War in Heaven

At midnight, the TV tower that was open to visitors during the day has long been closed.

Despite this, it is still brightly lit in the spherical tourist area above the TV tower.

These guys wore black suits, red ties, serious expressions, and meticulous attention. At first glance, they had something in common with the mass-produced T800 followers that players had almost one hand.

However, these guys behave not as rigorous as the T800.

At this time, more than a dozen black people are searching the three-story sightseeing area of ​​the TV tower, carefully checking all the things nearby, and letting no clues.

A black man walked through the second-floor circular observation deck, and the window was full of gorgeous street scenes.

His location is about two hundred meters high from the ground. From this angle, it can overlook almost all the streets nearby. The skyscrapers in the far center are also clearly visible, facing the TV tower.

He walked quickly through the Gothic-style corridor, and was about to go to the restaurant in front to check it. The light and shadow around him suddenly became dark, like something was blocking the window.

"Ok?"

The man in black slammed his head and looked out the window, and the bright night sky was illuminated.

He stood in front of the closed curved glass and saw nothing.

- Is it an illusion?

The man in a black suit frowned and turned and left the corridor.

Now, the elevator inside the TV tower has been blocked by them. In his opinion, it is simply a nightmare to climb up from the TV tower.

Because of this, these guys are mainly checking the interior of the TV tower, and they are not too concerned about the scene.

They couldn’t think of it, but someone was actually climbing up from the outside...

The young man with red gloves on his hand climbed up from the wall outside the observation deck like a gecko, opened the window of the toilet, and sneaked into the three-story men's toilet. After hiding in the compartment, it was finally loose. Tone.

"Hah, this is really exciting." Lin Chi looked down at the "gecko gloves" on his hand.

Even if there is no fear of heights, climbing the 200-meter-high observation deck along the outside of the TV tower is still a "thrilling" feeling. Lin Chi raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, lifted the left hand that had just been installed for a long time, and quickly checked the position of the wrist.

It seems that the horror nurse's technique is not bad, and the situation that his worried wrist suddenly broke did not happen. In this way, you can finally feel relieved.

There was a footstep in the hallway outside the toilet. Lin rested on the cold wall and waited until the sound disappeared. He slowly walked out of the compartment and opened the toilet door and looked out.

"Sure enough, there is a mystery..."

——When I was "observing in the dark" outside the window, Lin Chi had found that some guys in black suits were patrolling the observation deck, as if they were looking for something.

Although the dress is a bit like a member of the Silver Shield Security Company, these guys don't wear the Silver Shield badge.

However, since they can appear here, the search for a big fanfare must be approved by the Silver Shield Security Company.

What exactly are these people coming to?

Standing in the empty toilet, Lin Chi began looking for ways to solve these guys silently.

In the absence of clarifying the other side's way, it is obviously not a good idea to open the big fan. However, I seem to have just got the props that can come in handy...

Lin Chi turned his eyes to the toilet in the toilet cubicle, opened the backpack and took out the dangerous "Hyde toxin box". The muscles in the corner of his mouth pulled up, and a wretched smile appeared on his face.

It's time to let these people feel the real fear.

......

Ten minutes later, when a black man passed by the toilet door, he suddenly heard a whistle inside.

The whistle is not loud, but it is particularly clear at the midnight of silence. The black man immediately stopped and lifted the MP7 submachine gun hanging around his waist and whispered, "Who is there?"

"What's wrong?" A hoarse voice came from his headphones.

"I heard a voice in the toilet," said the blond man in a black suit.

"Are you stunned?" A guy snarled, causing a low-pitched laugh on the channel.

"I am not kidding..." The black man standing in front of the toilet said irritably: "You pay attention, I am going to check it."

After that, the man pushed the door of the toilet and walked into the men's room with a grin, observing the scene inside.

The toilet looked empty, the windows were dead, and the five compartment doors next to it were closed. A blond man in a black suit grips the MP7 with his right hand and slowly pulls the white door of the first compartment with his left hand.

There are no noticeable things in the compartment other than the toilet, paper basket and water pipes.

The black man's brows locked in front of the second door, still the same, and then checked the two compartments next to it, there is nothing unusual.

Now, only the last compartment by the window is left.

- Is that guy hiding in it?

The black man's heart seemed to hang over the eyes of the blind man, his fingers hooked on the trigger, and suddenly pulled the door open.

"..."

What caught the eye was the toilet with the lid. It looked nothing unusual, but the man was still keenly aware that there was a red glow under the toilet lid.

Seeing this scene, he was first in the same place, then slammed back and shouted at the miniature microphone in the collar:

"Be careful, the bombs are found in the toilet on the third floor!"

As soon as this was said, the laughter and whispering on the channel came to an abrupt end. In less than five minutes, in addition to a patrol left on each floor, other black people gathered in the corridor where the men's toilet was in, and began to discuss countermeasures.

"Are you sure it is a bomb?" asked a man two meters tall, with a wide shoulder and a face close to the square, with a heavy pressure in his thick voice.

"I don't know, but the toilet is really bright red, I don't dare to open the lid." The blond man who checked the toilet actually said: "This stuff can't be moved casually? In case of an explosion, it will be troublesome... ..."

"Okay." The big man said, sweeping his eyes from the other people in front of him and asked: "Is there a bomb disposal expert on the scene?"

No one answered.

"The situation is urgent now. I will ask again, will someone remove the bomb?" The big man pressed his knuckles and made a squeak.

"Mike will remove the bomb!" A small man with glasses suddenly said: "He used to be a bomb-breaking force!"

This sentence seems to ignite the fuse, and the crowd suddenly sounds like this:

"Right right, that's it!"

