Agent Allen stared in front of him. Although he was wearing a black suit, it was full of bloodstains. Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold. Even Locke, who had bloodstains on his face, fell into a trance.

In particular, there was a Molly who made a gurgling sound in her throat from time to time.

Although Alan, who claims to be a tough guy, couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this moment.

Seeing this, Locke smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and then patted Alan on the shoulder like a frightened bunny, with a soft tone, and repeatedly pointed to the paper and pen on the table: "Intelligence, thanks."

Allen's eyes looked at Locke.

Mechanical...and hollow!

next second.

Allen involuntarily grabbed the pen with his movable right hand, and then, seemingly mechanically, began to write information on the paper.

The corners of Locke's mouth rose slightly.

During these three months, Locke did his best, and in any course, he came first.

Thunder can't move!

and..

On the 15th of last month, he started teaching practical hypnosis courses or something, and Locke was also well-deserved number one.

It's pretty easy to get a head start, and then, plus a drop of blood plasma or something. .

Locke smiled and looked at Alan, who was writing information on the paper, with a very satisfied expression.

in the monitoring room.

Walter Burke put down the telescope and looked at the very calm outside, feeling a little unscientific, and turned around: "How is the surveillance over the target house?"

"everything is normal."

"Not right."

When Dennis Slane, the deputy commander of Operation Langley, heard this, he also turned around and looked at Walter Burke, who was standing on the surveillance side with his hands on his hips and said, "What's wrong?"

Walter Burke looked at the time on his watch: "It's almost half past eleven."

Dennis Slane spread his hands: "Is there something wrong, isn't the time until sunrise tomorrow?"

Walter Burke shook his head and instructed the training agent to look up Locke's schedule.

soon.

The work and rest timetable is called out.

Walter Burke looked at the timetable that was read out, and then looked at the data above: "Since Locke came in here, for the past three months, he has basically kept coming out of the room on time at 6:30 in the morning. Come out, then, the habit of going to bed before twelve o'clock at night."

"It's a good habit," Dennis Slane said.

He was the deputy operations commander, not an operational agent.

Dennis Slane sat in the office and issued a task. The weapon is the right in the hand, not the weapon in the hand. Naturally, he didn't quite understand what the gap was.

Walter Burke looked at Dennis Slane: "Rock Broughton is the most conceited and proud of all the students."

Dennis Slane didn't want to think about it anymore, and looked directly at Walter Burke: "What do you want to say? Locke will be an excellent agent, even the director thinks so."

First place, conceited, shouldn't it?

"Yes, so, it is impossible for him to pull the time to the second half of the night, because that will delay his rest time!"

"..what?"

Walter Burke was not explaining anything, but looked at the surveillance agent: "Zoom in on the surveillance in the target bedroom."

The agents did so.

Expanded bedroom surveillance instantly appeared on the big screen.

Monitor, everything works fine.

but..

Walter Burke watched Molly and Alan lying on the bed in the surveillance camera, and then, his eyes, fixed on the top of a green plant placed on the table.

next second.

Walter Burke's eyes narrowed: "The surveillance is covered."

Dennis Slane got up when he heard this.

"what?"

"Damn, he's already in."

"what?"

Walter Burke took a deep breath. He was also surprised. Without him, the green plant that appeared on the monitor just now would shake regularly every three seconds. impossible to notice.

"That's right."

The agent who reacted quickly filtered the surveillance source and said, "The surveillance was hacked ten minutes ago."

Walter Burke pupil earthquake.

at the same time.

It's ten minutes again.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, also had a ten-minute routine conversation with Sam, who was supposed to be on the second floor of the floor where the bedroom was located, according to the agreed time.

Locke looked at Alan, who had written the information after being hypnotized, and the corners of his mouth rose. Then, he looked at the walkie-talkie that sounded in his hand. Then, he looked up and looked at the monitor in the upper left corner of the house.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, frowned after listening to the walkie-talkie that didn't reply for three seconds.

at this time.

Sam's voice came out from the walkie-talkie, and then, it was the conversation between Sam and Roy, and by the way, the conversation between Roy and Jeff.

Same as before.

