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When Wood saw the "Robe of Law" blocking him, he knew that his risky return was a failure.

But he was not willing to accept it.

As an ace spy, he had encountered countless dangers in his life. The current situation was far from being "desperate".

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the turning point to come.

For some reason, the intelligence chief also came.

Moreover, this guy actually walked to a place no more than twenty steps away from Wood.

This distance was simply within reach for Wood!

As a high-level ranger, he was best at this kind of mid-range raid. At this distance, he only needed two steps at most to rush to the opponent. And with his pace when sprinting, it would take about two or three steps for ordinary people to blink.

How long does it take to blink?

Few people have calculated it because it is too short.

Wood felt so in the past, but this time, he felt that the time was still a little too long.

If it could be shorter, it would be better!

It happened in a flash. He had already rushed in front of the intelligence director, and the sword on his waist had been drawn.

He rushed over not to chat with the other party, nor did he want to negotiate anything. He only planned to do one thing.

Kill!

The reason why he wanted to kill the intelligence director was that personal grudges were only a minor reason. The main reason was that he felt that this person could not be kept alive.

A guy who could frame the ace spy of the Federation for a little jealousy, no matter how high his status was, was only suitable for a sinecure, not for being a supervisor in a key department.

However, this guy is now a supervisor, and he is still in one of the most important departments of the Federation, the intelligence department.

What's worse is that this guy has been the intelligence director for more than ten years.

This is a mistake! A very serious mistake!

Wood decided to correct it.

This may be the last thing he does for the Federation, so he wants to do it well, beautifully, and without any mistakes.

Over the years, he rarely made mistakes in his missions, and he didn't want to tarnish his glorious resume at the last moment.

So he hoped to be faster, so fast that no one could react, so fast that the intelligence chief would not even have time to resist or escape, that would be great!

Wood tried his best. This was the first time since he entered the advanced level.

He was a little surprised to find that his pace was faster than before, and his sword was also faster than before.

It was not much faster, but he was already very fast. On that basis, even if it was just a little faster, it would be a huge improvement.

Just like the 100-meter race on Earth, running 11.5 seconds is considered the level of a professional athlete; 11 seconds is considered the level of a national athlete; 10.5 seconds is considered the level of a world-class athlete; 10 seconds is the level of a qualified athlete to run in the Olympic finals; 9.5 seconds, at least until Sui Xiong crossed over, no one on Earth could run this result.

100 meters, from 11.5 seconds to 9.5 seconds, a total of only two seconds.

The distance of 20 steps is about the same as 15 meters on Earth, less than one-sixth of 100 meters.

At this distance, a strong man who has won all the championships in physical competitions on the earth and raised the world record to a level that makes future generations despair, sprinted a little faster than before. What does this mean?

There is a word that is very suitable to describe it.

As fast as thunder and lightning.

At least for the intelligence director, he is really "as fast as thunder and lightning".

When Wood sprinted, he couldn't react at first. When he reacted, it was probably one tenth of a second, or a little longer.

Anyway, when he came to his senses, Wood had already rushed in front of him. He even saw the cold light of Wood's sword.

A little cold light.

At this moment, the intelligence director's thoughts were faster than he could imagine. He remembered a lot of things in a mess, but like water on sand, it seeped into it in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

He wanted to react, for example, he also carried a sword, he could draw his sword to fight; for example, he carried several high-level magic scrolls, he could cast spells; for example, he had several good magic props, as long as they were activated, he could not only save himself, but even kill Wood.

But he just "thought".

Apart from thinking, he could do nothing.

His body could not keep up with the speed of his mind. He watched Wood rush in front of him and saw him draw his sword to stab him; he saw his bodyguards trying to stop him, but they didn't even have time to take a step or draw their swords; he saw the deputy in charge of spy work with a look of astonishment and a dumbfounded look; he saw the great magician he had just contacted was stunned at first, then his face was full of anger, and a strong wave of magic power rose from his body.

He also saw at least four or five magical lights rushing from all directions, probably to stop Wood; he saw that there was also a magical light blooming on his body, probably because the magic prop used to save his life was passively activated.

But he could only "watch".

Really, he could only "watch".

When the cold light got closer and closer, piercing towards his forehead before all attacks and defenses, he even paused in his thoughts.

Everything was meaningless to him at this moment.

Except for the cold light that was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

(How beautiful!)

The stagnant time, the various magics coming from all directions, and the sword that was faster than any magic.

(How beautiful!)

When Wood's sword pierced his forehead and blew almost half of his head with a strong fighting spirit, his mind was full of such thoughts.

If someone carefully examined his body, they would find that the expression on his face after being stabbed by Wood in front of him was not fear or astonishment, but a sincere and pure admiration without any impurities.

The sword light flashed and then there were magic lights of various colors.

Most of these magic lights fell on Wood, and only one fell on the intelligence director, which was in harmony with the one on his body.

However, it was useless because the person was already dead.

The situation was similar for the lights that attacked Wood.

When the first light fell on Wood, his speed slowed down instantly, so slow that it was almost like the "freeze frame" in a movie or TV show.

Then, the second ray of light fell, and his face instantly turned gray, and the vitality quickly stripped away from him.

The third ray of light, half of his body became withered, and the enchanted rapier in his hand lost its luster and even showed a little rust.

The fourth ray of light, there was no life in his eyes, and the whole person fell sideways.

Before he fell to the ground, the fifth ray of light had already turned him into dust.

The rest of the lights that followed, all fell into nothing.