Chapter 1795

Concert Hall.

"Is that it?"

Looking at the three Burmese scientists in the distance, Fred suffered a lot. After several months of acting, he couldn't go on. During that time, he was under the pressure of waking up several times a night.

In a dream.

"Liar."

"Despicable."

"Hang him. I didn't expect Fred to be like that."

"Shame."

“。。。”

Countless times, he was torn down, and became a street mouse. At last, he was depressed all his life. Now, although it is different from what he expected, the result is the same. His task is over.

Next.

It's the business of the consortia.

Yes.

Everyone is happy.

No way.

It has nothing to do with him. He can take a lot of money, retire and provide for the aged. As for the substitutes, there is a financial group ending, and he doesn't need to worry about it. He has seen the plan, which is very good.

The festival has been preserved, and you can live in old age.

。。。

In a moment.

At the end of the dinner, the guests left. Before leaving, they had a look at the three scientists. According to the itinerary, they will attend a seminar tomorrow morning and return home in the afternoon.

I don't think I have time to communicate.

Actually.

Many people still hold contempt in their hearts.

Because the three have no experience of studying abroad and never met the world. They are the lucky ones growing up in that primitive land, which has nothing to do with their ability. Unlike them, they have a bright resume.

Study.

Won the prize.

Try.

Resume, full of life.

How about the three?

This is the first time for them to go abroad. Thinking of this, many people feel more balanced. The spiritual victory method, although bullshit, is also an effective way to regulate their psychological state.

。。。

"Please."

People from the Swedish police department are coming up again.

"Good."

Exit at the side door.

At the front.

It's two police cars.

Rear.

There are five of them, including two special service vehicles. They are all armed elites. They are very nervous. They are growing into small battlefields elsewhere. They are under great pressure.

Twenty minutes later.

The northern suburbs.

At a manor, the motorcade stopped. This is Sweden's state guesthouse. It is usually used for government reception. It is well defended and surrounded by troops. Today's security has doubled.

"Drink with pleasure."

Get out of the car.

The manager here smiles.

。。。

Greece.

Manor.

"People are staying."

"Good."

The old man said happily.

Finally.

Things are back on track. The chips in my hand are clenched. Next, I will pull out the nail, give it to kovoro, give it to Sweden, and give an account of the previous failure.

"Do it."

"Yes."

。。。

Site.

"Attack."

The army's big guys were there with great confidence. Of course, the first executor of this order is not them, but the military. When the absolute fire suppression is completed, they can go on.

Order.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "

"Da! Da! Da "

grab.

Cannon.

At the same time, it rings in the corner of Swedish winter night.

"Boom!"

The factory can't bear it. It collapses in a large area.

"Good."

"Suppressed."

"Continue."

“。。。”

Just now, they were beaten by each other. They dared not attack for nearly half an hour. Now it's puffing up. Come on, no matter how good you are, you have a big guy.

We have it, too.

Now.

They forget that they are the first to use them.

Three minutes.

The other side's weapons were misfired for three minutes. When the attack stopped, most of the ammunition had been consumed. In their opinion, the other side must have been blindfolded and three weapons were estimated to be destroyed.

"Rush."

Commands come from the headphones.

Next.

Streets and alleys.

Around the factory building, a personal shadow appears and goes towards the factory building. Soon, we crossed the fence, crossed the open space, stepped on the ruins, and carefully entered the remaining "living" factory buildings.

"Well!"

After going in.

They petrified collectively.

"Back!"

A big drink.

He shouted out his heartbreaking kick.

"Run."

After seeing the inside, this is their common idea. Only to see that the three weapons are almost useless, and there are some unused ammunition scattered on the ground, proving that they just won.

But.

In the middle of the workshop.

Flash, flash.

It seems that countless red eyes are blinking. These red lights are countdown one by one. They can see clearly through the lights they rob. They are a lot of things that make people feel scared.

---Explosives.

Not a few.

Not dozens.

It is.

At least look at hundreds.

"Trough!"

There are countless alpacas galloping by in their hearts. If they are enemies, they can send peanuts, but this thing can only run when they see it, the farther it is, the better, because the countdown is only one minute.

One minute.

God!

This time I really met a madman.

"Withdraw!"

"Back off."

“。。。”

I rushed out of the factory and roared. Some of the hands behind me were ready to follow me. I almost didn't press the trigger. I heard the sound and saw the panic on those faces. It must be something wrong.

No hesitation.

Retreat.

At first, I went backwards.

Soon.

After being overtaken by the people rushed out of the factory building, I didn't care so much. I didn't have time to ask them. I ran after them. In a short time, the 100 meters around the factory building were empty.

"What's the matter?"

Find the shelter, then have time to ask.

"Dynamite."

“？？”

"A lot, a lot, those lunatics." The interpreter wiped the cold sweat with fear. If according to the power, that kind of thing piled up into a hill is enough to clear tens of meters.

"Get down."

"It's about to explode."

“。。。”

。。。

Greece.

Manor.

"Hiss!"

Looking at the last picture, the old man took a breath of cool air. If the previous heavy fire is good, it's easy to finish, but if this pile of things explode, things will happen.

Because.

There's new news.

His channel also helped these people transport many unknown goods. I was worried about the unknown goods before. Now, it's probably the red light in front of me.

It looks like it.

At least two tons.

Crazy.

This group of lunatics, once exposed, pull him into the water, absolutely enough to eat a pot.

What to do?

He didn't know.

According to the countdown of the shooting time, there are less than ten seconds left.

Ten.

...

9.

Eight.

...

three.

"Two."

"One."

The old man said, closed his eyes, could not bear to look directly at the scene of the picture, the brain automatically fill out a scene, in the evening, Sweden, the capital, countless people watched, the fire was shining.

Heavy smoke.

Concussion.

Mushroom cloud.

...

hmm?

Ten seconds later, the old man muttered to himself, why there was no sound?

"No bombing."

The housekeeper said, "open your eyes.".

The picture remains the same.

One minute.

...

two minutes.

...

five minutes later, or that.

“。。。”

They.

Being played?

"Go in and have a look." Hesitated, the old man ordered.

Immediately.

A person with camera equipment, go inside, over the ruins, in an instant, that pile of things appear in the picture, the difference is that the red countdown becomes a positive number.

‘00:25’

“00:26”

“。。。”

That picture, extremely dazzling.