"Let him go and see if he can?"

"Give it to him!"

When I heard this, the black people turned around and everyone’s eyes were focused on the tall, thin man who was standing behind the crowd and seemed to be preparing to drive.

The guy was silent for a moment, shook his head helplessly: "You guys are two or five..."

"You will remove the bomb?" The big man rested his questioning face on a man named Mike.

"I used to be the bomb-removal force, but it was responsible for the food. It wasn't that the mother didn't remove the bomb." Mike groaned with the messy brown hair and slowly stepped back: "Are you sure that I want to let me break the stuff?" ”

"We don't have a way out now." The expression on the big man's face is very serious: "The boss will not allow failure. Most of the people are now in the city, and there is no way to find someone else."

"Can we just go away?" Mike asked in a hurry: "The TV tower explosion is not our business, and the silver shield will deal with the idiots."

"Let your mother's fart!" The big man roared and scared Mike's shoulder and shook: "Let's check the TV tower. As a result, we will explode as soon as we leave. Do you think the silver shield will blame who is on the head? If we are like this Go, the old assembly killed us!"

The black people on the scene looked at each other and quickly realized that the big man was right. Their bosses were exceptionally strict. If they left, let the bomb explode, they will definitely be executed!

Seeing that he couldn't shirk himself, Mike lowered his head and sighed with a long sigh. He asked: "Who has a metal detector? Let me try..."

From the big man's hand to the small metal detector in the shape of a hair dryer, Mike walked slowly into the men's toilet, stood in front of the innermost compartment, frowned and stared at the toilet.

From the gap in the toilet lid, the red light is flashing very rhythmically. Mike, who dare not open the lid, first detected it through the toilet with a metal detector.

The strange thing is that the siren didn't sound. So, except for the flashing light bulb, there doesn't seem to be any metal material inside, that is...

"Is this not a bomb?" Mike groaned.

Realizing that the things in the toilet were probably not bombs, Mike put down the metal detector and carefully opened the lid. then……

When he "demolition bombs", the big man has been irritating outside the door, others are hiding far away, while searching for nearby enemies, beware of possible explosions at any time.

"What did you find?" asked the commander of Gao Mada loudly.

Mike has been in for five minutes, but has never made any noise, which does not fit the character of the idiot.

- The **** shouldn't find something like a hidden door, run straight ahead?

Realizing that something was wrong, the big man opened the toilet door and strode in and asked, "Mike, you..."

What greeted him was a refreshing "fragrance."

The other black men in the corridor were not idiots, and soon they discovered the fact that they chose the "bombling expert" to disappear with the commander.

"What is it?"

Everyone turned their doubts into the closed door of the toilet, and the head seemed to raise a huge question mark. Even if they came to the front of the toilet, no one dared to open the door.

"Please come in, friend."

"You are advanced, my post!"

"Less nonsense, I won't go in and die..."

Listening to these shouting voices, the blond man who found the bomb before said impatiently: "You guys, can't you bravely? Or else, let me open the door, how about we go in together?"

The black man who was in a state of unpreparedness could not think of other methods and could only accept his proposal.

While the blond man stood in front of the toilet door, everyone else hid next to him, holding his breath and watching the man hold the doorknob nervously and screwed it hard.

With a bang, the toilet door opened outwards, and the blond man had no time to take a step. The line of sight suddenly turned into a blood red, and instantly lost consciousness.

"this is……"

Seeing the dark green gas floating from the toilet, the other guards next to it were horrified to escape, but the moment they saw the gas, it was too late!

The black men in the corridor, like the wheat harvested by the sickle, fell straight down and turned into cold and stiff bodies.

Mike, who first entered the toilet, leaned against the toilet, throwing a light stick that could make light for a short time, still faint red light.

As for the culprit in the creation of this massacre, it was a small plastic bottle that was glued to the toilet lid.

"what happened?"

The two black men who patrolled the next two layers kept calling their companions on the channel, but they did not receive any response.

The black man who stayed on the second floor before, went to the third floor with suspicion, and did not see what happened in the corridor. Together with his unlucky companion, he became the soul of the poisonous man.

"Mom, where are they going to die? It won't be dead..."

Still waiting for the bald man in the black on the first floor, there was a chill of sweat on his forehead. When he was about to go up the stairs, there was a gust of wind behind him.

--somebody is coming!

The bald man didn't even have time to turn back. The wrist of his right hand suddenly became hot. What followed was the severe pain of the tendon being torn open. The MP7 submachine gun in his hand flew straight out and fell heavily on the floor.

He was about to pull the knife with his left hand, and the throat had been held up by the cold and sharp blade. The other hand's hand was gently drawn to the side, leaving a shallow scar on his neck.

Then, a low and magnetic male voice rang from the ear that was close at hand.

"do not move."

The bald man’s body is as stiff as a sculpture, and he dare not make a movement. He twitched and said: “Don’t kill me...”

"I can leave you alive, as long as you answer a few questions." said the man standing behind him.

"Well, you can do anything." The bald man said quickly.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" The other party began to ask questions straightforwardly.

"We are the special investigation team, here is to find clues left by the suspect." The bald man immediately replied.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chi, standing behind the bald man, put the blade on the other's throat and continued to ask questions step by step: "Who is the special investigation team serving?"

"Can you change the question? I said this will be executed by the boss..." The voice of the bald man sounded like crying.

"Do you want to die?" Lin Chi squinted.

"Okay, okay, don't kill me."

In the face of life and death, this bald man obviously has no bones, said in a trembling voice:

“The special investigation team we are in is affiliated with the ‘war observers’.”