Plague Doctor

Chills, gushing from the heart of everyone in the conference room.

Looking over at the security cameras in the corner of the conference room city, the cameras were on, just not recording. Ki Seung-tao's hand pressed the alarm at the point of probing the desk to notify the guards outside to come in.

The crow at the edge of the window, it hasn't moved.

But it's definitely unusual.

Zhuohua, Zhao Yichen and others changed their faces, they communicated with their eyes, ready to act, guns, spells, old stamps.

It's just that they find out more and more that they seem to be stuck in the air and their hands and feet become slow...

Spiritual consciousness also implicitly feels a sharp cold, coming from all around.

At this time, Ki Seung-tao pressed the alarm bell and got silence.

They seem to be able to see that this room has been cut off.

Cardiac anxiety, tightening of the heart, heart pain, hidden fear of the heart... that abnormal force, never knew when it had invaded here...

“Action…” Ji Chengtao shouted resolutely, trying to shout, but his voice was hard and dull, like a heavy drag.

Zhuohua will recite the spell, Zhao Yichen will make an old mark... but everyone is in a muddy pool.

There was a sudden change along the window, and the pitch-black crow spread its wings, and the abyss bird's eyes seemed to burst out of the flames.

Everyone saw only the night coming out of the window, twisting into clusters, and the crow then turned into a huge shadow of wingspan shape. On top of the shadow, a tall figure of man appeared, as if it had been cast out of the crow shadow, as if it had been born of darkness.

The figure was dressed in a black leather robe with a strange mask with a long mouth, and was Dr. Birdmouth...

The mask did not cover the eyes, the left orbit was shattered and the right orbit was deep.

As soon as they saw it, their hearts turned more upside down, and it seemed that there was another familiar figure hidden from them...

But what's that? What power, what creation, what origin...

Phantom or substance?

At the shock of all sorts, people saw the tall bird mouth doctor again, reaching out his right hand from the robe, holding a black pistol in his hand, lifting it up, and pointing the gun towards the side of the conference table. The strange eyes were only cold.

“You…” Ji Chengtao opened his mouth and still had a few young faces wrinkled.

People don't know exactly what he sees or what he's trying to say. Who are you? What the hell are you?

Boom!

A gunshot broke the silence in the conference room.

Blood splashed on the conference table, staining the desktop red, as well as the laptop and documents on the table.

Ki Seung-tao's face is only half of it, the other half was smashed by one shot, the pistol shouldn't be so powerful, but it just happened.

That face was blurred, his body leaned back, and at first he was still slightly trembling. That was the muscle reflex that had not interrupted his body just at the time of his death, but less than ten seconds later, he was motionless. Ji Zhengtao leaned back against the office chair, and the blood and plasma were still flowing.

The first minister of this special operations department, died suddenly.

Amazing, angry, horrified complexity spreads rapidly on the faces of Jianda, Tan Qinmin and others, but they still can't get out of the mud...

They want to do something, but they can only watch the Bird Mouth Doctor move his right hand and move the gun... bang! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by a series of gunshots, Tan Qimin's forehead was punched out of a hole and bled like a bet. Zhao Yichen was hit in the left eye and his orbit was smashed away with a small half of his skull. Li Xingli was shot through the nose beam and his whole head blew out of it...

Just a breath back and forth, this long conference table was painted bloody.

Some fell on the table, others leaned against the back of the chair like Ji Seung-tao, but did not fall down because of the force of death.

These VIPs still have the horror of death on their crippled and blurred faces, I don't understand, I don't want to...

Eleven people at the conference table, only one of whom had not been shot, were old members of the spell department, Zhuohua.

He fell on the floor toward Jianda, he was shot in the mouth, his little half face connected to his chin disappeared, but his brain was not extinguished, his hands still crawled instinctively...

Zhuohua stared at the “Dr. Birdmouth”, wondering why, he remembered a man, a man who was already dead. Perhaps because of the resemblance, perhaps because of his own... mental sensation... Zhuohua mourned: “Dr. Gu, is that you? I didn't want to...”

Boom!

Before the end of the plea, the blood erupted from Zhuohua's head, banging, Zhuohua poured forward on the conference table, another bloodbath.

Dr. Gu?

There is still a little bit of consciousness toward Jianda, as if I heard the name... I feel like I'm crawling on the floor...

Gradually, he looked away and saw the shadow of the crow's wingspan on the ground in front of him and took a step forward.

[I have no mercy, the more the bugs twist, the more I want to extrude their guts.

Boom!

Another gunshot.

The head of Jianda was then cut off by a bullet for more than half, and his whole body twitched slightly, and he returned to the silence of death and bloodshed.

The conference room is also silent, with only the chilly wind curling the curtains.

The bird mouth doctor turned around and retracted his pistol into the robe with his right hand and did not care about the security cameras in the corner of the wall.

At the edge of the window, the figure of the human being and the shadow of the crow grew blurred and regrouped into the black crow, whose wings leaped out into the dark night and away.

In the conference room behind it, more and more blood is flowing from the eleven bodies to the ground, as if it were to be soaked in a river of blood.

Dead silence, dead silence, after a while, dead silence was broken by banging, the door of the conference room was broken from the outside, then a guard broke in with punch room tactics, their automatic rifle pointed around, but they were immediately horrified by blood...

There was no extraordinary force in the conference room, and there was only a dark night outside the window.

The guards looked around, creepy, spinning...

There is no need to go up there for vital signs tests, and it is also known that these blurry, seven-point department executives have...

“Requesting backup, requesting backup...” The guard captain cried powerlessly, confused to report that the frozen eyes swept through a specific body, “Minister Ji, to the captain, they... all died... all, like, were shot...”

The silent guards have no idea what this dramatic change means to the Special Operations Department or to NASA.

On the eve of the departure of mobile contingents from various departments at Headquarters to Qing 'an City,

Eleven core executives of the Special Operations Department were defeated by unknown forces.