World Bank Building.

Second floor.

Dang, Dang, Dang—!

There was a crisp sound of metal collision.

Several gas tear gas canisters were thrown into the lobby of the VIP area on the second floor, and white smoke instantly enveloped the entire hall from bottom to top.

The security guard on the second floor, who had received the alarm early, activated his ability to try to blow away the smoke. An iron ball the size of a pigeon egg was thrown from nowhere and instantly hit his temple, and then he fell straight to the ground.

In the misty smoke,

Several figures walked up the corridor, carrying hot and cold weapons such as sharp knives and submachine guns.

The leader, the man named Shura, was playing with several iron balls the size of pigeon eggs in his hand. With his other hand, he took out his mobile phone and took a video of the chaotic second floor as before.

Shura narrowed his eyes slightly and said solemnly, "The power supply to several elevator lines in the building has been cut off, but the backup power supply will be activated soon. The direct descendants of Tianhu Bart's family will appear. The time left for us is about

It’s only five minutes, maybe less, so I won’t talk nonsense.”

"Three o'clock."

The man raised three fingers and glanced at the people around him, "The World Bank has public areas below the tenth floor, but our goal for this operation is only to break through the seventh floor. Second, third and fifth, you go to the third and fourth floors.

, Old four, old six, old four, you go to the fifth and sixth floors, the others will follow me, jump out of the window and evacuate immediately after completing the task, there will be people below to help."

"Second, don't fight when you encounter a target. Our goal is just to 'attack' the World Bank."

"Second, anyone who meets someone from Tianhu's Bart family in advance will report their specific location in their voice message as soon as possible."

Finished at three o'clock,

The man's gaze swept across the crowd.

Everyone, whose nerves had been tense since entering the building, suddenly became excited and immediately began to move separately.

Shura didn't stay long on the second floor.

At ten o'clock in the morning, places like banks have just opened. Even in the VIP area, except for the staff, there are no customers coming to the door at this time - the real big customers only pick up pretty girls at three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

He walked in with a lockbox and a cigar in his mouth.

The client hasn't gotten up yet at this time.

However, this also reduced a lot of unnecessary trouble for their attack mission.

Shura squinted his eyes slightly, and the muscles on his body bulged slightly, visible to the naked eye, and then suddenly stopped playing with the iron balls in his hands that were the size of pigeon eggs.

The next second, he was like an ape holding a handful of stones, suddenly straightening his arms and leaning back slightly!

Tsk!

The man's right arm pulled out an afterimage in the white mist, and the iron ball the size of a pigeon egg in his hand shot out with a roar.

Immediately afterwards, there was an unexpected scream and the sound of shattering wall panels in the misty smoke on the second floor, and it seemed that even the white mist was dyed with a touch of blood.

"Let's go."

Shura looked at it a few times,

He turned around and walked out.

Is this the end?

The few members of the Chasseur Regiment who stayed beside him looked at each other, once again astonished at the strength of this boss.

at the same time,

They also had some doubts in their hearts.

The outlaws who join the Chasseur Regiment each have their own past and difficulties?

And why did the man in front of him, who was as powerful as an eighth-level demigod, join an organization like the Chasseur Regiment?

No one knows why.

I was stunned for a moment,

Everyone quickly followed him.

"An eighth-level demigod master? Interesting."

Francis Bart, the third generation descendant of Tianhu's Bart family, left the hot spring treatment floor with a smile. Shi Shiran walked downstairs wearing a bathrobe and slippers, carrying a large sharp knife hanging on the wall like a handicraft.

Before the invading Jaegers had time to cut off the power to the elevator, he had already taken the elevator to the eleventh floor with great interest.

Things like robbing a bank.

Sure enough, it is more interesting to be there in person.

But if you go further down, it will be the "untouchable" area in his eyes in the past.

On weekdays, even if Francis Bart leaves the World Bank Building and goes downstairs, he takes the elevator directly to the basement.

There is no interaction with those untouchables who are greedy and stupid in his eyes, as if they are living in two different worlds.

But today,

When the elevator stopped at the eleventh floor and could not go down.

Francis Bart was startled for a moment, then a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He then walked slowly down the stairs along the fire escape with the large sharp knife that looked like a handicraft.

My father often says that I am a waste.

But if he could kill these intruders in advance before everyone could react, wouldn't it prove that the children in the family were even more useless than he was.

When I think of myself saying this,

His father, Yavuz Bart, the next head of the Tianhu Bart family, looked like he was speechless for a moment, and the smile on the corner of Francis Bart's mouth suddenly became a little stronger.

But when he entered the tenth floor along the fire safety passage, he found that the tenth floor was quiet.

There were only a few security guards with guarded faces and some indifferent staff, who seemed to be on guard but not too worried.

Think about it too.

The place where they work is the World Bank.

The basic industry of the Tianhu Bart family.

Don't look at those intruders who breached the public area downstairs of the World Bank Building in such a short period of time.

However, once the behemoth machine of Tianhu Bart's family really starts running, even those intruders with eighth-level demigod strength will be crushed to pieces in an instant.

It's just a matter of time.

At this moment, I saw Francis Bart walking downstairs wearing a bathrobe and carrying a sharp knife that looked like a handicraft.

Several security personnel were stunned for a moment. After reacting, they quickly ran over, bent down and said awkwardly, "Young Master, why are you here? I'm sorry to frighten you. The problem downstairs will be solved soon."

"Scared?"

Francis Bart shook his head and said with a half-smile, "Would this little thing frighten me in your eyes? It seems that my reputation within the family is not generally bad."

As soon as these words came out, several security personnel immediately looked at each other and quickly lowered their heads slightly, not daring to say anything more.

However, the person who just spoke seemed to catch a glimpse of light out of the corner of his eye.

My heart was suddenly startled, I raised my head, and my eyes suddenly showed a look of disbelief.

But it's too late.

Tsk!

The sword flash was as fast as lightning and disappeared in an instant.

The security guard still stood there blankly, and the people around him didn't realize what happened.

It wasn't until he raised his head that he realized that a blood arrow shot out like a water gun, splattering all over the pure white stone pillar in the middle of the hall.

Francis held a large sword decorated with green shells and mother-of-pearl, which looked as gorgeous as a work of art. He gently flicked the sword to shake off the blood attached to it.

He said with a half-smile:

"This knife was given to me by the old man on my tenth birthday. It is one of the twelve great swords. The Tianhu family has a total of two in their collection. One of them is the one I have named [Dragonfly Cut].

This knife is said to be able to cut a dragonfly in half if it lands on the blade."

"Tsk tsk tsk"

The man sighed, chuckled and said, "But in this damn Shangjing, I haven't seen a dragonfly for many years, but I just saw a fly sitting on his neck."

Francis Barth's words stopped abruptly here.

The implication seems to be: I cut up a fly and accidentally killed someone. Is it reasonable?

hiss-!

Everyone suddenly took a breath of air,

My heart felt as silent as a cicada.

Although I have long heard that the third-generation young master of Tianhu Bart's family is a playboy, with a violent and moody personality, and is not very popular within the family.

I didn't expect the other party to be so violent.

When there were intruders downstairs, they actually killed their own people so ruthlessly. This made them feel chilling.

But the heart is cold and the heart is cold.

Resistance is impossible.

Just kidding, three generations of young masters have resisted the Bart family in Tianhu's basic industry.
To be continued...