Boom~

The door was kicked open.

Internally, it is still the FBI.

"majesty?"

This time you can get experience points for free.

Then they should also have detailed information about companies that rent offices.

Judging from the situation, it seems that the suspect was blocked at home by the patrol police and tried to rush out. In the end, he was shot to death by Boss Dean.

He came here to use the authority of the intelligence system here to obtain the most authentic employee information of Mrs. Jin’s Department Store Foreign Trade Company as quickly as possible.

If it's just two people.

Zila~

"knew!"

"Quiet!!!"

Through the door, you can see a gloomy-looking man, stepping over a fallen body, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a gun in the other, walking towards the outside.

Think of this.

The office is currently understaffed.

In fact, most bomb disposals are more appropriately described as detonations.

In the surveillance room, a video equipment was set up, aimed at a countdown timer, and there was a human-shaped mark with an upside-down cross beside it, which was the organizational symbol of the Holy Church of Heaven that Dean had seen before.

If we follow the plot in the movie, such a long time would be enough to defuse a dozen time bombs, not to mention several time bombs, or even time nuclear bombs.

Blood kept dripping from his face and chest, turning him into a bloody man.

Phew~

Cheston took a puff of smoke, relaxed his body, leaned on the soft back chair, squinted his eyes slightly, and lamented the deserted and quiet atmosphere of the Los Angeles office today.

"wrong!"

"Boss, you mean, the case is closed?" Carlo was even more confused.

Dean was not interested in listening to Carlo's dry praise.

Accompanied by electronic noise, a female voice responded unhappily.

Externally, it is the CIA that exports a large number of spies every year.

Just when Cheston was in fear of life and death and thinking wildly.

Dean doesn't know how to defuse bombs.

A big hand, like a ghost, stretched out from the newly opened door, grabbed the strong man's neck as he rushed out, and snapped it.

Sudden.

[Kill the elder of Lucifer Game Organization - Double Hound, detect California's "Desperate Hunger Games" in advance, experience value +3000, level 20 (2600/3800), attribute point +1, skill point +1]

It has only been a few days since the Miniature Killer and Hot Girl appeared in Los Angeles. I am afraid that the two people have been in contact for even less time, and it is unlikely that they will have time to create so many smoke bombs.

She finally panicked and said angrily to the communication: "Xiong, come and help me!"

The United States has two major intelligence organizations.

Cheston raised his bloody face: "You are provoking the authority of the FBI. I will wait for you to accompany me below!"

Everyone is dead, and there is no point in worrying about this anymore.

Through the glass of the guard box, Dean found the security guard inside, lying on the table, seemingly sleeping.

at this time.

Even though this is just a branch, security is weak.

There are no less than ten people working in the office, why did it suddenly become so quiet?

Cheston opened his eyes suddenly.

The gun moved downwards and was pointed at Chestern's little brother: "Of course, you can also choose to become an incomplete man and die in pain."

Moreover, I had only contacted Chestern before, and I didn't feel anything strange about the other party at that time, which meant that no changes had been discovered here at that time.

After confirming that there were still more than nine minutes until the bomb detonated, he checked through the room's monitoring screen that the remaining people were on the fifth floor, and quickly rushed upstairs.

Until it goes out of the monitoring range.

But standing behind them is the behemoth FBI!

This is a bunch of reckless lunatics!

Fortunately, Dean just called.

The woman in the dog-face mask was delighted.

Because every time you defuse a bomb, you are gambling on your life!

Outside the courtyard, there is a sentry box.

In any case, he never thought that someone could quietly invade the FBI's premises and clean out everyone here!

This kind of office, similar to a police detective bureau, has a dozen to dozens of employees stationed in it, depending on the economic situation of the state and other reasons.

[Kill the mole FBI agent, detect the fake terrorist attack case, experience value +1000, level: 19 (3200/3600)]

Sudden.

Dean stepped on the accelerator to 120 yards and rushed to the FBI office in Los Angeles as quickly as possible.

Facing the black muzzle pointed at him, Chessington ignored the blood flowing into his eyes, as if questioning the dog-faced masked woman in front of him, and also seemed to question the world where black and white are indistinguishable.

From the communication device of the dog-faced masked woman, a man's low and angry voice also came from: "FK, we have been exposed, hound, are you not done yet? The two of us must detonate this place and evacuate!"

It also takes a lot of time to go back and check the information and identify the authenticity.

Dean looked past the man's body and towards the monitoring room, his expression slightly changed: "Fuck!"

People just left.

Click~

The sound of lighter echoed in the huge office.

Because after killing the suspect Park Bulong, no information about the closure of the case came from the detective panel.

"Boss Dean, are you okay?"

There was an explosion.

No wonder the other party contributed here so easily, as relaxed as returning to his own home!

But how could such a person who was once an FBI teacher suddenly transform into a crazed terrorist?

"Why?"

Carlo guessed correctly.

There is only one infiltrator left.

There are two possibilities.

Carlo shook his head quickly:

This person is none other than Dean!

Suspicion flashed in Carlo's eyes.

But Dean had examined the body he had shot.

Only then did he take out his cell phone and call for support.

But from when he saw the security inside to now, the other party's body didn't move at all, which was obviously abnormal!

Eliminate the opponent is a master of long breathing.

The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and his lips trembled for a long time, but he was unable to utter a complete sentence because of fear.

at the same time.

Two pieces of information also flashed through Dean's mind:

You'll know just by looking at the situation on site.

But this guy's hands are rough and full of calluses. At first glance, he looks like someone who often spends time at the shooting range. His finger bones are thick and he doesn't care much about them. It's unlikely to be a real miniature model.

Dean dropped the strong man's body.

Regardless of whether it was the Lucifer Games organization or the terrorist organization behind the previous counterfeit money case, Dean did not want to risk his life.

Under her voice, a man's scream could be vaguely heard.

Come to the door.
To be continued...