Reborn Super Bank System

"Want to cry!"

"Hold on!"

"No tears."

The three French and German scientists continued to comfort themselves, calm, and must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.

what!what!what!what!

Ooh!

Seems like yes.

......

quickly.

In the sound of melodious music.

The king came to power.

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

of course.

There are also unfriendly ones.

truth.

Many people can't wait to tie up the three of them and ask questions about the preparation technology of the original transcription solution. It is not entirely an economic benefit. There is also curiosity, especially scientists, which is really itchy.

Two years.

No progress, no one will catch the blind.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you for your contribution to the world medical community."

"..."

In the face of the media, while thanking the king, the king murmured in his heart, hoping that the consortium would not cause too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden would lose face in the world, and he was helpless.

capital.

Has long been in control.

king?

It’s good to be able to maintain your status, just to save face. After all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and blood are the marks of this land. Only with the royal family can capital have hereditary honor.

otherwise.

Pure capital.

No matter how strong.

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

...

"It's not over yet."

Outside the concert hall.

At the top of a building, two men wearing black clothes and holding binoculars are looking down nervously. They were transferred from the United States. Looking back on last month, they couldn't help but throb.

one night.

Hundreds of people died, all of whom were elites.

Nowadays.

They may have to face the same enemy. Thinking of this, their palms are sweating, and they are walking in the dark. They know how terrifying a hidden opponent is. That is really terrible.

"A9 observation point, normal."

"Roger that."

every minute.

You have to report.

Put down the communicator and continue. The top of the tall buildings around the entire concert hall are all their people, in groups of two or three, to monitor all suspicious persons, and there are more people on the ground.

"amount."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

'talk.'

"I feel like I'm being stared at." One of them frowned. This feeling was strange, not killing intent. It wasn't long before he got off the battlefield, and he was very sensitive in this regard.

"Which direction?"

"..."

I am not a god, how do I know.

Upon seeing this.

The companion reacted, too. It was strange to know that, suddenly, the person said again: "I always feel that we are not surrounded by others, but that we are surrounded. I hope I am so careless."

Just a moment.

He remembered.

That kind of feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't care too much before, because I am ambushing party, which is impossible at all, but when I think of the mystery of that power, I can't be sure.

"Surrounded by?"

The companion was taken aback.

On intuition.

That person was much stronger than himself. He was only from the CIA and was skilled in professional skills, but instinctively, he was still an elite special soldier compared to the frontline soldiers. The gap was not small.

"determine?"

"Do not."

"what?"

"It just feels weird, be careful."

Finished.

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

be quiet.

Quiet.

Ok?

The man suddenly felt aroused. It was too quiet, so quiet. The familiar breathing sound was gone. Suddenly, his hair on his body stood upright, and he turned his head with difficulty. In an instant, he was scared to death.

companion.

Gone.

Instead, there was a strange face.

now.

He was smiling at him, that smile, he felt more terrifying than any smile in horror movies, it was terrifying, because it was too exciting, his whole body was stiff for a while, and he couldn't speak at all.

"HELLO."

This sentence.

It was the last word he heard before waking up.

then.

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

...

"normal."

"normal."

"normal."

"..."

The information from all parties is aggregated to the Greek side.

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

normal?

The less reassuring.

suddenly.

"There is a situation."

Reported from the current report.

"what?"

The old man came in spirit.

"There is a fight on Kovolo."

"coming."

The news made the old man's eyes glare, not afraid of something wrong, just afraid of calm and calm, the people of Kovolo, they actually didn't hold out hope, they were cannon fodder in order to catch some fish.

At this time.

"The Seventeen Observation Team lost contact."

"What?"

"There is a message from Kovolo that their people are also missing, and they are going to be decent." Two bad news in a row, loss of communication, in addition to signal shielding, is death, the latter is more likely.

"Our people go too."

"Yes."

same.

The message spread everywhere. A dozen groups of people drove in the direction reported by Kovolo, overtaking, speeding, and running red lights. The Swedish police on duty at night received the report but ignored it.

tonight.

If it is not the headquarters transfer.

otherwise.

Stick to your post, this is an order.

...

"get off."

A dozen off-road vehicles stopped outside a factory building. It was located in a suburban area and was sparsely populated. Because of the underground forces nearby, public security was poor and few people came at night.

but.

Kovolo is the No. 1 underground power in the world.

In front of it.

These are little brothers, but the business is different. Kovolo has broken away from the low-level business model and prefers the high-level underground forces. Strictly speaking, it is an upgraded version of the underground forces---the dark forces.

"Be careful."

Dozens of people got off the car.

Looking at the factory in the distance.

There.

Surrounded by iron fences, some lights in the workshop were still on and some lights were flashing. According to the description of the mission, only Kovolo's people entered, and others were temporarily outside, ready to support.

"on."

Nearly twenty fully armed Kovolo members marched against the wall.

"Good professional."

rear.

The members of the consortium kept nodding their heads. The members of Kovolo were all elites among the elite. At first glance, they are well-deserved. A considerable part of the CIA's global intelligence network is controlled by Kovolo.

really.

There are two brushes.

quickly.

The people from Kovolo entered the factory.

But ten seconds.

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

The fierce battle sounded, and those crouching behind became nervous. After nearly half a minute, the sound stopped. At night, they returned to the previous silence. They wanted to know the result of the battle.

"Kovoro support failed!"

quickly.

There was a sound in the headphones.

"Kovoro's new support is coming."

"..."

This style of painting.

It seems a little strange!