War Paradise

At midnight, the TV Tower, which was open to visitors during the day, was already closed.

Despite this, the spherical sightseeing area above the TV tower is still brightly lit.

Wearing black suits and red ties, these guys have serious and meticulous expressions. At first glance, they have something in common with the mass-produced T800 entourage that players have almost one hand.

However, the behavior of these guys is not as rigorous as the T800.

At this time, more than a dozen people in black were searching the three-story sightseeing area of ​​the TV Tower, carefully checking everything nearby, and not letting go of any clues.

A man in black walked through the circular viewing platform on the second floor, and outside the window was a splendid and colorful street scene.

His location is almost two hundred meters above the ground. From this angle, you can overlook almost all the streets nearby, and the skyscrapers in the city center in the distance are also clearly visible, facing the TV tower.

He walked quickly through the corridor decorated in Gothic style, and was about to go to the restaurant in front of him to check, but the light and shadow around him suddenly dimmed, as if something was blocking the window.

"Ok?"

The black-clothed man suddenly turned his head and looked out the window. What he saw was a bright night sky illuminated.

He stood in front of the enclosed curved glass and looked at it, but also found nothing.

——Is it an illusion?

The man in the black suit frowned and snorted, then turned and left the corridor.

Now, the elevator inside the TV tower has been blocked by them. In his opinion, climbing up from the outside of the TV tower is simply a fantasy.

Because of this, these guys are mainly checking the inside of the TV tower, and don't pay much attention to the scene outside the window.

They had no idea that someone was actually climbing up from the outside...

The young man with red gloves on his hands climbed up from the wall outside the observation deck like a gecko, opened the toilet window, and quietly stepped into the men's room on the third floor. After hiding in the cubicle, he finally got loose. Tone.

"Ha, this is really exciting." Lin Chi looked down at the "gecko gloves" in his hands.

Even if there is no fear of heights, climbing the two-hundred-meter-high viewing platform along the outside of the TV tower still feels "thrilling". Lin Chi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised his left hand, which had just been installed, and quickly checked the position of the wrist stitches.

It seemed that the horror nurse's tactics were not bad, and the sudden break of his wrist that he was worried about did not happen. In this way, I can finally rest assured.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the toilet. Lin Chi leaned on the cold wall. He waited until the sound disappeared, then walked out of the cubicle slowly, opened the toilet door and looked out.

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

——When "secretly observing" outside the window, Lin Chi had already discovered that some guys in black suits were patrolling in the viewing platform, as if they were looking for something.

Although they were dressed a bit like members of the Silver Shield Security Company, these guys did not wear the Silver Shield badge.

However, since they were able to appear here, they must have obtained the permission of the Silver Shield Security Company to conduct the search with great fanfare.

What are these people?

Standing in the empty toilet, Lin Chi began to look for a silent solution to these guys.

It is obviously not a good idea to directly kill with fanfare without clarifying the other party's origin. However, it seems that I have just obtained the props that can come in handy...

Lin Chi cast his eyes on the toilet in the toilet cubicle, opened the backpack and took out the dangerous "Hydra toxin box", the muscles at the corners of his mouth pulled upwards, and a wretched smile slowly appeared on his face.

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

...

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

The whistle's sound was not loud, but it was particularly clear at midnight in the silence. The man in black immediately stopped, raised the MP7 submachine gun hung around his waist, and whispered: "Who is there?"

"What's the matter?" A hoarse voice came from his earphones.

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

"Are you unable to hold it back?" a guy teased, causing a low laugh in the channel.

"I'm not kidding..." The man in black standing in front of the toilet said irritably, "You pay attention, I'll check it first."

After speaking, the man opened the door of the toilet and tiptoed into the men's toilet to observe the scene inside.

The toilet looked empty, the windows were tightly closed, and the five compartment doors next to it were all closed tightly. The blond man in a black suit held the MP7 tightly with his right hand, and slowly opened the white door panel of the first compartment with his left hand.

Except for the toilet, wastebasket and water pipe, there is nothing worth noting in the compartment.

The man in black frowned and walked to the second door, still doing the same, and then checked the two compartments next to him, and there was nothing unusual inside.

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

——Is that guy hiding in there?

The black-clothed man's heart seemed to hang in his throat, his fingers hooked on the trigger, and he suddenly pulled open the compartment door with force.

"..."

What caught my eye was the toilet with a lid. It didn't look abnormal, but the man still keenly noticed that under the toilet lid, there seemed to be a gleam of red light.

Seeing this scene, he first froze in place, then backed off abruptly, shouting at the miniature microphone in his collar:

"Be careful, a bomb was found in the toilet on the third floor!"

The laughter and whispers in the channel stopped abruptly as soon as this remark came out. In less than five minutes, except for the one patrolman left on each floor, the other people in black gathered in the corridor where the men's toilet was and began to discuss countermeasures.

"Are you sure it's a bomb?" asked a man with a height of two meters, broad shoulders, and a nearly square face. There was a little heavy pressure in his deep voice.

"I don't know, but there is indeed a red light in the toilet. I dare not open the lid." The blond man who checked the toilet just said honestly: "This thing can't be moved casually, right? It will be troublesome if it explodes... …"

"Okay." The big man said, sweeping his eyes away from the other people in front of him, and asked, "Are there any bomb disposal experts present?"

No one answered.

"The situation is urgent now. I'll ask again, will anyone dismantle the bomb?" The big man pressed his knuckles with a bad face and made a crackling noise.

