Rebirth

Ranch

“Want to cry!”

“Hold on!”

“No tears.”

Three French and German scientists continue to comfort themselves, calm, must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.

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I think so.

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Quickly.

The melodious music.

The king comes to power.

With a smile on his face, at this moment, all the cameras are aimed at the three silhouettes with very different painting styles. Many of them are present at the scene, and many people have gone to Myanmar for treatment, and their eyes are friendly.

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There are also unfriendly.

To be honest.

Many people can’t wait to tie the three together, forcing them to ask about the preparation technology of the transcription stock solution, which is not entirely economic benefits, but also curious, especially scientists, it really tickles.

Two years.

No progress, and no one is blind.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you for your contributions to the world medical community.”

“…”

In the face of the media, while thanking the king, he murmured in the heart, hoping that the consortium would not be too loud, otherwise, Sweden’s face would be thrown to the World, and he was helpless.

Capital.

Already control.

The king?

It’s good to be able to maintain your status. It’s just support. After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and Bloodline are the marks of this land. Only with the royal family can the capital have hereditary honor.

Otherwise.

Pure capital.

No matter how strong.

That’s a bunch of money, not money with honour.

. . .

“It’s not over.”

Outside the concert hall.

At the top of a building, two men wearing black clothed and holding Telescope looked nervously below. They were transferred from the United States. Thinking back to last month, they could not help jumping.

One night.

Hundreds of people died, and they were all elite.

Today.

They may have to face the same enemy. When they think of it, their palms are sweating, and they are walking in the dark. They even know how terrifying a hidden opponent is, which is really terrible.

“A9 observation point, normal.”

“Received.”

Every minute.

All have to report.

Drop the communicator and continue. At the top of the tall building all around the concert hall, they are all their people, two to three people, to monitor all suspicious people, and there are more people on the ground.

“Eh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

‘Say. ’

“I feel like I’m being stared at.” One of them frowns, this feeling is very strange, not the killing intent, he didn’t get off the battlefield for a long time.

“Which direction?”

“…”

I’m not God, I don’t know.

Seeing this.

The companion reacted, too, knowing that was strange, suddenly, the man said again, “I always feel that we are not surrounded by others, but that we are surrounded, I hope it is my heart.”

Just a moment.

He remembered.

The feeling is the feeling of being ambush. I didn’t pay much attention to it before, because I was an ambush side. This is impossible, but when I think about the mysterious power of that power, I can’t believe it.

“Surrounded?”

Companions stunned.

On intuition.

That person is much stronger than himself. He just came out of the CIA and is skilled in technology, but intuition, compared to the soldiers in the front line or elite special soldiers, the gap is not small.

“OK?”

“No.”

“Ah?”

“It just feels weird, be careful.”

End.

The special soldier narrowed his eyes, Telescope looked towards the Quartet, and some people could see his own staff on the top of the building. After turning around, no suspicious people were found. Everything was normal to terrifying.

Quiet.

Silent.

Huh?

The man suddenly shivered. It was too quiet, so quiet. The familiar breathing sound was gone. Suddenly, his whole hair was standing upright, he turned his head hard, and in a moment, scared the soul.

Companion.

It’s gone.

Instead, it is a strange face.

At the moment.

Laughing at him, that smile, he felt more terrifying and frightening than any horror smile. Because he was too irritating, he was scared for a while and he was speechless.

“HELLO.”

This sentence.

is the last word he heard before he was awake.

Next.

When it’s dark, you don’t know anything.

. . .

“OK.”

“OK.”

“OK.”

“…”

Messages from all parties come to Greece.

Everything is normal, but this is normal, but it sounds so ironic. Last time in the United States, I heard that it was the same. It took a while for people to finish their actions before they were discovered.

OK?

The less reassuring.

Suddenly.

“There are conditions.”

Reports from your peers.

“What?”

old man comes spirit.

“There is a battle over Kovoro.”

“Come here.”

This news made the old man’s eyes shine, not afraid of accidents, but also of calmness. The people of Kovoro did not really hope. They used to be cannon fodder in order to catch some fish.

At this time.

“Seventeen observation teams have lost contact.”

“What?”

“A message came from Kovolo, and their people have also lost contact, and the righteous sect has passed.” Two bad news in a row, the loss of contact, in addition to signal shielding, is death, the latter is more likely.

“Our people will also go.”

“Yes.”

Same.

The message spread to all places. A dozen team members moved towards the direction reported by Kovoro. They were overtaking, speeding, and crossing the red light. The police on duty at night in Sweden received the report but ignored it.

Tonight.

If it’s not the headquarters move.

Otherwise.

Keep your position. This is an order.

. . .

“Get off.”

A dozen off-road vehicles stopped outside a factory building. It is located on the outskirts of the city. The surrounding area is sparsely populated. Because the nearby underground forces run rampant and public security is poor, few people come at night.

However.

Kovoro is the No.1 underground force in the world.

In front of it.

These are all younger brothers, but their business is different. Kovolo has broken away from the low-level business model and favors high-level underground forces. Strictly speaking, it is an upgraded version of underground forces—Dark Forces.

“Be careful.”

Dozens get off.

Looking at the distant plant.

There.

Surrounded by an iron fence, some lights in the factory building are still on, and some lights are blinking. According to the mission description, only Kovolo people enter, take others temporarily outside, and are ready to support at any time.

“Up.”

Nearly twenty heavily armed Kovolo members posted against the wall.

“Good professional.”

Rear.

Consortium’s people can’t stop being nodded. Kovolo’s members are all elites. Now, at a glance, name is not in vain. A considerable part of CIA’s global intelligence network is under Kovolo’s control.

Sure enough.

There are two brushes.

Quickly.

Kovoro’s people enter the factory.

But a dozen seconds.

“da da da!”

“peng!”

“bang!”

“…”

The sound of fierce fighting sounded, and the squatting guards became tense. Nearly half a minute later, the sound stopped, and at night, they returned to their former quietness. They were eager to know the result of the fighting.

“Kovoro support failed!”

Quickly.

A sound is heard in the headphones.

“New support from Kovolo is coming.”

“…”

Sun, I ca n’t watch it again! Remember for a second, Zhai Shuyuan ().

It seems a little strange!