At around 8:30 pm, two maintenance vehicles with the London Municipal Council logo were slowly parked at the door of the British Intelligence Agency. Eight pipe maintenance workers wearing municipal uniforms with rain hats on their heads jumped out of the car with a repair tool box in their hands, and walked towards the Intelligence Agency gate with jokes.
At this time, the British Intelligence Agency's originally empty gate suddenly appeared from somewhere, pointing at them and asking loudly, saying: You guys from the municipality, why are you here to do so late? Don't you know that this is a confidentiality department and ordinary people are not allowed to enter and exit at will?
At this time, these municipal bureau staff should have already picked up girls in the bar, but now they are forced to work overtime here in such ghost weather, so of course they will not be in a good mood. So they shouted at these always-on-devil guys and said: Damn, who would like to work overtime to this ghost place to repair pipes in this ghost place? Are they not the damn bureaucrats of the municipal bureau? They ask us to repair the damn sewers, otherwise I will have already picked up girls in the bar now.
Seeing that the other party was still looking at them with suspicion, the pipeline maintenance squad leader then added an unhappy sentence, saying: If you don’t believe it, you can call the municipal bureau to verify it!
This British man, who was probably the small leader of the agent, took out his phone and called the service department of the municipal bureau. After receiving the other party's affirmative reply, he carefully asked the maintenance team's number and name, and then carefully looked at the breastplate of the workers. Then he waved his hand to let the other agents slowly disperse and return to the dark corner to hide.
For some reason, these pipe repairmen always made him feel very uneasy, but after looking at these guys from the municipal bureau again and not finding any suspicious places, he could only attribute this feeling to mental allergy, so he waved his hand to signal that the other party could conduct maintenance.
Damn it must be that the sewer inside the building is blocked. It seems that the brothers are busy tonight!
A group of dissatisfied workers checked the sewer at the door of the British Intelligence Agency, but did not find out where it was blocked. They couldn't help but start cursing.
The maintenance squad leader walked to the agent next to him, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: Dear Mr. James Bond, it seems that the sewer under the building is blocked, so we have to go in and repair it now. If we can't go in, we will definitely not be able to repair this damn sewer pipe. Why don't we complete the relevant procedures in a few days before repairing it?
Seeing the other person's face showing a embarrassed look, the maintenance squad leader continued: But at that time, your British Intelligence Service will be flooded with sewage and become the largest public toilet in the British Empire.
The agent thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said helplessly: You can go in, but don’t blame me for not reminding you guys from the municipality that people with curiosity here will not be welcomed!
Because the sewer is very blocked, I just called the headquarters and there may be brothers sending them to clear the tools later.
The pipe squad leader greeted the agent in front of him, and then led his men to the gate of the British Intelligence Agency
Two subordinates were recruited and accompanied the eight pipe repairmen into the gate. The agent leader then picked up the phone and ordered the brothers on duty in the surveillance room inside, saying: Stare at these guys!
In the duty room, several agents were holding steaming coffee in their hands and joking with each other. One of the agents comfortably took a sip of the strong coffee in the cup, and smiled and said to the colleague next to him: We are so lucky. It was not our turn to be on duty in such a bad weather.
It's Ah!
An agent next to him said: But the brothers outside are going to be in trouble. In such a ghost weather, they still have to be on duty outside. It's really a big deal.
Another agent who seemed to be reading a newspaper stuck his head out from behind the newspaper and scolded him: Everyone is a colleague, who knows if we are unlucky next time? You guys who are gloating should be careful to watch which pipe repair workers you should not cause any major problems because of our dereliction of duty!
Boss, please rest assured. It is not the time of war. Who are the damn al-Qaeda who only knows how to scare the people with suicide attacks and create panic? Do you still dare to attack the heavily guarded British Intelligence Agency?
The older agent couldn't help but smile when he heard this. The British intelligence agency had been peaceful for more than half a century, and I think I wouldn't be so unlucky that I encountered a terrorist attack just now.
