Now that contract can no longer bind us, and those night watchmen can no longer show off their power in front of us. I, Savron, declare war on the light aliens here! I will lead you to complete the unfinished war a thousand years ago, eliminate all light aliens to achieve the final victory, and we will be above the whole world!"
Chapter completed!