Layers are connected to layers.

only..

Just as James Clayton was about to put away the walkie-talkie, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bunch of lights flashing in the monitoring room in the distance, and he seemed to have thought of something.

"Hey, Sam."

James Clayton grabbed the walkie-talkie, looked up, and stared at the corridor window on the second floor: "Do you remember what I said to you when you entered the room?"

Locking up the information and putting it in his arms, Locke smiled slightly when he listened to James Clayton's words from the walkie-talkie.

James Clayton repeated: "Sam?"

Locke opened the room, looked at the dark first floor through the gap of the stairs, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and pressed the intercom: "Okay, you caught it, James, but the game is over!"

Outside!

James Clayton listened to the undisguised voice of Locke, which was transmitted directly from the walkie-talkie, and his pupils instantly completed the entire process of the volcanic eruption!

"Shet!"

James Clayton quickly recovered and roared, "He's in!"

"what?"

"what?"

"how come?"

"when?"

When James Clayton said this, in an instant, disguised as bodyguards, many students walking on the road involuntarily turned their gazes over, and were shocked!

After James Clayton over there, he was already in the lead and ran towards the door of the house.

Bang.

In the house, Locke, who heard the sound of the door breaking, thought for a while, then tilted his head and stepped back, only to hear a click.

In the house, electricity, directly lost!

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire house.

"Night Vision!"

"clear."

James Clayton, who had just set foot in the house, looked at the power supply that fell in an instant, without the slightest panic, he shouted directly, and then activated the night vision imager that he had already made preparations for and was wearing on his head.

After all, in this game, Locke is the thief, and they are the soldiers.

The walkie-talkie beeps!

Locke's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Dude, have you used the night vision goggles?"

Holding a rubber pistol, James Clayton used gestures to instruct the crowd to disperse. Then, with a vigilant expression, he slowly walked up the stairs leading to the second floor: "You're number one, you don't do much, I'm sorry for you. grades?"

Locke laughed and said, "I don't care, I have the information."

James Clayton said: "But you haven't successfully retreated yet. You can succeed countless times, but if you make one mistake, you will lose. I'm sorry, you just made a mistake when you talked to me."

"Oh?"

"You should have gotten the information long ago."

"Okay, three minutes ago."

"You should have sneaked away just like you sneaked in, but you are too conceited."

"Yes?"

"Yes, you can't run because of your ego."

"Who said I couldn't run, said I was conceited, James, in fact, you are the most conceited."

"what?"

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you. If you didn't arrange for bodyguards to enter the room, I would act so fast. Your people came in. Inside the house, the surveillance equipment doesn't need me to dismantle at all, and, thank you again. You thought about it so well, you brought your night vision goggles, and by the way, you helped me open the door."

"Ha ha.."

The words did not fall.

James Clayton kicked open the door of the storage room on the second floor.

next second.

The expression condensed on his face.

Locke's voice came from Molly's mobile phone placed on the partition of the storage room, and then, through the walkie-talkie that had been pressed beside it, was output to the walkie-talkie on James Clayton's waist: "Who stipulated that it must be I sneaked away through the back door, I like to go through the front door!"

"not good.."

"Shet!"

"he is.."

"Boom!"

Directly from Locke in the room on the first floor, when they met, he punched a student with a night vision goggle in front of him, humming the student's head and lying down to the bottom.

"Puff puff!"

He is on the first floor!

A student looked at Locke, who disappeared from sight again between the lights and flint, UU reading www. uukanshu.com thumped inwardly, and roared: "He is on the first floor of the sundries..."

The words are not over!

With a sound from Duang, the student who tipped off the news directly raised his head to the back, then rolled his eyes, made a loud thud, and lost consciousness and fell to the back.

Locke chuckled and glanced at the rapidly approaching tactical lights, the corners of his mouth raised slightly!

What is a real assassination?

no doubt.

The silent assassination is the real assassination, but this kind of silence, one is to come quietly, to go quietly, and the other is what Locke most admires.

Kill all the enemies, make sure that none of the enemies can survive, this is also a stealth assassination!

and..

In terms of grade, it is much higher than that of those who shoot black guns!

..