Just when these agents were complacent that they didn't have to go on duty outside, a breathless and odorless hypnotic gas slowly overflowed from the special ventilation ducts of the roof office, and was sucked into the body by the duty personnel in the monitoring room below through the air flow.
Is the coffee too light today, why did you want to go to bed so early?
An agent sitting next to the surveillance console in the surveillance room thought it was because of coffee too much today, but when he saw that the colleagues next to him started yawning, he finally realized something was wrong, so he quickly reached out to press the red alarm in front of him.
Whoosh...
At this moment, a sharp little dagger drew a wonderful straight line in the air with a strong wind, accurately penetrating the agent's hand that reached on the red button, and immediately made the agent scream like a pig killing cry.
The agent whose right hand was nailed and unable to move raised his right foot and kicked the alarm hidden under the desk, but his movements were too late. A sharp dagger gently cut off his throat, causing him to finally not to ring the alarm bell
He took out a silent pistol equipped with a muffler, and Li Guoqing gave each agent who was sleeping and gave a peanut, then he took out a phone call to report and said: The boss's monitoring room has been completed!
very good!
Chen Qing, who was sitting in Renault's car, heard that Li Guoqing was going well, so he picked up the phone and ordered Chen Juntang on the other side, saying: Where is Li Guoqing doing well? It's your turn to show off your skills. Don't let me down.
Before hanging up the phone, Chen Qing did not forget to give a reminder and said: Do it cleanly, it is best not to leave too many tails!
At around 9 o'clock in the evening, two streets near the British Intelligence Agency had a serious traffic accident almost at the same time. Cars of all sizes squeezed several roads and were blocked. Although the traffic police arrived at the scene immediately and began to clear the traffic.
But facing the cars that had already been blocked throughout the street, these competent police officers were helpless and could only carry forward the spirit of the ant helper and began to slowly clear the traffic bit by bit. In the British Intelligence Agency not far away, a bloody massacre has begun.
A maintenance car from the London Municipal Council drove over, and the small agent leader who was rotating at the door came forward and complained: You guys are so efficient. The first batch has been in for fifteen minutes before you bring the dredging tools!
Chen Juntang, wearing a work uniform of the London Municipal Council and wearing a raincoat, walked out of the repair car and complained in a very helpless tone, saying: If it weren't for the tight urging of the above, we wouldn't want to run out to repair the pipes in such a ghost weather!
Thinking that he had to be on duty outside in such a ghost weather, several agents with the same feelings shook their heads helplessly, and couldn't help but mutter: Damn, this ghost weather is really not a job for people to do!
These agents complained a few times, so they turned around and walked towards the entrance hall, preparing to hide in the building and rest for a while. What dead bureaucrats are either at home or at mistresses now and will definitely not run out to check the post in such a ghost weather
At this time, the little agent leader had a flash of inspiration in his mind and suddenly understood why he always felt something was wrong: Damn, how could all the staff of the London Municipal Council be yellow-skinned yellow people?
However, the little leader no longer had the chance to warn his companions, because a sharp dagger had gently cut his neck and sent him and several colleagues into the arms of a kind God.
It seemed as if God was secretly helping Chen Qing. The raindrops drifted in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, washing away the blood stains at the door of the British Intelligence Agency without leaving any trace. The bodies of several agents were quickly moved to the rear compartment of the repair car. The whole process may be less than half a minute, so it did not attract the attention of few pedestrians on the road.
Chen Juntang made a gesture to the surveillance camera at the door, and then instructed several subordinates to uncover the iron cover of the sewer and pretended to insert a rubber tube for unblocking the sewer.
Heavy rain and all traffic nearby were blocked, making it very rare for vehicles to travel on the road. Residents nearby also enjoy the warmth of home because it rains. Several municipal emergency repair warning signs have been placed not far away to prevent vehicles from continuing to pass here.
