Ke Xue: I Have A Duplicate Life Of My Wives

Time flies.

One night passed.

It's just dawn now.

At this time, the eighty-story building where Hanyu Shirasawa is located is empty.

Even within a few hundred meters of the building, all ordinary people were expelled from it.

And below the building.

Surrounded by cars, there were police cars, there were anti-terrorist unit cars, and even army troops.

Five helicopters circled around the building, but they did not dare to land on the top floor.

Because, there are already three helicopters scrapped in the distance, on a low building, burning with flames.

The tall building where Hanyu Shirasawa is located is not much better, and there is a puff of smoke coming out of it, and the glass of the building has basically been shattered.

This can be seen from here.

On this night, there was a very fierce fight.

Inside.

Hanyu Shirasawa was not on the top floor of the eightieth floor, but stayed on the seventy-eighth floor, guarding the entrance of the escape staircase to prevent people from rushing up.

Now he looks very embarrassed.

Especially the eyes, red and scary, there are many large and small wounds on the body, but they are not in the point.

The group of FBI people tried to catch him in order to rush up, but they used all kinds of weapons.

Tear gas, smoke grenades, and even arson are coming.

OK.

Hanyu Shirasawa has the plug-in of the Infinite High Explosive Grenade, and only needs to guard the only way up, which is how many people die.

Of course, the top floor was not spared, as long as he dared to get down from the helicopter, he either blown it up or shot him to death.

But after one night of consumption, it has basically exhausted the goblins.

What can defeat him now is the reason for the lack of physical strength.

The FBI and the New York police will rush up from time to time and do not give him time to rest.

But fortunately, after more than a hundred more people died, they finally converged.

After all, in such a big city, in the peaceful era, more than a hundred people who died are still police and FBI, no matter who the operational commander is this time, they must be responsible after the mission.

"Hey."∼"

Suddenly, the sound of a horn came from downstairs.

"Sir upstairs, can you hear me?"

"Say." Hanyu Shirasawa leaned against the wall and replied lightly.

"We have officially informed you that if you do not come down and surrender, we will bomb and destroy the entire building.

"The dog jumped off the wall."

Hanyu Shirasawa smiled.

The face is full of disdain.

This group of guys couldn't help him, and they actually wanted to use bombing to force him to surrender.

It seems that so many people have died, and the scene is no longer controllable.

But it is a pity that in the time period of the mission, he is the least afraid of death.

"Sir, are you listening?" The voice of the horn continued to shout.

"Ahem, in." Hanyu Shirasawa closed his eyes, and the effect of the tear gas was still there, causing tears to appear in the corners of his eyes again.

"You have been holding on long enough, and I believe that your deeds, after today, will definitely spread throughout the world." By the way, you should be from that organization, may I ask your geese district?"

"I... Brandy.

After Hanyu Shirasawa finished speaking, she ignored him and thought of the sound of not reminding him to complete the task all night, and there was a wry smile on his face.

Finally, he felt out the protected mobile phone and called Bell Red.

“...

(PTT foot.)

The other side.

In the villa, Bell Molder returned safely last night.

At this time, she was watching TV, which was live broadcasting, which happened to be Hanyu Shirasawa's side.

Suddenly, she heard her mobile phone ringing, saw the phone number on it, and was silent for a while and chose to connect.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was silent.

"Ahem." The voice of Hanyu Shirasawa coughing came from the phone, and then said hoarsely: "Sha... Absinthe, is it safe to go back?"

Bell Moded watched the live broadcast on TV, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered: "I'm back."

"Hmm.......... Tell you something. ”

"What?"

"yes, you're really hard to get it." Hanyu Shirasawa's voice was full of helplessness and ridicule:

"Compared to other women, it's really difficult to deal with. By the way, I like you and would love to be with you all the time. Ahem, don't laugh, this is the first time in my life to confess to a woman, you should feel honored. ”

Bell Mord was silent, clenching his fists deadly, his body trembling slightly.

"By the way, be tough in the future, don't listen to that old man in everything." Also, if you encounter such a dangerous thing in the future, don't go to it, you must live well, be healthy and healthy. I feel that we still have a chance to meet. ”

Bell Molder still didn't speak.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a speaker on the other side of the phone: "Mr. Brandy, if you don't speak, you should decide." By the way, I'm John M. Bush, the person in charge of last night's program. Starling, Mr. Alan Mackenzie has asked me to greet you, previously a stand-in, a death row prisoner. Goodbye, Mr. Brandy..."

Fierce.

She opened her eyes.

I looked at the TV in front of me.

A long flame cut through the sky, and finally smashed into the building.

"々'Boom"!

The building emitted flames and sky-high smoke, and then collapsed in an instant like a building block.

The world seemed to go quiet.

The phone in her hand came from a busy signal that the phone hung up.

Bell Molder felt that he couldn't breathe, his heart hurt so badly, he picked up his phone again, dialed a number, and said coldly:

"He's dead."

"I'm watching TV too. It's a pity that I didn't expect him to be so tenacious and hold out to this point. The same old voice as always, only this time the tone was full of regret.

"Obviously you could prepare an extra glider last night, why don't you put one more?"

"Oh?" The old man's voice was filled with surprise and surprise: "Sharon, why didn't you hide in the crowd yesterday and let him walk with a gliding wing." Because you are afraid, afraid of being exposed and caught. So, he was killed by you. But it's okay Sharon, we are all family, always selfish in our bones, there is no need to exclude yourself, as long as you believe in yourself, you are always right. ”

"Huh..." Bell Molder smiled, fell lightly to the ground, shrunk tightly, his body trembled vigorously, and muttered in his mouth:

"From now on, I will never listen to you again. As long as I don't want to do something, I will never help you again..."

Time is fast.

Fast forward a month later.

A big thing happened in the FBI.

John A. John, one of the two aces. Starling, who was killed at home, left behind an eight-year-old daughter.

According to her daughter, it was a mysterious woman who killed her father.

At the same time, there is another one left in John S. The fingerprints on Starling's glasses no longer have any clues.