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The high-end meeting was held as scheduled.

At the main table of the conference, the four big figures expressed their opinions and suggestions according to the procedures. There were hundreds of people in the audience, including officials from various countries and reporters from all over the world. For a while, the sound of cameras and keyboard tapping continued.

There are cameras everywhere to broadcast live footage in real time.

Zhang Ming and Natasha each stood in an inconspicuous corner, guarding against the big boss's sneak attack.

If I were the big boss, what should I do to break through all the obstacles and inject the medicine into the bodies of the four big men?

Zhang Ming has been thinking about this issue.

The situation at the scene was even more optimistic than Zhang Ming expected.

Because of the testing equipment, the blue agent could not be brought into the venue.

A large security team can ensure that these big figures cannot be easily taken out of the venue.

If the medicine can't come in and people can't get out, is it possible to rely on the threat of hostages?

Threaten the big shots to leave, or take the initiative to inject medicine?

Zhang Ming gave up the idea. Regardless of human nature and selfishness, from the perspective of national security, it was impossible for them to do this.

What to do?

A Bizhan coin appeared between his fingers. His index finger and thumb slowly rubbed the pattern of the coin, and Zhang Ming racked his brains to think.

The meeting went according to pace and soon came to the question and answer session for reporters.

"I heard that vicious demonstrations are breaking out in New York, about the superhero culture that has recently become popular in the United States. I wonder, Mr. President, what do you think?" a reporter stood up and asked.

"Superheroes?" Mr. President said with a smile: "I prefer to call them enthusiastic citizens."

"But these 'enthusiastic citizens' are committing atrocities against ordinary people. I would like to ask, according to the U.S. Constitution, is this kind of behavior legal? If it is not legal, why didn't you take action?"

It's a tough question, but it expresses the sentiments of many journalists.

Now New York is in an uproar. As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. In terms of attention, the riot in front of the New York City Hall was much bigger than this high-end conference now.

"I think this issue has nothing to do with this meeting," Mr. President chose to avoid talking.

But before he finished speaking, gunfire suddenly came from outside the conference building, and it was not ordinary gunfire, it was very dense, as if this was not Vienna, the capital of music, but a battlefield in the Middle East.

"Protect!"

Security teams from various countries gathered around and the four big shots were protected together.

Zhang Ming walked to the window. There were gunshots and explosions everywhere, and nearly a hundred armed men were charging into the building with guns drawn.

"Not militants!"

Natasha tightened her grip on the railing, and the back of her hands turned white from excessive exertion.

"They are a group of ordinary people, ordinary people controlled by big bosses!"

When I walked in, I discovered that there were office workers in suits, women in floral skirts, and even old people in the crowd. Under the control of the big boss, they held guns and charged at the defense line regardless of life or death.

"This lunatic! Does he want to force his way in?" Zhang Ming couldn't believe it.

Natasha stared down, "Maybe, as long as he has enough blue potion, he can create unlimited soldiers who are not afraid of death."

Zhang Ming looked at the corpses on the ground. There were ordinary people and security personnel.

Tragedy is happening every second.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming's heart seemed to be grabbed.

He saw a group of children.

The children took childish steps, opened their arms, and ran towards the building with sweet smiles on their faces, and their bodies...

Tie a bomb!

"What the hell"

Zhang Ming stepped on the window, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

He turned around and saw that four important figures were being protected in the center. Except for government officials, the reporters were all kicked out of the venue.

It's still foolproof.

At least that was the case until the army of puppets outside broke through the defense line.

"I'll go down and you stay to protect them." Zhang Ming made the decision, "Arrange the agents to search for the big boss. He is in this city now. We must find him!"

Natasha nodded heavily.

The children are getting closer and closer. The security personnel are all top veterans, but their muzzles are shaking.

No one wants to shoot a child.

but……

A choice must be made.

A security guard's eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stabilize the muzzle of the gun. He was about to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a silver-white hook and chain came over, and several children were tied together. Then a figure flashed past, the children fainted, and the bombs on their bodies were also removed.

Zhang Ming threw the bomb aside, and countless pairs of puppet eyes stared at him, showing a stern smile.

"I knew you were coming."

In Vienna, in the presidential suite of a certain hotel, the big boss was wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed Zhang Ming through the puppet's eyes.

Zhang Ming shuttled among the crowd, and the electricity generated by his love overflowed. He saved innocent people one after another. The members of the security team breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but cheer for him!

"Cheer, after all, this is your last performance."

The big boss in the distance sipped the red wine and muttered: "Other idiots think your ability is teleportation, but you have used it in front of me too many times, and your ability is not teleportation at all."

"It's about time reversal."

The big boss who has returned to his human form can think at a speed far faster than that of an ordinary person.

"The reversal time is about five to six seconds. It's really a terrifying ability. But it has been more than ten seconds since you left the meeting. You can't reverse time and return to the meeting room. The next step is..."

The big boss snapped his fingers.

An official in the conference room suddenly stood up and rushed towards Natasha!

In less than half a second, the officer was subdued.

But at the same time, another official pulled out a gun hidden in his calf and pointed it at the four big shots before anyone could react.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

After four shots, he turned the gun on himself and ended his life with another shot.

The scene fell into extreme chaos.

How come he has a gun!

Why did the big boss kill them? Wasn't he trying to control them?

Countless thoughts appeared in Natasha's mind, but compared to these, there was another thought that appeared first.

That's because the other party's speed is frighteningly fast. It's not like ordinary people at all. No, even veterans can't do it.

Only her peers can do it.

Natasha walked to the assassin's body and found a bulge on the left side of the body's chest. She took out the contents of the assassin's suit jacket and took a look.

His hands couldn't help shaking.

It was a document identifying the assassin: a KGB agent.

KGB, the full name is the State Security Committee of the Soviet Union.

She knew that the nature of this matter had changed. In just this second, this matter had changed from a terrorist attack to a global incident. If one thing was not handled well, that would be:

International war!

The gunfire outside stopped, all the puppets put down their guns, and a puppet came over carrying a suitcase.

Zhang Ming looked at him warily, and Natasha's voice appeared in his ears. She explained the situation in the conference hall clearly in the shortest words.

The puppet came over and smiled, "Do you know what's going on inside?"

"What on earth did you have in mind?"

"They're dying, but they're not dead yet."

The puppet handed over the box and smiled.

"Four bottles of resurrection potion can save just four people. It's up to you whether you use it or not."