Instructing several brothers to lurk in the dark to monitor the gate. Chen Juntang walked into the repair car again and changed into a straight black suit, and put a pair of wide-edged sunglasses on his face that could cover half of their faces. Then he led a dozen subordinates who were also dressed like ghosts and came out of the darkness openly.
A British front desk lady on duty in the hall put down the fashion magazine in her hand, looked at the group of men dressed in gangsters, frowned and asked: May I ask, which one do you want to come here?
Chen Juntang walked over, looked at the beautiful British girl, and said with a smile: I am the messenger of the god of death, and I am responsible for saving you British guys with blood on your hands!
Before the front desk lady could react, Chen Juntang had already put his hand on her neck, and then with a little force, he heard a click, turning the British girl's neck into a nunchaku that Bruce Lee played.
A British woman took off her loose suit and exposed a female professional suit under her. Then she sat directly into the desk, picked up the fashion magazine on the table and read it.
Chen Juntang, with others, followed the inside diagram of the building, and walked towards the office area of the Sixth Intelligence Department inside the building, preparing to find a bold and brave Major General George who dared to provoke the boss's authority and talked about it.
(Chen Qing has learned in advance that this Major General George is on duty tonight)
At this time, Li Guoqing had also taken his men to the basement of the British Intelligence Building, because where were there important information archives from the British Intelligence Department that had been established for a hundred years?
In order to keep the information confidential, the intelligence departments of various countries usually have an unwritten rule, that is, important information cannot be stored in computers, but must be stored in hidden places in other forms.
This time, in addition to teaching the British intelligence department a lesson, Chen Qing also had an important purpose, which was to find this secret place for storing important documents, get these things that were related to the reputation of many senior officials of the British Empire, and then use these things to threaten which British officials and force these officials who have the state machinery to surrender.
Li Guoqing held the GPS positioning system in his hand and quickly marched towards the basement according to the instructions of the instruments in his hand. As for the unlucky people who met along the way who did not inhale hypnotic gas and fell asleep because they were wandering outside, they were all accompanied by the sound of silent pistol fired, and they went to see God.
According to the instrument guidelines, Li Guoqing finally arrived in front of a huge iron door. The password lock of this alloy door is the latest explosion-proof alloy password lock. This password lock is randomly changed every half an hour, so there is no possibility of being cracked at all.
Looking at the large iron door in front of him, Li Guoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, because according to the information, this large iron door made of special alloy is behind the basement where secret documents are stored.
The data also shows that this alloy door leading to the basement with a thickness of more than one meter is equipped with explosion-proof devices. If the password lock is opened without the correct password, it will use ordinary blasting methods to blow up the entire building and collapse the door, and the door may not be damaged at all.
Since stealing these important information is an important goal of this operation, they must have thought about the method to deal with this large alloy iron gate.
Li Guoqing reached out and made a gesture to everyone behind him. A subordinate immediately took out a long ceramic container from the tool box in his hand, and then walked up and poured a light green liquid inside on the password lock.
Accompanied by the sizzling sound, this liquid that is newly developed by Qiming University Materials Laboratory, which is extremely corrosive to special alloys, melts the code lock made of this special alloy directly like ice and snow.
Just as the password lock was corroded, the alarm installed in the duty room of the British Ministry of Defense finally emitted a sharp and harsh alarm sound.
Colonel Hassan, who was on duty, immediately reported to his old superior Lieutenant General Meg that the secret underground laboratory where the British Intelligence Agency stored secret documents and materials had been invaded by unknown militants.
What, you say it again?
When Lieutenant General Meg received this unfortunate news, he had just attended a private party of friends. With the help of his wife, he walked out of a luxurious villa. When he understood the meaning of the other party's words, his head suddenly sounded like he was struck by lightning.
In the basement of the British building, the secret underground laboratory that stores secret documents has been forcibly invaded by unknown militants by violent means.
