Rebirth of the Super Banking System

　　 "I want to cry!"

　　 "Hold on!"

　　 "No tears."

　　 The three French and German scientists kept comforting themselves, calm, and must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.

what! what! what! what!

　　 woo woo!

Seems like yes.

　　......

　　 soon.

　　 In the melodious music.

　　 The king came to power.

　　 With a smile on his face, at this moment, all the cameras are aimed at the three figures with different painting styles. Many of the older people are present. Many people have gone to Myanmar for treatment and have friendly eyes.

of course.

　　 is also unfriendly.

　　 tell the truth.

　　Many people can't wait to tie up the three of them and ask questions about the preparation technology of the original transcription solution. It is not entirely economical, and there is curiosity, especially scientists, which is really tickling.

　　 Two years.

　　 No progress, no one will catch the blind.

　　 "Congratulations."

　　 "Thank you for your contribution to the world medical community."

　　"..."

　　 In the face of the media, while thanking, the king murmured in his heart, hoping that the consortium would not make too much noise, otherwise, Sweden would lose its face in the world, and he was helpless.

　　 Capital.

　　 has already controlled everything.

　　 King?

　　 It’s good to be able to maintain your status, just to save face. After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and blood are the marks of this land. Only with the royal family can capital have hereditary dignity.

　　 Otherwise.

　　Pure capital.

　　 No matter how strong it is.

　　 is just a pile of money, not money with ‘honour’.

　　. . .

　　 "It's not over yet."

　　 outside the concert hall.

　　 At the top of a building, two men wearing black clothes and holding binoculars are looking down nervously. They were transferred from the United States. Looking back on last month, they can’t help but throb.

one night.

　　 Hundreds of people died, all of whom were elites.

present day.

　　 They may have to face the same enemy. Thinking of this, the palms of their hands are sweating, and they are walking in the dark. They know how terrible a hidden opponent is. That is really terrible.

　　 "A9 observation point, normal."

"Roger that."

every minute.

　　 have to report.

　　 Put down the communicator and continue. The top of the tall buildings around the entire concert hall are all their people, in groups of two or three, to monitor all suspicious persons, and there are more people on the ground.

　　 "Uh."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

'talk. ’

　　 "I feel that I am being stared at." One of them frowned. This feeling was strange, not murderous. He was very sensitive in this regard not long after he came off the battlefield.

　　 "Which direction?"

　　"..."

　　 I am not a god, how do I know.

　　 See it.

　　 The companion reacted, too. It’s strange to know that, suddenly, the person said again: "I always feel that we are not surrounded by others, but we are surrounded. I hope that I am suspicious."

　　 just for an instant.

　　 He remembered.

　　 That kind of feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't pay much attention to it before, because I am an ambush, which is impossible at all, but when I think of the mystery of that power, I can't be sure.

"Surrounded by?"

　　 Companion was taken aback.

　　On intuition.

　　 That person was much stronger than himself. He was only from the CIA and was skilled in professional skills, but instinctively, he was still an elite special soldier compared to the frontline soldiers, and the gap was not small.

　　 "Are you sure?"

"Do not."

"what?"

　　 "It just feels that the atmosphere is weird, be careful."

　　 finished.

　　 The special soldier squinted his eyes and looked around with his binoculars. Some people could still be seen on the roof of the building. After turning around, no suspicious person was found. Everything was normal to terrible.

be quiet.

　　 Quiet.

Ok?

　　 The man suddenly felt aroused. It was too quiet. It was so quiet. The familiar breathing sound disappeared. Suddenly, his whole body was erected, and he turned his head with difficulty. In an instant, he was frightened.

　　 companion.

　　 is gone.

　　 was replaced by a strange face.

　　 this moment.

　　 was smiling at him. The smile he felt was more terrifying than any smile in horror movies. It was terrifying. Because of the excitement, he was so frightened for a while that he couldn't speak.

　　 "HELLO."

　　This sentence.

　　 was the last word he heard before he woke up.

　　 Then.

　　 When my eyes go dark, I don't know anything.

　　. . .

　　 "Normal."

　　 "Normal."

　　 "Normal."

　　"..."

　　 The information from all parties is aggregated to the Greek side.

　　Everything is normal, but this is normal, but it sounds so ironic. Last time I was in the United States, I heard that it was the same. It took a long time for the action to be over before I was discovered.

　　 normal?

　　 The less reassuring.

　　 suddenly.

　　 "There is a situation."

　　Management report.

"what?"

　　 The old man came in spirit.

　　 "There is a fight on Kovolo's side."

"coming."

　　 The news made the old man's eyes light. They were not afraid of accidents, they were afraid of calm and calm. The people of Kovolo, they actually didn't have any hope, they were just as cannon fodder in order to catch some fish.

　　 At this time.

　　 "The Seventeenth Observation Team lost contact."

"What?"

　　 "There is a message from Kovolo that their people are also missing, and they are decent." Two bad news in a row, loss of communication, in addition to signal shielding, is death, the latter is more likely.

　　 "Our people go too."

"Yes."

　　 Same.

　　 The message spread everywhere. A dozen teams of people drove in the direction reported by Kovolo, overtaking, speeding, and running red lights. The Swedish police on duty at night received the report but ignored it.

　　 tonight.

　　 If it is not the headquarters transfer.

　　 Otherwise.

　　 Stick to the post, this is an order.

　　. . .

"get off."

　　 A dozen off-road vehicles stopped outside a factory building. It was located in a suburban area, and the surrounding area was sparsely populated. Because the underground forces were rampant nearby, public security was poor, and few people came at night.

　　 But.

　　 Kovolo is the No. 1 underground power in the world.

　　 in front of it.

　　 These are little brothers, but the business is different. Kovolo has broken away from the low-level business model ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and favors the high-level underground forces. Strictly speaking, it is an upgraded version of the underground forces---the dark forces.

"Be careful."

　　 Dozens of people got off the car.

　　 looked at the factory building in the distance.

There.

　　 is surrounded by iron fences. Some lights in the workshop are still on and some lights are flashing. According to the description of the mission, only Kovolo’s people enter, and others are temporarily outside, ready to support at any time.

　　 "Go up."

　　 Nearly twenty fully armed Kovolo members marched on the wall.

　　 "Good professional."

　　 Rear.

　　 The people of the consortium kept nodding their heads. The members of Kovolo were all elites among the elite. At first glance, they are well-deserved. A considerable part of the CIA's global intelligence network is controlled by Kovolo.

　　 As expected.

　　 There are two brushes.

　　 soon.

　　 The people from Kovolo entered the factory.

　　 Only ten seconds.

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　"..."

　　 The fierce battle sounded, and the guards behind became tense. After nearly half a minute, the sound stopped. At night, they returned to the previous quietness. They wanted to know the result of the battle.

　　 "Kovoro support failed!"

　　 soon.

　　 There is a sound in the earphones.

　　 "Kovoro's new support is coming."

　　"..."

　　This style of painting.

　　 seems a little strange!