Chapter 5 Burial 2

Chapter 5 Burial (2)

However, he said that Zhao Yue rushed to the CIA New York branch immediately after leaving. There was nothing unusual outside the building. He sensed that the people inside were moving frequently, so he quietly broke the neck of the guard at the door and entered the building steadily and quickly. After work, there were few ordinary staff and administrative staff. There were only a few people on the third floor. They all died unconsciously. On the fourth floor was the information synthesis hall with many people. Zhao Yue stopped at the door for a while and went directly to the fourth floor of the top floor. The life of the people on the fourth floor was strong. He carefully sensed that there were thirty-six people. All of them have a long breath, and their heartbeats are slow and powerful.

Mark was standing in front of thirty-six heavily armed agents to speak. Suddenly, the door behind him was pushed open. He was so angry that he had to stop talking and wait for the report of the people who came in. After waiting for a while, there was no movement. Before meeting, everyone raised their guns behind him like a big enemy. He quickly turned around and looked Seeing a yellow man standing in front of him, it was the Chinese he was looking for everywhere. He suddenly laughed. When he recovered and said, "You Chinese have a saying, 'You Chinese have no place to find, and it takes no effort to get here.' We are looking for you everywhere, but you are sent to the door." He didn't think about it. How did Zhao Yue come in?

Zhao Yue asked blankly, "Did you kill my brother?" Why did you kill him?

Mark put his hands on his chest and shook his head and said, "He is too ignorant, and we don't want to cause diplomatic trouble. We have to send him to hell. It happens that you are here and you can go down to accompany him."

Zhao Yue laughed sadly: "Okay! OK! OK! Sooner or later, I'm going to accompany him, but today, I want all of you to be buried for him first." As soon as he finished speaking, he stamped his feet and disappeared in place. He saw him constantly flashing around the crowd. Cold lights passed through everyone's bodies. In an instant, blood sprayed, the limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and screams came one after another in less than a minute. Everyone is dead, it's a big deal! Quiet, Zhao Yue took the sword in his hand and went out of the door.

The staff on the third floor heard the screams on the fourth floor and rushed to the third floor to check the situation. Zhao Yue was condescending, and his body crossed the crowd like a sharp arrow. The sword in his hand kept waving quickly. The person who rushed up didn't even have a chance to shoot, and his body was cut into seven or eight pieces.

Zhao Yue went all the way through the crowd, rushed to the hall on the third floor, and slaughtered the rest of the people inside. He checked the body everywhere and did not see the living mouth. Then he went up to the fourth floor, found Mark's remaining body, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, looked through the address book, and then put it in his pocket and turned around. Out of the door, I found Mark's office in the innermost part of the fourth floor. I opened the drawer of the desk with brute force, and found a phone book and an anonymous Swiss bank card from the desk drawer. I looked at the back of the bank card. There was actually a set of alphanumeric mixed passwords on it, and all the negative partitions of the CIA were recorded on the phone. The contact information and address of the person in charge, as well as the list and contact information and address of all the spies Mark was responsible for entering other countries, Zhao Yue put the phone book and bank card in his pocket, went out of the door of the small building, and disappeared into the night.

The next morning, as soon as the first person to come to work entered the gate, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He hurried up to the third floor with the smell of blood. After a while, there was a panicked scream on the third floor. As soon as they reached the gate, the other office workers saw a man rolling out and crawling out, shouting, "Dead! They are all dead!"

At this time, the others knew that something big had happened when they saw him, and they hurried upstairs. After understanding what happened, a department was responsible for organizing personnel to survey the scene, and arranged personnel to block the news and report the situation to the superiors.

The next night, Taylor was having dinner with his wife and children at home. The phone rang. His wife answered the phone and called, "Honey, your phone." Mark walked over and went to pick it up. There was a deep voice from the old friend of the person in charge of New Jersey on the phone: "Taylor, you know, the head of the CIA branch in New Jersey was killed at home just now, and all the people on duty in the branch were killed. Now they are furious and want us to investigate with all our strength. Who did it? By the way, it started with you first. Do you have any clues?

Taylor did not answer his words, but asked, "Have you seen the scene?" What clues are there now?

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to shiver and replied, "Oh! Oh my God! It's so cruel! There is no complete body. Everyone seems to have been cut to death by very sharp instruments. The body and bones seem to have no resistance to the sharp instruments. The wound is very flat, just like when you reported to the headquarters.

Taylor was silent for a while and whispered, "Old friend, I have to tell you a very bad news. The CIA has caused a lot of trouble this time, but we have to guard against it. I suggest that you spread everyone out to inquire about the news and don't get together, so as not to be taken over by that person. None of the people killed had a chance to shoot, or the attacker was not afraid of gun attacks at all. According to the situation, the target of that person's attack should be the CIA, because the people in the New York branch of the CIA killed his brother. During the day, we found that the internal address book in Mark's mobile phone and desk was missing. It should have been taken away by that person. Now the situation is very bad. He knows the situation of the various partitions of the CIA. No one knows which branch he will attack the next moment. Now he should be thinking about what to do. You should know me. The FBI doesn't have any attack power in this level of confrontation. I think you just need to inquire about the news. We are just intelligence personnel. Although we are better than the police, I feel like an ant than that person."

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