Life Copy Game

Chapter 1161 Betrayal? (Two updates, please vote for me)

"I've sent a mechanical battalion over there,"

Ovi smiled and said, "The security forces of the two major consortiums are not real armies. They can fight with the wind, but it is difficult to face the regular army. However, the defense measures of your FBI building must be good enough to prevent them from jumping over the wall and breaking into Go into the building."

"Hopefully they won't break into the building."

Ho shrugged.

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Outside the FBI building

"How come those bastards from the city defense army are here?"

The middle-aged man stood on the high platform, looking at the armored troops coming densely through the streets, and shouted angrily.

"Boss, the city defense army said that we were suspected of assassinating the mayor and asked us to surrender."

The young man standing next to him said immediately.

"Damn it, which eye did he see when labor assassinated the mayor?"

The middle-aged man spat, "Ovie, this bitch, is just a dog we raised. He dares to bark at his owner. I'm afraid he has forgotten the time he stuck his butt and waggled his tail at us."

"Boss,"

The young man said cautiously, "Then do we want to surrender?"

"surrender?"

The middle-aged man raised his brows and knocked the young man next to him on the head angrily, "What are you dreaming about? Our two mercenary groups are outside. It will be a matter of time before the city is broken. Is it possible that Ovi is jumping around like this?" Do you dare to shoot at us? He wants to die?"

He picked up the walkie-talkie on his chest and shouted loudly, "Teams 1 to 3, turn the electromagnetic gun and aim it at the tank in front of you. Damn it, give these bastards some color."

As he finished speaking, the three small electromagnetic guns in the front row below began to deflect their guns, turn their muzzles, and aim at the armored tanks coming up the street outside.

Brilliant brilliance converged in their muzzles.

boom--

A violent sound suddenly exploded in the street.

The quiet earth trembled violently.

The middle-aged man standing on the high platform shook his body. In front of his field of vision, the electromagnetic gun at the front was penetrated by the shells falling from the sky and exploded to pieces before the muzzle was fully calibrated.

At the end of the street, the armored vehicle approaching quickly was turning its muzzle, which was emitting some smoke, to prepare for the next bombardment.

"You bastard, you bastard, you really dare to shoot at us!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand angrily, "Fight back! Fight back hard!"

However, before he could finish his words, thin shells fell from the sky.

Boom boom boom——

Accompanied by bursting flames and violent explosions, the neatly arranged electromagnetic cannons were blown into pieces that filled the sky before they could be fully activated.

The middle-aged man standing on the high platform wanted to say something, but the young man next to him immediately grabbed him and jumped off the high platform.

boom--

A cannonball hit the high platform they were standing on just now, directly blowing the entire high platform to pieces.

The terrifying heat wave blew the two people in the air away, and they rolled to the ground together with the splashing cement and rocks.

The young man hugged the middle-aged man, taking away most of the impact, and then staggered to help the middle-aged man up.

The dense sound of artillery had stopped briefly, and the square in front of the FBI building that was originally filled with electromagnetic guns from the security forces was now filled with smoke and dust that was like thick fog.

The middle-aged man looked at the thick fog behind him in confusion. The defense he had spent a long time setting up was completely destroyed by a wave of volleys from the opposite side.

Deep in the smoke and dust in the distance, some huge shadows were vaguely disturbing, which were armored tanks that were approaching quickly.

"Boss, this place is not suitable for defense. It's too open."

The young man supporting him said, "A wave of artillery shells came from the opposite side and disappeared. They are regular troops and their equipment is much better than ours. We can't beat them."

"Is there any place nearby that can be easily defended?"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses. Then he raised his head and saw the magnificent building in front of him. He became excited and shouted loudly, "This building, let's go into this building and kill the FBI people inside." Light, and then occupy this building to defend yourself.”

Hearing his words, the young man opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the middle-aged man had already picked up the walkie-talkie.

He adjusted the channel and shouted loudly, "Everyone, listen to the order. Let's enter the FBI building and guard the building! Guard the building! If you encounter anyone from the FBI inside, shoot to death!"

Then he loosened his grip around the young man, pulled out a gun from his waist, and said loudly, "Let's go in."

The young man glanced at him, and finally helped him and walked towards the building.

Soon, they arrived at the inside of the building, and behind them, a steady stream of security personnel were approaching.

The lobby on the first floor of the FBI was now deserted, with only dense metal gates blocking the way to the upper floors.

The middle-aged man let go of the young man, held the gun, took a look at the building, and sneered, "I thought these FBI bastards were so courageous that they hid."

He turned around, looked at the security members behind him, and said loudly, "This is the FBI building. Those city defense troops don't dare to bomb the building easily. They will only come in and fight with us. Everyone goes inside and looks for Hide somewhere to block the city defense troops coming from outside."

He waved his hand, "Come on, follow me. There must be a way to get up there. We have to give those FBI bastards a 'surprise'."

He was not really reckless. He knew very well that Ovi did not have the courage to offend the FBI and did not dare to bombard it. Now the building was safe.

Several security guards came out and followed the middle-aged man to the inside of the hall.

And the young man who had just walked with the middle-aged man also followed behind.

He raised his head and looked at the empty and clean hall.

The furniture inside the hall seemed to have been moved away. The view was very good, and various ornaments, statues and paintings on the wall could be clearly seen.