"Mike will destroy bombs!" a small man with glasses suddenly said: "He used to belong to the bomb disposal unit!"

This sentence seemed to light the fuse, and the crowd suddenly echoed one after another:

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Just let him go and see?"

"Leave it to him!"

Hearing this, the people in black turned around one after another, and everyone's eyes were focused on a tall and thin man standing behind the crowd, who seemed to be about to run away.

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

"Will you dismantle the bomb?" The big man fixed his questioning gaze on the man named Mike.

"I did belong to the bomb disposal unit before, but I was in charge of the food. It wasn't the **** bomb disposal unit." Mike rubbed his messy brown hair and took a step back slowly: "Are you sure you want me to dismantle that stuff?" "

"We have no retreat now." The expression on the big man's face is very serious: "The boss will not allow failure. Now most of the staff are in the city, and there is no way to find other people."

"Should we just leave?" Mike asked grimly: "It's none of our business if the TV tower explodes. The Silver Shield group of idiots will take care of it."

"Fuck your mother!" The big man yelled, and Mike's shoulders shook in fright: "Let's check the TV tower, and it exploded as soon as we left. Who do you think the Silver Shield is to blame? If we were just like that Go, the old convention killed us!"

The people in black at the scene looked at each other, and soon realized that the big man was right. Their boss was indeed very strict. If they just left and allowed the bomb to explode, they would definitely be executed!

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

Taking the small metal detector shaped like a hair dryer from the big man's hand, Mike walked slowly into the men's room, stood in front of the innermost compartment, frowned and stared at the toilet.

From the gap in the toilet lid, the red light was flashing rhythmically. Mike, who did not dare to open the lid, first used a metal detector to detect it through the toilet.

The strange thing is that the alarm did not sound. In this way, there does not seem to be any metal equipment other than the flashing light bulb, that is to say...

"This is not a bomb?" Mike muttered.

Realizing that the contents of the toilet are probably not bombs, Mike put down the metal detector and carefully lifted the lid. then……

When he was "demolitioning the bomb," the big man had been pacing irritably outside the door, while the others had stayed away. While searching for nearby enemies, beware of possible explosions at any time.

"Did you find anything?" the tall commander asked loudly.

Mike has been in for five minutes, but he hasn't made any sound. This is totally inconsistent with that idiot's character.

——Couldn't that **** found something like a secret door and just ran away?

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

What greeted him was a refreshing fragrance.

The other people in black in the corridor were not fools, and soon discovered the fact that the "bomb disposal expert" they had chosen had disappeared with the commander.

"What's the trouble?"

Everyone cast their puzzled gazes at the closed door of the toilet, and a huge question mark seemed to rise above their heads. Even when they came to the door of the toilet, no one dared to open the door of the black-clothed people who looked at each other.

"Come in, friend."

"You go in first, behind my palace!"

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

Listening to these excuses, the blond man who found the bomb said impatiently: "You cowards, can't you be brave? Or else, let me open the door, how about we go in together?"

The man in black, who was in a desperate situation, couldn't think of other ways, so he could only accept his proposal.

While the blond man stood in front of the toilet door, everyone else hid beside them, holding their breath, watching nervously as the man held the doorknob and twisted it hard.

With a squeak, the toilet door opened outwards. Before the blond man could take a step, his sight suddenly turned to blood red, and he instantly lost consciousness.

"this is……"

Seeing the dark green gas wafting from the toilet, the other guards nearby wanted to escape in horror, but the moment they saw the gas, it was too late!

The people in black in the corridor, like wheat harvested by a sickle, fell straight down one by one, turning into cold and stiff corpses.

Mike, the first to enter the toilet, had his stiff body leaning against the toilet. In the toilet was thrown a light stick that could make light for a short time, still glowing with a faint red light.

As for the culprit responsible for the massacre, it was an inconspicuous small plastic bottle that was glued to the toilet lid.

"what happened?"

The two men in black who were still patrolling the lower two floors kept calling their companions in the channel, but received no response at all.

The man in black who had stayed on the second floor before walked up to the third floor suspiciously. Before he could see what was happening in the corridor, he became a dead soul under poisonous gas with his unlucky companion.

"Damn, where did they die? Isn't it really dead..."

The bald man in black, who was still on the first floor, had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, and when he was about to walk up the stairs to take a look, a faint wind suddenly hit his back.

--someone is coming!

The bald man didn't even have time to turn his head. His right wrist suddenly became hot, followed by the severe pain of the tendon being torn apart. The MP7 submachine gun in his hand flew out and fell heavily to the floor.

He was about to draw the knife with his left hand, his throat was already held by the cold and sharp blade. The opponent's hand gently drew aside, leaving a shallow scar on his neck.

Then, a low and magnetic male voice rang from the ears close at hand.

"do not move."

The bald man's body was frozen in place like a sculpture. He dared not make any movements, and said tremblingly, "Don't kill me..."

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

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

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The other party asked straightforwardly.

"We are members of the special investigation team. We are here to look for clues left by the suspect." The bald man replied immediately.

Hearing this, Lin Chi, who was standing behind the bald man, put the blade on the opponent's apple, and continued to ask questions step by step: "Who does the special investigation team serve?"

"Can you change the question, I will be executed by the boss..." The bald man's voice sounded like he was about to cry.

"Do you want to die?" Lin Chi narrowed his eyes.

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

Facing the life-and-death situation, the bald man obviously had no spine, and said in a trembling voice:

"The special investigation team we are in is under the control of the'War Observer'."