Chapter 1783

"I want to cry!"

"Hold on!"

"No tears."

The three French and German scientists constantly comfort themselves that they should be calm. What is the Nobel Prize? Ha ha, what is cancer? Ha ha, what is HIV? Ha ha.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Sobbing!

It seems to be.

...

soon.

In the melodious music.

The king came to power.

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

Of course.

There are also unfriendly ones.

The truth.

Many people are eager to tie up the three people and ask about the preparation technology of transcriptional original solution. It's not only economic benefits, but also curiosity, especially for scientists.

Two years.

There's no progress, no one's 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 consortia would not make too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden would lose its face to the world, and he had no choice but to do so.

Capital.

It's already in control.

King?

After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy and blood are the marks of this land. If there is a royal family, capital will have hereditary dignity.

Otherwise.

Pure capital.

No matter how strong.

It's just a bunch of money, not money with honor.

。。。

"It's not over yet."

Outside the concert hall.

At the top of a building, two men dressed in black and holding binoculars nervously look down. They are from the United States. Looking back on last month, they can't help beating in their hearts.

One night.

Hundreds of people died, and they were all elites.

Today.

They may have to face the same enemy. Thinking of this, their palms are sweating. They are already walking in the dark. They know how terrible a hidden opponent is. It's really deadly.

"A9 observation point, normal."

"Got it."

Every minute.

We have to report everything.

Put down the communicator and go on. The top of the high-rise buildings around the concert hall are all their people, in groups of two or three, to monitor all suspicious people. There are more people on the ground.

"Well."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Say it."

"I feel like I'm being watched." One of them frowned. This feeling was very strange. He didn't mean to kill. He didn't come down from the battlefield long ago. He was very sensitive in this aspect.

"Which way?"

“。。。”

I'm not a God. How do I know.

See.

The companion responded that it was strange to know that. Suddenly, the man said, "I always feel that we are surrounded, not surrounded by others. I hope I am more attentive."

Just for a moment.

He remembered.

That feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't care much about it before, because I'm the one who is ambushing. It's impossible. But I'm not sure when I think about the mystery of that force.

"Surrounded?"

The companion was stunned.

On intuition.

That man is much better than himself. He just came out of the CIA and is proficient in professional technology. But in terms of intuition, compared with the front-line soldiers and the elite special soldiers, the gap is not small.

"Sure?"

"No

"Ah?"

"It just feels weird. Be careful."

Finish.

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

Quiet.

Quiet.

Huh?

Suddenly, the man was so quiet that the familiar sound of breathing disappeared. Suddenly, his whole body stood upright and turned his head hard. In an instant, he was scared to death.

Companions.

It's gone.

Instead, it was a strange face.

Right now.

He was smiling at him. That smile was more terrible and terrifying than the smile in any horror movie. Because it was too exciting, he was so scared that he was stiff and speechless for a moment.

“HELLO。”

This sentence.

It was the last word he heard before he woke up.next.

When it's dark, I don't know anything.

。。。

"Normal."

"Normal."

"Normal."

“。。。”

All the information gathered to the Greek side.

Everything is normal, but it sounds so ironic. Last time in the United States, I heard that it was the same. It took a long time for other people's actions to end before they were discovered.

Normal?

The less reassuring.

All of a sudden.

"There's a situation."

I'll report.

"What?"

The spirit of the old man.

"There's a fight over kovaro."

"Here we are."

This news makes the old people's eyes shine. They are not afraid of an accident, they are afraid of calm. The people in kovaro do not really hope. They are just cannon fodder ambassadors to catch some fish.

At this time.

"Seventeen observation team lost contact."

"What?"

"There's a message from kovaro, and their people are out of touch. Decent people are coming." Two bad news in a row, loss of contact, in addition to signal shielding, is death, the latter is more likely.

"Our people are going too."

"Yes."

Again.

The news spread everywhere. About a dozen people drove in the direction reported by kovaro, overtaking, speeding and running red lights. The Swedish police on duty at night received the report but ignored it.

Tonight.

If it is not for headquarters transfer.

Otherwise.

Stick to your post. That's the order.

。。。

"Get out of the car."

Outside a factory building, more than a dozen cross-country vehicles stopped. It is located in the suburbs and sparsely populated. Because of the rampant underground forces and poor public security, few people come at night.

However.

Kovaro is No.1 of the world's underground forces.

In front of it.

These are all younger brothers, but their businesses are different. Kovaro has deviated from the low-level business model and is inclined to the high-level underground forces. Strictly speaking, it is the upgraded version of the underground forces - the dark ones.

"Be careful."

Dozens of people got off.

Looking at the factory building in the distance.

There.

Surrounded by iron fences, some of the lights in the workshop are still on and some of them are flashing. According to the mission description, only kovaro's people go in and take others out for a while, ready to support at any time.

"Up."

Nearly 20 fully armed members of the kovaro marched against the wall.

"Good professional."

The rear.

The members of the consortium can't help nodding. The members of kovaro are all the elites among the elites. At present, the name is well deserved. A considerable part of the CIA's global intelligence network is controlled by kovaro.

Sure enough.

There are two brushes.

Soon.

The people of kovaro went into the factory.

Only ten seconds.

"Dada dada!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

“。。。”

The fierce fighting sounded, and the people behind them became nervous. Nearly half a minute later, the voice stopped, and the night returned to the previous silence. They wanted to know the result of the fighting very much.

"Kovaro support failed!"

Soon.

There is a sound in the earphone.

"New support is coming from kovaro."

“。。。”

This is the style of painting.

It seems a little strange!