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Chapter 223 Who Is Surrounded By Who?Symbol of peace!

'Didi——'

Stanislav was still standing at the entrance of the party venue, watching Tony who was communicating with a group of media reporters, when he suddenly heard the sound of the communicator in the pocket of his suit, he couldn't help but take out the connection, and asked in a low voice: "How is it inside? Did you complete the task?"

"No. For some reason, Nakatu's assassination was just halfway through, and then..." On the other side of the communicator, the waiter hesitated.

"And then what happened? Tell me!" Stanislav asked coldly.

"Just ran away." The subordinate replied, even he found it unbelievable just now, where is the professional killer that was promised?

"Katu ran away before he took any action?" Stanislav opened his mouth in surprise when he heard this, and there is such an operation?

"It can't be a scam, right? I've already sent over [-] million US dollars! Daguna bastard, he said it's very reliable!"

Stanley blew his beard angrily, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, I didn't pin everything on others. Let the people in the ballroom act, and there is no need to continue the performance. Just kill the target and evacuate the party ballroom!"

"Yes!" The subordinate took the order.

In the ballroom of the party.

The second half of a classical song was approaching. Kyle and the Black Queen danced skillfully. The men were tall and the women were beautiful. Their dancing skills were not inferior to those of the dance masters. They showed a new charm and beauty in ordinary ballroom dancing.

Ellie was in the seat next to her, looking a little crazy, only regretting that she didn't bring a camera crew over.

The music is coming to an end, and the dance between the two is at the climax of the end.

At this moment, from the corner of Ellie's eyes, she noticed sharply from the corner of her eyes that a few tall people in suits suddenly rushed out from among the surrounding VIPs. They were wearing black hoods and put one hand into the inner pocket of the suit jacket. Obviously holding something.

It's a firearm!

As a reporter for the New York Times, Ellie made quick judgments on the spot and shouted in horror: "Be careful! There are terrorists..."

As soon as the words fell, the men in suits pulled out their black pistols, aimed at Kyle in the center of the ballroom, and decisively pulled the trigger.

'boom!boom!boom! '

Several gunshots resounded in the ballroom, and in an instant, the VIPs attending the party screamed again and again, shrunk their heads and bodies in horror, and fled frantically to the door of the ballroom.

Outside the door of the party.

Gunshots rang out in the ballroom, and the VIPs escaped. Everything happened so suddenly.A group of media reporters hurriedly gave way, and at the same time pointed the camera at the fleeing VIPs, and directly switched to live broadcast.

Tony subconsciously looked at his sports car, and when he saw that Kyle was not in the back seat, he hesitated for half a second, and then bit the bullet and ran in the opposite direction of people's escape, that is, inside the ballroom of the party.

For some reason, Tony just told the media that after learning about the demon card incident that happened in the morning, he gradually remembered the appearance and words of Mr. Card in the past few days, and the spontaneous sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

At the gate of the party venue, Tony and the flow of VIPs who escaped from inside hedged against each other, struggling.

"Damn it, why didn't you bring the steel suit with you!" He complained, but his eyes became firm.

The interior of the ballroom where gunshots rang out one after another.

Ellie hid behind the table for the first time, worried for Kyle and the Black Queen. When she turned her gaze back to the center of the ballroom in a little panic, she was stunned again to subvert her cognition.

Having just experienced several waves of gun attacks, Kyle and the Black Queen acted as if nothing had happened. The two were still dancing to the rhythm of the music, as if they wanted to finish a song completely, and regarded the surrounding terrorists with pistols as decorations.

In this scene, not only Ellie was stunned, but even five or six terrorists were stunned, staring blankly at the two who didn't regard the enemy as human beings.

What's even more shocking is that the bullet heads of the bullets that were shot at Kyle before were all still, suspended three meters away from the two of them.

No one noticed that at this time, the black queen's beautiful pupils were slightly glowing with silver-white pupils.

Outside the party venue.

Media reporters and VIPs were in a mess, screaming one after another.

Stanislaved his hands behind his back, hid in a corner and watched coldly. When he saw Tony venture into the ballroom, he didn't try to stop him, but instead sneered.

"It just so happens that you were able to collect his body for him in the past, as my warning!"

Stanley smiled, and decided that Mr. Naka was basically dead at the beginning of the gunshot.

"Calm down, everyone. I just called the police. I believe the police will soon..." Estimating that the time was almost up, Stanis coughed and walked out of the corner, preparing to calm down.

He was only halfway through his words, when the sirens of police cars suddenly came from not far away.

"This efficiency, why is it so fast?" Stanislav's face changed slightly, and he turned to look at the road. The next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

The police cars with their horns and lights flashing are just to open the way... Behind them are more than a dozen army green armored vehicles with built-in turrets, and behind them are officers' armored vehicles with thickened steel plates.

Stenny was in a trance for a while, and then there was a buzzing sound above his head. Looking up with difficulty, he could see army-green helicopters gathering towards this field, an exaggerated number of dozens of them all over the night sky.

Is this the scale to start a war?

Stanislav was still in a daze, all kinds of vehicles had been parked densely on the road, and fully armed police and soldiers poured out from the opened doors to guide the evacuation of the crowd outside.

The helicopter is suspended and fixed at a certain height, throws the rope from the cabin, lands special forces and special agents, holds excellent firearms, and moves quickly to block and control the scene.

The bulletproof vehicle finally stopped, and a black youth in military uniform stepped out quickly, looked around majesticly, and shouted, "I'm Colonel Rhodes, who is the site manager here?"

Stanislaved, and hurried forward, "It's me, the CEO of Stark Industries. Colonel Rhodes, we met before..."

Rhodes ignored his approach and quickly said, "Well, on behalf of the military, I have taken over this site. Do you have any objections?"

"Of course I have no objection." Stanley sensed something was wrong, and asked nervously: "Colonel Rhodes, as far as terrorist attacks are concerned, there is no need for such a big battle?"

"Terrorists? I didn't come here for this. Tell me first, where is that Mr. Ka?" Rhodes asked in a deep voice, with unprecedented respect in his trembling words.

"In, in the ballroom." Stanislavia managed to maintain a calm face, but a turbulent wave arose in his heart, his palms were sweating, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

At this moment, various people arrived in vehicles and helicopters, and walked up to Stanislav to show their IDs.

"I'm a CIA representative!"

"Representative of the FBI!"

"Agents of SHIELD!"

The ones who came were undoubtedly not the elite among the elites. They gathered together with excitement on their faces. After greeting each other, they warned in a low voice: "Don't bother the old man too much later, I'm just here to meet on behalf of the bureau."

"It's rare for that person to come out, and I'm here to say hello on behalf of my bureau."

"That person is still holding the position of general counsel of my S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau. If you want to see him, at least report to our bureau."

Listening to their positive discussions, Stanislav's face became paler and ugly, and he asked hoarsely, "Who is that Mr. Ka?"

"Who?" Representatives from the military and various bureaus were taken aback for a moment, and then replied in unison:

"A symbol of peace!"

(End of this chapter)