A cold wind blew, and Lieutenant General Meg, who was scared into a cold sweat, couldn't help but tremble, and threw away his wife's support and bent down into the car, then connected Major General Joseph, the commander of the 36th Special Brigade stationed near London, and ordered the other party to use all helicopters immediately to transport as many special forces as possible to the designated location in the shortest time. The terrorists who invaded the British Intelligence Building must not leave the building alive.
Before hanging up the phone, Lieutenant General Meg suddenly gave Major General Joseph an order that made his heart twitch suddenly. If the situation is out of control, the entire building and the basement below will be blown up. You must not let the information about the secret laboratory below the intelligence building be leaked. Do you understand?
After thinking for a while, Lieutenant General Meg answered the London Police Chief's phone number and ordered the other party to immediately block all blocks within one kilometer of the British Intelligence Building. When the other party asked what reason to use, Lieutenant General Meg said directly without thinking: A shopping mall near the British Intelligence Building was attacked by a terrorist organization's biological and chemical weapons. This reason is reasonable and should not arouse people's suspicion.
At this time, at the entrance of the basement of the British Intelligence Building, a deep-heavy alloy iron gate was finally pushed open with the joint efforts of everyone, which could allow people to enter and exit.
Perhaps because the mission is about to be completed successfully, even Li Guoqing, who has always been serious, had an unhidden smile on his face, and smiled at everyone beside him and said: If you want to know the real cause of Princess Diana's death, and all kinds of secret brothers in Britain a hundred years later, come with me!
The treasure house door in front of him finally opened his clothes in front of him like a bitch who was selling for money. Li Guoqing walked over and stretched his head out of the gap, but everything he saw in front of him really scared him.
Under the dim light behind the alloy iron gate, dozens of fully armed security personnel holding the M5 powerful new automatic rifle were aiming the black hole in their hands at this side. Two medium tanks were parked behind these security personnel, and a light metallic luster emitted from the surface of the tanks means that the surface of these tanks is covered with the latest W23 composite steel plate.
Oh my God, which bastard provided the information that the British Intelligence Agency did not have heavy weapons!
Looking at all this in front of him, Li Guoqing reflexively retracted his head.
At this time, the British Intelligence Agency's originally empty gate suddenly appeared from somewhere, pointing at them and asking loudly, saying: You guys from the municipality, why are you here to do so late? Don't you know that this is a confidentiality department and ordinary people are not allowed to enter and exit at will?
At this time, these municipal bureau staff should have already picked up girls in the bar, but now they are forced to work overtime here in such ghost weather, so of course they will not be in a good mood. So they shouted at these always-on-devil guys and said: Damn, who would like to work overtime to this ghost place to repair pipes in this ghost place? Are they not the damn bureaucrats of the municipal bureau? They ask us to repair the damn sewers, otherwise I will have already picked up girls in the bar now.
Seeing that the other party was still looking at them with suspicion, the pipeline maintenance squad leader then added an unhappy sentence, saying: If you don’t believe it, you can call the municipal bureau to verify it!
This British man, who was probably the small leader of the agent, took out his phone and called the service department of the municipal bureau. After receiving the other party's affirmative reply, he carefully asked the maintenance team's number and name, and then carefully looked at the breastplate of the workers. Then he waved his hand to let the other agents slowly disperse and return to the dark corner to hide.
For some reason, these pipe repairmen always made him feel very uneasy, but after looking at these guys from the municipal bureau again and not finding any suspicious places, he could only attribute this feeling to mental allergy, so he waved his hand to signal that the other party could conduct maintenance.
Damn it must be that the sewer inside the building is blocked. It seems that the brothers are busy tonight!
A group of dissatisfied workers checked the sewer at the door of the British Intelligence Agency, but did not find out where it was blocked. They couldn't help but start cursing.
The maintenance squad leader walked to the agent next to him, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: Dear Mr. James Bond, it seems that the sewer under the building is blocked, so we have to go in and repair it now. If we can't go in, we will definitely not be able to repair this damn sewer pipe. Why don't we complete the relevant procedures in a few days before repairing it?
