"Everything is safe, report completed." The gangster's voice came from outside.
"Continue patrolling."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Ye Xiong came out of the bathroom, took out a reagent, put it in the corner, turned on the switch, and a blast of air was released from the tube and dispersed in the air.
Next, he carefully loaded the reagents on the entire floor, and soon the reagents were floating in the air.
In less than ten minutes, the entire floor will be filled with this reagent. By then, no one in the beast organization will be able to transform, and their only fate will be to be slaughtered.
In the hall at this moment.
Moore wore a mask and stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the panicked police outside, feeling proud.
"Karl, how much time do we have until we pay the money?"
"Report to the chief, there are still twenty minutes." Karl replied.
"Bring Busha here," Moore ordered.
"yes."
Karl walked to the hostages, lifted Busha up, and brought her to Moore.
"Director Busha, it seems that your subordinate Birky has no intention of saving anyone. It seems that you have been abandoned. If you die, it will be logical for him to become the director of the CIA." Moore looked at Busha with pitiful eyes.
"Birky has no right to decide to give you money. He has to report it to the Secretary of Defense," Busha said.
Just as Moore was about to say something, a subordinate came over and said: "Report to the chief, we have broken through the CIA's core computer and found the CIA agent information. There are more than 3,000 agents in total."
Busha's face changed drastically when she heard this, and Moore burst into laughter.
"The CIA's computer firewall is nothing more than that. Now it seems we have greater leverage."
Moore took the USB flash drive handed over by his subordinates and said to Busha: "Director Busha, if I spread this information all over the world, how many of the more than 3,000 agents do you think would be alive?"
The media country is a superpower. Their intelligence network spreads all over the world and penetrates into various fields. If the identities of these agents are announced, the CIA’s decades of management resources will be destroyed. Nowadays, all countries hate the agents of the media country. Once the identities of the agents are revealed,
If it is leaked, an endless pursuit awaits them.
"Our agents are prepared to sacrifice on the first day they come in." Busha pretended not to care.
Moore took out the satellite transmitter from his body and inserted the USB flash drive into it.
This kind of satellite transmitter can still transmit data even if it is in the most primitive place or if the signal is completely blocked. The CIA's signal blocking is completely useless because the operators are different.
Seeing that Moore was about to teleport, Busa finally couldn't resist anymore and quickly shouted: "Stop, you can't do this."
Moore sneered and handed the walkie-talkie to her: "Tell Birky that in eighteen minutes, I will start killing people. Of course, the most important thing is this agent information. I will also start spreading it out..."
Busha took the walkie-talkie and said, "Birky, are you there?"
"Director Busa, it's me."
"The other party broke through the database and the resources were leaked."
"How is it possible?" Burkey was shocked: ""Our firewall is so high, how did they decipher the password?"
"It's possible that there's a mole inside."
The CIA in the media country uses the most advanced computer technology. Without insiders, it would be impossible to decipher it, which is why Busha made such a guess.
"Seize the time and report the matter to the minister."
After Busha finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly.
At this point, it was no longer within her control and could only be decided by her superiors.
Time passed unconsciously, and in the blink of an eye, the time agreed between Moore and the government came, but Moore still did not get the 10 billion transferred data.
"If you don't give me some clues, they won't know how powerful we are. Carl, kill a hostage."
Carl walked into the crowd.
The hostages were frightened and tried to dodge for fear of being caught by Karl.
At this time, a young Chinese man suddenly walked in from outside the hall. He had his hands folded in his clothes, looking like a tourist.
"Hey, it's so lively."
Ye Xiong smiled and walked in.
The ten gangsters looked at him in shock, all ten black guns pointed at him.
"It's you?"
Seeing Ye Xiong appear, Moore's eyes showed a cold light.
"It seems that you are Moore." Ye Xiong's eyes fell on the masked Moore and sneered: "We finally meet, the great devil Moore."
Moore looked at Ye Xiong up and down, and then around again, to make sure he was alone, and couldn't help laughing.
"Death, should I say you are a hero, or should I say you are stupid? There are so many of us here, and you just come in empty-handed. Have you watched too many science fiction movies from China and are you crazy about wanting to be a personal hero?"
Busa looked at Ye Xiong strangely, wondering why this guy suddenly appeared here.
She has seen this guy's strength before, and he is definitely an extremely powerful person. But he has nothing in his hands and he still comes in so openly. What the hell is he doing?
"No, you guessed it wrong. The reason why I appear here is not because I want to be a bullshit hero, let alone help the CIA. It's because there is a score between us that needs to be settled."
After Ye Xiong finished speaking, a powerful murderous aura erupted from his body: "You have done so many bad things in China, and I am here to ask for your life on behalf of countless wronged souls."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared.
A series of bullets sounded, and the dense bullets turned the place where he was standing into a hornet's nest.
Suddenly, a scream was heard, and the two kidnappers clutched their necks and fell softly to the ground.
Then, two more people fell to the ground inexplicably.
There were originally only ten gangsters in the hall, but four were killed in one fell swoop. Ye Xiong was not injured at all.
"Karl, transform quickly." Moore ordered in a voice.
"Yes, big boss."
Carl was about to enter transformation mode, but he soon discovered that there was no way to transform.
"Big boss, no, I can't transform." Karl said in shock.
"What?" Moore was shocked.
He soon understood that the other party must have dropped a reagent in the air that made the genetic warrior unable to transform.
Unfortunately, he found out it was too late.
The kidnappers without the ability to transform were like ants in front of Ye Xiong, without any ability to resist.
In less than a minute, all the remaining gangsters, including Karl, were killed by Ye Xiong, leaving Moore alone in the entire hall.
On the ground, the corpses of ten gangsters lay there, Ye Xiong stood among them, showing a death-like smile.
Moore clenched his fists tightly.
How could he bear it when he saw a great situation and was suddenly ruined by this bastard?
"God of Death, you have ruined my good deeds several times, and I will make your death ugly."
Moore drew out the sharp knife and stabbed it into his thigh.