The bright sunlight shone into the hall from the surroundings, making the whole hall look bright and warm.

However, this warm sunlight did not make the young man feel comfortable. He followed at the end, carefully and nervously looking at every corner of the hall.

From the moment he entered the hall, he felt as if some invisible and dangerous eyes were 'spying' on him.

This spy was like countless fine needles hanging on his back, which could pierce his body at any time, making his muscles tense subconsciously.

But when he looked around, he didn't see any spy or camera.

He could only carefully follow the team and move forward slowly.

What he didn't notice was that behind him, the eyes of a deer head statue hanging on the wall slowly turned, revealing dark glass pupils, watching them.

At the same time, in the director's office at the top of the building.

The closed monitor suddenly lit up, and red squares were framed in the picture.

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FBI Building·Closed Area

In the narrow confinement room, the old man in plain clothes looked up at the wall.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel the slight tremor of the wall and the faint roar and explosion.

He raised his head, looked at the camera in the room, and shouted, "Is there anyone?!"

"What happened?!"

"Sott?! Hull?!"

He stood up, walked to the camera, and shouted loudly.

"Is there anyone?!"

After making sure that there was no response, he stepped on the stool, raised his hand, reached out to grab the camera, and tried to twist the position of the camera.

Then he found that the surface of the camera was covered with a very thin but extremely hard transparent glass cover.

He turned it a few times, but his palm slipped and did not turn it.

He got off the stool, grabbed the stool and smashed it at the camera, but it did not move after a few hits.

He looked around and finally gave up on the camera. Instead, he walked to the door and started to kick and pull the door violently.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the door at all.

Just at this moment, accompanied by a "click" sound like the sound of the lock cylinder turning, the whole door opened with a bang.

The old man did not notice it for a while, and the strength in his hand was empty. He directly opened the door and fell backwards.

Just at this moment, a man holding a Gauss pistol reached in from outside the door and pointed the muzzle at the camera in the corner.

Bang——

Accompanied by a slight sound, the camera wrapped in hard glass exploded with a bang.

The old man who fell to the ground was startled. He looked at the person standing outside the door and asked tremblingly, "What do you want to do?"

"Want to live?"

The figure outside the door put away the Gauss pistol and tidied the red hair on his head, "If you want to live, follow me."

"Why should I believe you?"

The old man's eyebrows sank and he said coldly.

"Whatever."

The red-haired man turned around and walked forward along the corridor outside the door.

Looking at the open door, the old man was silent for a moment, but still got up and quickly stepped out of the door.

He stood at the door and took a look, and found that the red-haired man went to the right.

After a brief thought, he stepped to the left.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go there."

The voice of the red-haired man gradually faded away came from the right.

The old man glanced at the red-haired man, raised his foot and tried to step to the left.

At this moment, a light sound rang on the ceiling above his head, as if something was about to fall from the ceiling.

The old man did not hesitate, immediately retracted his foot, and ran in the direction of the red-haired man.

The sound on the ceiling slowly disappeared, and the object that was about to descend was retracted.

"Oh, quite clever,"

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, the red-haired man laughed, "If it was a little later, it would have been shot into a sieve."

"What is that?"

The old man asked hoarsely.

"Nothing, just a hidden turret."

The red-haired man said casually.

"Turret?"

The old man suddenly widened his eyes, "You installed a turret in the corridor of your own office building?"

"What's the fuss about this,"

The red-haired man said casually, "It's normal for the FBI to have some security needs, right? Look, isn't it being used?"

The old man's face fluctuated, and there was a slight roar coming from outside.

Finally, he lowered his head and said hoarsely, "What happened outside?"

"The city defense army sent an armored mechanical battalion to wipe out your security forces. Now there is a fierce battle outside. Your security forces can't win, so some of them ran into this building and are now trying to open the passage up."

The red-haired man explained casually.

"etc?"

The old man was stunned, "City defense forces? City defense forces are attacking the security forces outside? Ovi dares to attack the security forces? Where is Locket? What is he doing? Can he allow Ovi to send troops into the city? What day is today?"

Hasn't he just stayed here for one night? How come the weather outside seems to have changed.

"The 30th, Sunday, you just stayed there for one night, and you didn't lose your memory,"

The red-haired man shook his head, "As for Locket, Locket is dead."

"Locket is dead!?"

The old man's eyes widened again.

"There are still many things you don't know."

The red-haired man stopped in front of the elevator, pressed the elevator button, and looked at the old man, "Don't run around, or I won't care if you get beaten to a pulp."

"Aren't you going to save me?"

The old man lowered his head, "Why don't you take responsibility for my safety?"

"There are more than one person locked up here,"

The red-haired man sneered, "If you die, you die."

The old man fell silent, he glanced at the fast-moving elevator, "Are you from the FBI? Why did you betray Soter? I don't even know your name?"

"Borrick,"

Borrick glanced at the elevator that had arrived, looked at the open elevator door, raised his hand slightly, and smiled, "You have a lot of questions. If you want to live, just leave, Mr. Wicken."

As he said that, he didn't care about Wicken's response and walked straight into the elevator.

Wicken was silent for a moment, and followed him to the elevator.

On the other side of the corridor, facing the direction of the elevator, a blonde girl in a figure oil painting slowly turned her bright eyes and watched the two people walking into the elevator.