Seeing the other person's face showing a embarrassed look, the maintenance squad leader continued: But at that time, your British Intelligence Service will be flooded with sewage and become the largest public toilet in the British Empire.
The agent thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said helplessly: You can go in, but don’t blame me for not reminding you guys from the municipality that people with curiosity here will not be welcomed!
Because the sewer is very blocked, I just called the headquarters and there may be brothers sending them to clear the tools later.
The pipe squad leader greeted the agent in front of him, and then led his men to the gate of the British Intelligence Agency
Two subordinates were recruited and accompanied the eight pipe repairmen into the gate. The agent leader then picked up the phone and ordered the brothers on duty in the surveillance room inside, saying: Stare at these guys!
In the duty room, several agents were holding steaming coffee in their hands and joking with each other. One of the agents comfortably took a sip of the strong coffee in the cup, and smiled and said to the colleague next to him: We are so lucky. It was not our turn to be on duty in such a bad weather.
It's Ah!
An agent next to him said: But the brothers outside are going to be in trouble. In such a ghost weather, they still have to be on duty outside. It's really a big deal.
Another agent who seemed to be reading a newspaper stuck his head out from behind the newspaper and scolded him: Everyone is a colleague, who knows if we are unlucky next time? You guys who are gloating should be careful to watch which pipe repair workers you should not cause any major problems because of our dereliction of duty!
Boss, please rest assured. It is not the time of war. Who are the damn al-Qaeda who only knows how to scare the people with suicide attacks and create panic? Do you still dare to attack the heavily guarded British Intelligence Agency?
The older agent couldn't help but smile when he heard this. The British intelligence agency had been peaceful for more than half a century, and I think I wouldn't be so unlucky that I encountered a terrorist attack just now.
Just when these agents were complacent that they didn't have to go on duty outside, a breathless and odorless hypnotic gas slowly overflowed from the special ventilation ducts of the roof office, and was sucked into the body by the duty personnel in the monitoring room below through the air flow.
Is the coffee too light today, why did you want to go to bed so early?
An agent sitting next to the surveillance console in the surveillance room thought it was because of coffee too much today, but when he saw that the colleagues next to him started yawning, he finally realized something was wrong, so he quickly reached out to press the red alarm in front of him.
Whoosh...
At this moment, a sharp little dagger drew a wonderful straight line in the air with a strong wind, accurately penetrating the agent's hand that reached on the red button, and immediately made the agent scream like a pig killing cry.
The agent whose right hand was nailed and unable to move raised his right foot and kicked the alarm hidden under the desk, but his movements were too late. A sharp dagger gently cut off his throat, causing him to finally not to ring the alarm bell
He took out a silent pistol equipped with a muffler, and Li Guoqing gave each agent who was sleeping and gave a peanut, then he took out a phone call to report and said: The boss's monitoring room has been completed!
very good!
Chen Qing, who was sitting in Renault's car, heard that Li Guoqing was going well, so he picked up the phone and ordered Chen Juntang on the other side, saying: Where is Li Guoqing doing well? It's your turn to show off your skills. Don't let me down.
Before hanging up the phone, Chen Qing did not forget to give a reminder and said: Do it cleanly, it is best not to leave too many tails!
At around 9 o'clock in the evening, two streets near the British Intelligence Agency had a serious traffic accident almost at the same time. Cars of all sizes squeezed several roads and were blocked. Although the traffic police arrived at the scene immediately and began to clear the traffic.
But facing the cars that had already been blocked throughout the street, these competent police officers were helpless and could only carry forward the spirit of the ant helper and began to slowly clear the traffic bit by bit. In the British Intelligence Agency not far away, a bloody massacre has begun.
A maintenance car from the London Municipal Council drove over, and the small agent leader who was rotating at the door came forward and complained: You guys are so efficient. The first batch has been in for fifteen minutes before you bring the dredging tools!
