The huge suitcase that flew out of the building fell on the street, with no scratch on the box, but cracks were smashed on the road. The pedestrians were stunned by the high-altitude work of the snake just now, and no one paid attention to the box for a while.

A few minutes later, a sirens came from the street not far away. In such a prosperous urban area, there were government surveillance cameras on almost every road, so it was not surprising that the police would come in time.

However, someone came faster than the police. He was a tall and thin black man, bald, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, and was not very conspicuous. He quickly walked through the crowd, headed straight to the box on the ground, picked up the accountant's suitcase, and walked towards the building.

The main entrance of the building is made of tempered glass, which has been closed by security guards at this moment. The elevators and stair entrances on the 14th to 28th floors are locked. This kind of building, which uses electronic access control systems, can be completely closed in less than a minute.

The black man kept walking to the building quickly, looked up and confirmed which floor the accountant and consultant had just entered, then waved his arms and swung the big box of the accountant out, smashing the door directly. This action attracted all the security guards in the lobby. They didn't talk much nonsense, picked up the short stick they were wearing and rushed up.

He took off his hat and threw it away, and then took off his sunglasses. The black man had no eyebrows on his face and was covered with scars. "Please ask..." He said, while slapped the security guard who was closest to him and ran the fastest away: "Which elevator should you take to the ninth floor?"

One of the security guards running behind recognized him, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Don't go over! He is Spitton!"

In fact, it would be fine if he didn't say it. The bird that stood out had been blown away by a palm and foamed at the mouth for twenty meters. Who wouldn't slow down and think about it before going up?

Spitton continued to walk forward: "Since I dare not stop me, I will answer my questions."

When the security guards saw him step forward, they could only retreat one after another, keeping a distance from him, and they almost turned around and ran away.

"As a sinner who defected from the headquarters, it would be fine if he didn't find a corner to hide, but he dared to come to the door. How unrestrained." A man in a suit and tie came to the lobby. His voice was like a sedative, eliminating the fear on the security guards' faces.

"Defection is just your wishful thinking. I am a mercenary and my position can be changed at any time." Spitton picked up the box he had just thrown in again: "It seems that you are planning to play two tricks with me, and have not yet asked for advice..."

"Meng Qi, Captain of the Knights." Meng Qi replied; "You don't have to report yourself. 'Night Knight' Mark Spitton, you are in the same group as the invaders upstairs. Thanks to you, this base has to be abandoned. So before the HL people arrive, there are still many things that need to be destroyed, and you are one of them."

Spitton seemed to have no intention of putting down the box. He took out a kerosene lighter from the inner pocket of his shirt with one hand, shook the metal shell and drew out the flames: "I'm happy to help you when it comes to destroying things." When the last word came out of him, the lobby suddenly became dark, and there was no light source left except for the lighter flame.

It was still daytime at this moment. Looking out from outside the building, the first floor of the building seemed to be covered by a layer of black light curtain.

Meng Qi heard of the name of the Night Knight, but he knew nothing about his abilities. He estimated that this was some kind of power that restricts others' vision. Although it was tricky, it was not difficult to deal with.

He rushed straight to where the flame was and slashed down with his palm. A small bunch of sparks flashed out in the darkness, making a sound of metal and iron.

The next second, the security guards' flashlights lit up in the dark and shone here, but they saw Spiton holding up his suitcase and blocking it like a shield, preventing Meng Qi's knife.

"So it's a mutant... This kind of force is almost the same as the level." Spitton was already thinking about it. He turned around for a while, threw the lighter in his hand up, and then quickly punched Meng Qi's head, but the lightning-like jabs all hit the left forearm that Meng Qi used to protect his face.

The hardness of Meng Qi's forearm from the tip of his hands is close to the alloy on the outside of his forearm, and the blade protrudes like a blade, which can be said to be a knife-wielding hand. Fortunately, Spidon's jab is used. If he uses a heavy punch, when the fist touches the arm knife, his finger bones will break.

"It seems that it is not a copper-shaped iron bone, invulnerable to swords and guns, but just a hard arm." Spitton caught the falling lighter, waved his tail and attacked Meng Qi with a move.

Meng Qi is absolutely confident in close combat. Mutants like him are basically all extraordinary in five senses and are agile. His arm and knife are fast, fast, smart and powerful. Although he is considered a rank-level ability, in terms of strength alone, he is not much weaker than He Yi, who is not good at hand-to-hand combat. In terms of fighting skills, he is even more ahead of him, so he can stand out among elite knights and become the Cavalier captain with his rank-level strength.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Spitton. The kick of the Night Knight was indeed not fast. Meng Qi bent and raised his arms to block it in front of him, and steadily defended it. But after half a second of the pressure, Meng Qi's feet left the ground, and he was knocked away by a huge thrust, knocked through the ceiling and went directly to the second floor.

Spitton closed the lighter, the darkness disappeared, and the lobby became brighter again. He lifted the box and continued to move forward. When he passed by the dumb and scared security guard, he left a sentence: "Don't lead the way, I saw that the elevator over there is from the first to the thirteenth floor."

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The thirteenth floor of the building, five minutes ago.

He Yi touched the peeled scalp on his forehead. Although it was a very thin layer and did not shed any blood, his hairstyle was basically ruined. After all, he was the number one master in Kaifeng's Iron and Steel Rumors, and of course he would not have a small temper. How could he tolerate these unknown people doing this several times?

"It's convenient?" He glared at the gambling snake and said, "Hmph... you might as well ask me to leave a living."

The ten knights beside He Yi raised their right arms and pressed their left hand on their right wrist, aiming at the gambling snake with the cannon hidden in their sleeves (a mass-produced shooting weapon made by steel rules).

"That's right." The gambling snake stretched out its arms, his legs were put together, and his body leaned back like a cross, and fell to the outside of the building again.

Just as the knights were wondering whether this person was running away or committing suicide, seven or eight grenade girls flew in from the window like flowers...
Chapter completed!