The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 70 The Head
This is an old office building, which belongs to a certain company under the name of Penguin. At this time, it is a holiday, and there are only fat security guards reclining on chairs on the first floor of the building holding a girl magazine to entertain themselves.

"Festivals, every day is a festival." The security guard patted his fat belly and muttered in a low voice, flipping through the pages of the magazine, and yawned wearily.

Suddenly, a thin young man wearing a hockey mask and a windbreaker walked in from the main entrance, with a calm and unhurried attitude, as comfortable as in his own home.

The security guard threw the magazine on the table impatiently, and shouted loudly: "Sir, I want to dress up and go to the street. This is non-business hours."

Li Ang ignored it indifferently, regardless of opening the baffle of the security detection door, ignoring the urgent alarm sound of the detection door, and walked straight to the stairs.

"Hello?! Sir, if you don't stop, I'm going to call the police." The security guard raised his butt from the chair cursingly, pulled out the high-carbon steel baton covered with rubber from his waist, and said, "I advise you to Don't act rashly, I don't want to have to report to the Gotham Police Department during the holidays"

He chattered to himself and approached gradually, but Li Ang had already flicked his fingers and lightly smashed the fire box at the entrance of the stairs with his fingernails, pulled out the fire ax in a blink of an eye, and turned around in a swift and unrestrained manner. With the sharp ax blade firmly attached to the tip of the security guard's nose.

A raging wind followed, blowing the security guard's greasy hair into a mess,
He trembled, and the warm gas exhaled from his nostrils silently condensed on the cold steel coated with red paint, forming fine droplets,
But at this time, the baton that was being held with fat fingers had just been lifted into the air.

"This type of fire-fighting sharp ax has a blade steel hardness of HRC48. The flat blade can easily cut off a Q10A ordinary carbon structural round steel with a diameter of 235mm, and the sharp blade on the back can easily chisel a C20 concrete test block. .”

Li Ang tilted his head, exerted a little force on his hand, and when he raised it, the ax blade gently cut the tip of the security guard's nose, leaving a streak of blood.

He looked at the security guard who was tense and numb due to fear, and continued slowly: "If you put it in the Middle Ages, this is a supreme sharp weapon that cuts iron like mud.

Do you want to give yourself here and now, as your culture tells you?Or leave silently, pretending you haven't seen me? "

boom,
batons drop,

The security guard backed up and fell to the ground, his fat body rolled and crawled, and he ran away as if fleeing.

Li Ang remembered something, and reminded loudly: "By the way, I have seen your employee ID card hanging on your chest. If you call the police, I will chase you down."

The security guard's figure trembled, his two thick legs stepped more vigorously, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Compared with meager and cheap wages, life is more important than ever." Li Ang shook his head, and holding the cold and smooth handle of the fire axe, he walked towards the power supply room in the corner.

He pried open the wire mesh door of the power supply room with the sharp edge on the back of the fire axe, walked to the distribution box and muttered,

"Office buildings generally use two-circuit power supply, that is, when a power transformer fails, another backup power supply can supply power in time.

And in order to facilitate the maintenance of the line without affecting the normal operation of the building, the entire electrical main wiring will adopt a single-bus section wiring method."

As the circuit buttons were pressed one by one, the office building lost its light layer by layer, leaving only the LED fire emergency lights of the nickel-cadmium battery pack still discharging.

On the rooftop of the high-rise building, Baron Sterak was not affected by the power outage in the office building, and he still held the command calmly and calmly.
The forty Hydra soldiers form a team of ten, each team has a captain, an observer, two fire teams, and five assault teams.

In addition to these four ten-man squads, Hydra also placed four sniper teams on the heights of nearby buildings, each with two people, responsible for sniper killing and investigation respectively.
Baron Sterak himself put the laptop case he carried on the ground and opened it, took out the radio intercom headset and put it on, the micro-camera on the helmet of each Hydra soldier can transmit the picture to the computer screen, The responsibility of Baron Strucker is to make overall plans, provide technical support, and formulate tactics against the enemy.

"Group A stayed on the roof, Group B stationed at the 19th floor staircase, Group C and Group D gradually checked down the walking stairs, taking turns alternately to ensure that they could occupy a favorable position for fire cover. E, F, D, and G who were in charge of sniping Each of the four groups is on standby,"

Baron Sterak's voice was extremely steady, without any fluctuations. Only then did Penguin realize the biggest gap between himself and the other party.
the professionalism of soldiers,
A mafia tycoon may be able to lead his subordinates to fight and kill to establish a basic foundation in the metropolis, but in front of professional soldiers who have come out of the war, gangster thugs are as incompetent as sloths.

"He's in this building. If you find him, if you can't capture him alive, shoot him on the spot."

Baron Sterak flicked his monocle with his fingernail, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that this time the opponent was a sophisticated and ruthless human slaughter, who could not tolerate any mistakes.

The Hydra soldiers commanded by the street were like a wound-up mechanical clock, executing the instructions accurately, opening the iron gate of the roof, and walking down.

In the corridor of the office building, a single ceiling lamp with a power of 24W no longer shines brightly, and only a little bit of light leaking in from the building next door illuminates the narrow corridor.
The soldiers pulled down the eyepieces of the night vision goggles, and in the dark green vision, everything was completely visible and quite clear.

The FROG flame-retardant gloves were lightly buckled on the trigger, and the lightweight jet-black military boots produced by Danner stepped on the marble tile floor without making the slightest sound. The stairs were eerily quiet,
Suddenly, there was a sound in the stairwell below.

The rustling sound of steel rubbing against the tile floor is reminiscent of the sound of a butcher scraping a steel knife back and forth on a whetstone dipped in water before slaughtering livestock.

Accompanied by this is the sound of heavy footsteps, kicking, kicking, with extremely long intervals, just like the old pendulum hanging on the ancient building.

The team leader stopped abruptly, swung his palms backwards, and signaled the team members to stop,
He lowered the muzzle of the gun, walked slowly to the corner of the stairs, held his breath, and listened attentively.

Kicking, kicking, footsteps from far to near, but suddenly disappeared without warning, like an electrocardiogram was interrupted.

The team leader let out a sigh of relief, and after using tactical gestures to tell the team members to cover themselves, he slowly poked half of his face out of the wall at the corner of the stairs.

bass!
The bright blade of the fire ax suddenly slashed down, tearing the air, and with the thick and protracted plasma splashing, half of the team leader's head fell to the ground, and his bones turned endlessly.

(End of this chapter)