Chen Juntang, wearing a work uniform of the London Municipal Council and wearing a raincoat, walked out of the repair car and complained in a very helpless tone, saying: If it weren't for the tight urging of the above, we wouldn't want to run out to repair the pipes in such a ghost weather!
Thinking that he had to be on duty outside in such a ghost weather, several agents with the same feelings shook their heads helplessly, and couldn't help but mutter: Damn, this ghost weather is really not a job for people to do!
These agents complained a few times, so they turned around and walked towards the entrance hall, preparing to hide in the building and rest for a while. What dead bureaucrats are either at home or at mistresses now and will definitely not run out to check the post in such a ghost weather
At this time, the little agent leader had a flash of inspiration in his mind and suddenly understood why he always felt something was wrong: Damn, how could all the staff of the London Municipal Council be yellow-skinned yellow people?
However, the little leader no longer had the chance to warn his companions, because a sharp dagger had gently cut his neck and sent him and several colleagues into the arms of a kind God.
It seemed as if God was secretly helping Chen Qing. The raindrops drifted in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, washing away the blood stains at the door of the British Intelligence Agency without leaving any trace. The bodies of several agents were quickly moved to the rear compartment of the repair car. The whole process may be less than half a minute, so it did not attract the attention of few pedestrians on the road.
Chen Juntang made a gesture to the surveillance camera at the door, and then instructed several subordinates to uncover the iron cover of the sewer and pretended to insert a rubber tube for unblocking the sewer.
Heavy rain and all traffic nearby were blocked, making it very rare for vehicles to travel on the road. Residents nearby also enjoy the warmth of home because it rains. Several municipal emergency repair warning signs have been placed not far away to prevent vehicles from continuing to pass here.
Instructing several brothers to lurk in the dark to monitor the gate. Chen Juntang walked into the repair car again and changed into a straight black suit, and put a pair of wide-edged sunglasses on his face that could cover half of their faces. Then he led a dozen subordinates who were also dressed like ghosts and came out of the darkness openly.
A British front desk lady on duty in the hall put down the fashion magazine in her hand, looked at the group of men dressed in gangsters, frowned and asked: May I ask, which one do you want to come here?
Chen Juntang walked over, looked at the beautiful British girl, and said with a smile: I am the messenger of the god of death, and I am responsible for saving you British guys with blood on your hands!
Before the front desk lady could react, Chen Juntang had already put his hand on her neck, and then with a little force, he heard a click, turning the British girl's neck into a nunchaku that Bruce Lee played.
A British woman took off her loose suit and exposed a female professional suit under her. Then she sat directly into the desk, picked up the fashion magazine on the table and read it.
Chen Juntang, with others, followed the inside diagram of the building, and walked towards the office area of the Sixth Intelligence Department inside the building, preparing to find a bold and brave Major General George who dared to provoke the boss's authority and talked about it.
(Chen Qing has learned in advance that this Major General George is on duty tonight)
At this time, Li Guoqing had also taken his men to the basement of the British Intelligence Building, because where were there important information archives from the British Intelligence Department that had been established for a hundred years?
In order to keep the information confidential, the intelligence departments of various countries usually have an unwritten rule, that is, important information cannot be stored in computers, but must be stored in hidden places in other forms.
This time, in addition to teaching the British intelligence department a lesson, Chen Qing also had an important purpose, which was to find this secret place for storing important documents, get these things that were related to the reputation of many senior officials of the British Empire, and then use these things to threaten which British officials and force these officials who have the state machinery to surrender.
Li Guoqing held the GPS positioning system in his hand and quickly marched towards the basement according to the instructions of the instruments in his hand. As for the unlucky people who met along the way who did not inhale hypnotic gas and fell asleep because they were wandering outside, they were all accompanied by the sound of silent pistol fired, and they went to see God.
