The taxi stopped at the door of the Tokyo Police Department. The Americans dropped 20 US dollars. Open the door and get off at the driver's thanks. The sun is a bit dazzling. Take out Raypeng sunglasses from the jacket pocket. Take out your mobile phone and dial the number: "Hey. Monuly Betta Silver Mine. Where are you? I have arrived at the designated place. But I haven't seen the Drum Band and 24 Welcome to the uncle. "
"I am traffic jam here." Mitami Ichra held down the car horn irritably. But the entire road was blocked. Even the traffic police opened the way in front. Location information. I will rush to me with you soon. The events will happen. Don't act lightly. You have the right to fight back. I come over. "
"At least what I want to do. This requirement is not too much." Sam took out the cigarette case. Use the 1945 commemorative version of the Zippo lighter to order a camel cigarette. In the reflection of amber sunglasses. Pass the crowd. Walking from him in different directions.
Out of the Mitama Taro rotating the steering wheel with one hand. From a small gap to the lane next to the lane. The sound of anger horn in the rear car. He grabbed the work permit and stretched out the window. At this time, the biggest action of Silver Mine this year. "He confirmed the confidential channel of the mobile phone. Low the sound channel:" The listener's task to arrange the Japanese branch of the Silver Mine is to help a candidate. Your location. It is the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Asmontis.
"Asmondis." Americans raised their golden eyebrows. "Isn't this the Tokyo Police Department? Astontis actually hidden in the Japanese police department." The three men were not five meters away from him. At the same time, stretch out his right hand. Sam silently hold the gun handle in the tights.
"It's not a police officer. It's the cabinet intelligence survey room. Things are very complicated. In short, the possibility of this person's possibility increases amazing. It may be overwhelmed by Astontis ... The listener's information points out. There are two two. There are two two. There are two. The special assignee of the famous Temple Thorns Cross Troupe has just landed at Narita Airport not long ago. It may arrive at any time. You have to intercept them outside the police hall building. Prevent the uncertainty of the person selected. Do you understand? " Saying the wooden expression seriously.
Sam did not say a word for a while. Three men stood in front of him. Everyone raised his right hand. The black pattern that slowly emerged from the wrist part was displayed to him from a delicate angle. Right hand. "I saw your team. Uncle Mu." He looked at three men. "It looks good. There are training backgrounds for military or spy systems, right?"
"They are the elites of foreign unmiel teams. There are more than 300 people in the unmiel team I managed. There are more than 40 members of the ghost right hand. The combat power is. ... You are the character that values the headquarters. Sam gamma cuts the silver mine. Don't let us disappointed. "Outki Taro said this sentence and hung up the phone. The steering wheel was broken The central guardrail of the road. The Toyota Camry car crossed the road base and jumped high. "Poch" landing on the opposite road. The chassis and the ground collided with a sliding Mars. . Toyota cars rushed away at the high speed of the rolling traffic. The traffic police hurriedly picked up the walkie -talkie. Instructed colleagues to help senior officials of this crazy intelligence survey room. Pick off the motorcycle helmet. Looking at the clear sky, murmured.
"I'm Sam Gamma-Silver Mine. I'm new here. My specialty is... I don't have any special skills. I know how to order everything." The American introduced himself.
The man on the far left took out a delicate small box. Sam knew that it was a directional sound barrier. It could ensure that conversations within the 1.5-meter radius of the star space were not eavesdropped. They stood in a Japanese-style pavilion in front of the Metropolitan Police Building. In the smoking booth, each person lit up a cigarette, looking like an ordinary office worker suffering from a smoking addiction.
"I am Tsuchiya Gamma Minus. This is Tomu Deltaga Silvermine and Kobayakawa Deltaga Silvermine. I know Japanese names are not easy to remember. Simply call us No. 1. , No. 2, No. 3 will do." The man holding the sound barrier said. "You are at the same level as me. But you are the executor personally selected by the listener. Before the branch chief arrives, everything will follow your command. Sa Mr. Mu."
The American took a puff from his cigarette and blew out a round smoke ring: "The old rule is to compare watches first and then exchange information. Speaking of which, I'm confused. I don't have any information... just tell me the guys from the Thorn Cross Regiment. When will we arrive?"
No. 3 nodded, knocked on his throat, and sent a signal to the remote supporter. After a moment, he replied: "They lost track of them after leaving the entry hall. It is initially determined that at least one of them is the son of God. From the interference with the operation of the camera, Come and see. Its abilities are related to light, electricity or electromagnetic waves."
