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Chapter 333. 338. Taking the Enemy's Head Dangerously
Yellow-haired Jack was the only survivor of the 6 people who participated in the operation that day. Knowing that several of his former companions had been assassinated, he immediately sought help from the bureau like a frightened bird.

After his immediate superior learned about this incident, he expressed great indignation at the audacious murderer and arranged two teams of four people for his personal protection.

In order to increase security, the bureau arranged the most remote floor for them. Except for a few rooms they were using, the doors of the rest of the rooms were all locked to prevent assassins from entering.

In addition, the other operatives in the Bureau are all ready to go out and fight at any time to catch the assassin.

Yuan Pengfei felt a little troublesome about the tight protection of the yellow-haired Jack.

In the monitoring room of the building, the two officers stared intently at dozens of screens, not daring to miss anything.

Gates, halls, elevators, stairs, and corridors all can't escape their surveillance, and they can't hide any troubles.

"Whoo~"

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the two of them had goose bumps all over their bodies, and they rubbed their arms subconsciously.

Strange, how can you feel a bit of coolness in the summer?

Immediately afterwards, there was a feeling of dizziness, and the two of them gradually felt unable to open their eyes, and fell asleep while sitting on the chair in a daze.

The dark figure of the ghost came out from the crack of the door, it was his masterpiece just now, and it knocked down the two without anyone noticing.

The most important alert system announces reimbursement!

In the room on the 5th floor, the yellow-haired Jack sneezed violently. He rubbed his nose with his hands and said to his colleagues, "This guy is really haunted, it's not over yet!"

"Jack, don't worry, you'll be fine."

The colleague next to him smiled calmly. He didn't think the killer would dare to come after seeing their tight defense.

Perhaps as soon as he entered the building, his colleagues who were monitoring him would find out that the figures pounced from all directions could beat the killer into a sieve.

Their last line of defense is probably more to give Jack a psychological comfort and let him relax.

Another colleague came in with two cups of coffee and put them on the table of the two of them, "Don't think too much, the killer might have already scared away in this situation, let's have a cup of coffee, this is Blue Mountain coffee beans, now Grind it, it tastes very good!"

Almost everyone would not think that the killer would come to seek death, because this is a violent institution after all, and it also has fangs, not sheep.

However, Jack was always a little scared. The death of those four colleagues sounded the alarm for him and scared him out of his wits.

For the first time, he felt that death was so terrifying. He was afraid of death and did not want to fall into that endless darkness.

Holding the hot coffee in his hands, he tried to draw some warmth from it so that his body would not feel so cold.

The two colleagues who accompanied him did not notice his condition, and were still chatting and gossiping about some messy things.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, Jack shivered, his eyes widened and he stared ahead, a strange man had stood in front of them at some point, pointing two silenced pistols at the three of them.

The colleague sitting opposite the small round table saw the two of them in a daze, and even waved his hand in front of their eyes, "Hey, what's the matter, why is there such an expression, could it be that the killer is here?"

"Congratulations, you got it!"

A strange voice sounded behind him, the smile on his face froze, and he turned around slowly, looking at the two black muzzles of the guns.

It is shameful to waste words when victory is certain.

"Bang bang bang!"

Under the action of the silencer, three very dull gunshots rang out. The three people sitting at the table didn't even have a chance to draw their guns to resist, and they were all killed.

However, the howl of death still came out, and a shrill "Help" resounded throughout the room.

Yuan Pengfei didn't delay, took out his camera and took a close-up of Huang Mao Jack.

This guy died peacefully, looking relieved, and death was a relief to him more than living in fear.

There were two other people in the next room, and they were also dereliction of duty. They realized something was wrong when they heard the shouting. One stayed in the room to contact the monitoring room, and the other rushed over rashly at the first moment.

He was used to living a peaceful life, and his vigilance was not as good as that of civilians who had experienced wars. Yuan Pengfei raised his hand and shot two shots, leaving an extra corpse lying on the ground.

At this time, the person who contacted the monitoring room had already noticed something was wrong, and pressed the alarm button in the house, and a piercing siren sounded immediately in the building.

After hearing the sound, there was only one thought in people's minds: the killer who is not afraid of death has really come, and he must be killed to maintain the majesty of the violent institution.

Yuan Pengfei frowned, knowing that it was impossible to be kind today.A black coat covered with grenades was taken out of the space and put on, and the guys in his hands were replaced with two Uzi submachine guns.

He trotted down the stairs, catching him by surprise, and a gang of guys with pistols was no match for him.

At the same time, the highest-ranking deputy director in the building had already rushed to the monitoring room, and saw two sleeping subordinates. He didn't care about holding the two dereliction of duty guys accountable, and scanned the screen, looking for traces of the killer.

The guy in the black cloak is him!
The deputy director picked up the walkie-talkie on the workbench, pressed it, and shouted: "I'm James, the killer has run to the corner of the stairs from the third floor to the second floor, the boys blocked him for me, he must not escape he!"

Knowing the whereabouts of the target, the boys were so excited that they almost screamed, and under the leadership of the highest-ranking leader in front of them, they swarmed towards the stairs.

They obviously don't know how terrible the goal is, and they still want to maintain collective dignity and make great achievements!

Yuan Pengfei, who had reached the stairs on the second floor, had already heard the sound of dense footsteps. A cloud of black mist ghosts immediately gave out their vision, and there were nowhere to hide the seven or eight sticks leaning against the wall.

He smiled, leaned out half of his body, pressed the trigger of two Uzi submachine guns and fired, the sound of rattling was endless, and after a few seconds of bullets, there were no living people standing.

How could the guys with pistols who exposed their figures be his opponents.

Massacre, this is a naked massacre.

The role of ghosts is once again demonstrated.

Changing the magazine while running, Yuan Pengfei continued to run to the first floor.

In the monitoring room, Deputy Director James' face was as deep as water. The seven or eight young men were not a series of numbers, they were real people who lived day and night.

He picked up the walkie-talkie again: "Listen, the killer is extremely vicious, and he will arrive at the lobby on the first floor immediately. All departments should be on alert, and try not to cause unnecessary casualties."

"Remember, you have to kill him!" He almost roared.

(End of this chapter)