According to the instrument guidelines, Li Guoqing finally arrived in front of a huge iron door. The password lock of this alloy door is the latest explosion-proof alloy password lock. This password lock is randomly changed every half an hour, so there is no possibility of being cracked at all.
Looking at the large iron door in front of him, Li Guoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, because according to the information, this large iron door made of special alloy is behind the basement where secret documents are stored.
The data also shows that this alloy door leading to the basement with a thickness of more than one meter is equipped with explosion-proof devices. If the password lock is opened without the correct password, it will use ordinary blasting methods to blow up the entire building and collapse the door, and the door may not be damaged at all.
Since stealing these important information is an important goal of this operation, they must have thought about the method to deal with this large alloy iron gate.
Li Guoqing reached out and made a gesture to everyone behind him. A subordinate immediately took out a long ceramic container from the tool box in his hand, and then walked up and poured a light green liquid inside on the password lock.
Accompanied by the sizzling sound, this liquid that is newly developed by Qiming University Materials Laboratory, which is extremely corrosive to special alloys, melts the code lock made of this special alloy directly like ice and snow.
Just as the password lock was corroded, the alarm installed in the duty room of the British Ministry of Defense finally emitted a sharp and harsh alarm sound.
Colonel Hassan, who was on duty, immediately reported to his old superior Lieutenant General Meg that the secret underground laboratory where the British Intelligence Agency stored secret documents and materials had been invaded by unknown militants.
What, you say it again?
When Lieutenant General Meg received this unfortunate news, he had just attended a private party of friends. With the help of his wife, he walked out of a luxurious villa. When he understood the meaning of the other party's words, his head suddenly sounded like he was struck by lightning.
In the basement of the British building, the secret underground laboratory that stores secret documents has been forcibly invaded by unknown militants by violent means.
A cold wind blew, and Lieutenant General Meg, who was scared into a cold sweat, couldn't help but tremble, and threw away his wife's support and bent down into the car, then connected Major General Joseph, the commander of the 36th Special Brigade stationed near London, and ordered the other party to use all helicopters immediately to transport as many special forces as possible to the designated location in the shortest time. The terrorists who invaded the British Intelligence Building must not leave the building alive.
Before hanging up the phone, Lieutenant General Meg suddenly gave Major General Joseph an order that made his heart twitch suddenly. If the situation is out of control, the entire building and the basement below will be blown up. You must not let the information about the secret laboratory below the intelligence building be leaked. Do you understand?
After thinking for a while, Lieutenant General Meg answered the London Police Chief's phone number and ordered the other party to immediately block all blocks within one kilometer of the British Intelligence Building. When the other party asked what reason to use, Lieutenant General Meg said directly without thinking: A shopping mall near the British Intelligence Building was attacked by a terrorist organization's biological and chemical weapons. This reason is reasonable and should not arouse people's suspicion.
At this time, at the entrance of the basement of the British Intelligence Building, a deep-heavy alloy iron gate was finally pushed open with the joint efforts of everyone, which could allow people to enter and exit.
Perhaps because the mission is about to be completed successfully, even Li Guoqing, who has always been serious, had an unhidden smile on his face, and smiled at everyone beside him and said: If you want to know the real cause of Princess Diana's death, and all kinds of secret brothers in Britain a hundred years later, come with me!
The treasure house door in front of him finally opened his clothes in front of him like a bitch who was selling for money. Li Guoqing walked over and stretched his head out of the gap, but everything he saw in front of him really scared him.
Under the dim light behind the alloy iron gate, dozens of fully armed security personnel holding the M5 powerful new automatic rifle were aiming the black hole in their hands at this side. Two medium tanks were parked behind these security personnel, and a light metallic luster emitted from the surface of the tanks means that the surface of these tanks is covered with the latest W23 composite steel plate.
Oh my God, which bastard provided the information that the British Intelligence Agency did not have heavy weapons!
Looking at all this in front of him, Li Guoqing reflexively retracted his head.
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