"Headache. I was tracked by the Son of God when the Romanians jointly detected Belusebabu. I almost died." Sam touched his chest with lingering fear. There was a wound across his chest. At that time, he appeared in front of him like a god. , the enemy who could summon pink lightning with his wave of his hand almost killed him. He would never forget that powerless fear for the rest of his life. "...Then... let's wait here to be the target. No need to set up an ambush, just engage in two attacks." A sniper rifle or something."
"The right to free defense." No. 2 said briefly. "Our identity is the staff of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. We only have reason to take action when we are attacked. Don't worry. The defense measures are sufficient. At least it can ensure that we will not Died in the first wave of attacks."
The Americans looked around a little depressed. "I really don't know where your confidence comes from. The Son of God... That's a non-human monster... Forget it. Let's talk about this chosen one. He is here What's going on in there?"
Number 1 replied: "To be precise, what is he doing down there? He has broken into the core area of Asmodeus. Eleven levels underground."
"The madman has been exposed. Then how is he going to get out?" Sam looked at the building in surprise. There was nothing unusual in the Metropolitan Police Building. The flow of people continued. The American frowned and glanced not far away. There was a vent in an underground building. The vent painted green and hidden in the flower bed was exhausting hot air from the ground. Sam took a deep breath. Sure enough, he could smell the faint smell of gunpowder smoke. No matter how good the air purification device is, It is also impossible to completely remove the particles produced by the burning of gunpowder. Anyone who has been in a hail of bullets cannot be insensitive to this smell.
"It's basically impossible. None of us have ever entered that deep underground. It's Asmodeus's forbidden area. The defense measures are extremely tight. There is also a highly armed damage control force." No. 1 said while shaking his head. Shaking his head. "As you said, this is a suicidal behavior like a lunatic. I don't know what the chosen one is thinking."
"If it's as strict as you said, how did he get in?" Sam threw away the cigarette butt. "I would like to see such a man..."
"We are people from the silver mine. We are not responsible for directly protecting the chosen one, Mr. Sam." Number 1 reminded.
"This is common sense. But how could the protector allow him to do such a dangerous thing?" the American said.
At this moment, there was a huge roar from across the street. A red and black Honda van suddenly accelerated and rushed across the street towards the building. From the sound of the sound, the engine speed had exceeded 12,000 rpm. The sharp sound of the rotor and the ominous whistle pierced the eardrums. Passers-by on the street screamed and fled. Countless vehicles braked suddenly and the horns blared. The security personnel at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Building immediately shouted loudly and took out their pistols to aim. .But the truck did not brake at all. It drove onto the sidewalk with a clang. It knocked two bicycles away and then rushed towards the glass door of the lobby.
"Bang, bang, bang." A gunshot rang out. The windshield of the truck was immediately covered with spider-like shatters, and then shattered into glass particles. Sam Williams glanced at the driver's seat and found that the car had no driver at all. "Who?" he asked lowly and quickly.
"In short, he is not the person we are waiting for. This is not the brotherhood's style." No. 1 is a very calm man. He does not move at all. "Continue to wait... If you agree, Mr. Sam."
At this time, the heavy firepower hidden in the hall began to fire. No one knew that there was a 12.7mm heavy machine gun that could be lifted and lowered in the ceiling of the lobby on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department. "Dong dong dong dong dong..." The variable-charge heavy machine gun precisely controlled by the computer The machine gun adjusts the charge of each bullet at any time to ensure that the warhead can penetrate the vehicle skin but will not penetrate from the opposite side and injure passers-by. Within ten seconds, hundreds of bullets smashed the front of the truck into pieces. A hornet's nest. "Plop..." A cylindrical steel bolt rose from the ground. A cloud of white mist sprayed out. In an instant, it solidified into a hard wire mesh and stuck the two front wheels of the car. "Creak..." The van of TORO Hotel The truck made a heartbreaking scraping sound on the floor. Its momentum was contained. The torrent of heavy machine gun bullets blew off the roof of the truck and smashed the seats and the battery pack under the floor.
"It's a feint," Sam said.
A polymer sticky net pops up above the hall. The big red net completely wraps the car. "Pfft." The floor shakes. The net expands and then slowly recovers. The power of the truck's explosion is completely absorbed. This is the first time. A clean blockade. Many police officers with guns and investigation room staff began to gather in the lobby.
At this time, in an unnoticed corner behind the building, Asada Yuzan looked at the cement floor and said to himself: "I'm here. Chinese, don't die first."