Inside the building, the Baroness and her four companions came out of the elevator, walked quickly out the door, got into a black Hummer, and sped away.
The alarm left them no time to pay attention to the empty front desk. The four warheads that had completed the activation procedure were much more important than the inexplicable disappearance of several front desk security guards.
As soon as the black Hummer left, a silver-gray Renault van stopped in front of the building and the side door opened with a whoosh.
On the passenger seat of the van, a man covered in black combat uniform, even his goggles were black, looked around, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the street on the side: "It's their black Hummer, chase it."
The black man driving the car was about to do as he was told when he heard a faint voice from behind him: "I think it's better for you to stay here."
There were six people in the car, two in the front and four in the back, all of them were startled and subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Just as the voice was being spoken, a white figure came into the back compartment from the side door, spread his arms, and held down two men in silver armor in the back seat with one hand each.
The six people in the car looked at this man.
The man was wearing pure white armor, had a pair of blue-purple coated lenses on his face, and two black-handled long swords were inserted diagonally behind his back.
At first glance, he looks very similar to the man in the all-black combat uniform on the co-pilot's seat, but the colors are reversed.
"White Ghost?" A silver-armored man who was being held down screamed subconsciously, and almost at the same time as another silver-armored man, he attacked the white-armored man with his fists and elbows.
Duang! Duang!
There were two slightly dull impact sounds, the fist landed on the white-armored man's cheek, and the elbow hit his ribs.
The man in white armor still sat upright in the back row, seemingly unharmed: "The accuracy is OK, but the strength is a little lacking."
The co-pilot in all-black combat uniform suddenly pushed open the door, grabbed the top edge of the roof, bent over, turned around, and kicked his feet in from the rear door, heading straight for the man in white armor's face.
Bang! Pop!
The two feet in black combat uniforms collided with the raised foot of the man in white armor, and he was kicked out of the car again, flipping over and falling out of the side door.
The two men in silver armor took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Silver fist shadows and white palms kept clashing, and the clanging sounds filled the car.
The white-armored man who was fighting one against two did not even move his body. He blocked all the attacks of the two silver-armored men with just the movement of his hands.
The man in black combat uniform found an opportunity, instantly drew out the long knife from his back, and stabbed with lightning speed.
The man in white armor grabbed the hand of the man in silver armor on his right, raised it up and swung it, using it to block the knife.
Opposite the man in silver armor, a red-haired woman held her breath, watching the flying fists and flashing knives nearby, and reached out to touch the gun beside her.
However, in her mind, she always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the man in white armor who suddenly appeared.
When her hand touched the gun, she suddenly paused and exclaimed, "Wait, everyone, don't do anything yet."
Upon hearing this, the two men in silver armor slowed down their movements, and one of their arms was immediately grabbed by the man in white armor.
Holding the knife, the man in black armor was about to attack again, but he hesitated and finally did not stab.
The red-haired woman carefully looked at the man in white armor for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Are you... the Angel of Judgment, the one who killed Duhovic in the Hague Court?"
Luke laughed, and his pair of blue-purple lenses changed shape, with the corners of his eyes raised: "It seems that you know me. Let me introduce myself formally. My name is White Wolf."
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and placed it in front of the red-haired woman.
The red-haired woman stretched out her hand blankly and shook it back, then she came to her senses: "Why... did you stop us?"
Luke: "Because I don't want you to fight with Cobra in the street and accidentally hurt innocent people."
Everyone in the car looked at each other, and no one said anything for a while.
After a moment, the silver-armored man on Luke's right couldn't help but mutter, "If we don't take action, are we just going to watch others do bad things? That will mean more deaths!"
Luke turned his head to look at the other person's non-African face under the transparent mask, took back his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Little brother, don't let your ability limit your imagination. Now that I'm here, I naturally have a way to deal with them."
The unlucky man's face turned black: Are you fucking saying that I am not capable enough
Luke waved at the all-black combat uniforms outside the car and said, "Get in the car. We'll follow."
The man in all black hesitated, but got back into the passenger seat.
Luke closed the car door and patted the back of the driver's seat: "Brother, let's go. (Bro, gogogo)"
The big black man's eyes met with the man in all-black combat uniform and the red-haired woman for a moment, and after receiving a nod from the two, he turned around and drove off.
Luke activated the armor's projection system and placed it in front of the black man in the front row: "The red dot is the Hummer, and the blue dot is us. Don't get too close, or you'll be spotted."
The others in the car were silent for a moment: It was indeed a long-planned plot. They even installed a tracker on the Cobra.
It was the red-haired girl who broke the silence and stated her position first: "Mr. White Wolf, the other party stole an important technological product belonging to France from us. We must get it back."
Luke crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair: "So you have official authorization from France for this operation?"
The red-haired woman paused when she heard this: they were all in a hurry to come and stop the situation from getting worse, so how could they have the authorization
But she immediately made amends: "Authorization is being applied for and will be sent in ten minutes at most."
Luke shrugged: "Sorry, I won't pin my hopes on a young man like this."
As he said this, he patted the shoulders of the silver-armored "guardians" on his left and right again, his tone was extremely aggressive.
"Besides, the news about the warhead transportation was originally leaked by an insider of Mars Industries." He continued: "It is not certain how many people in NATO are related to this matter. I don't have time to guess their attitude. Therefore, I will deal with it directly."
Everyone in the car couldn't help but complain in their hearts: You are in charge of everything and you finish everything, so what should we young people do
The red-haired woman was not giving up and tried a few more times, but finding that the white wolf was unmoved, she gave up decisively and began to introduce the two parties to each other.
The big black driver is called Heavy Armor Duti, the man in all black armor who looks like a ninja is called Snake Eyes, the red-haired woman is called... Scarlett, and the middle-aged man next to her wearing a pair of half-black-framed glasses is called Circuit Breaker.
The two little brothers in silver armor were Duke and Ricord, the number one and two who had previously escorted the warhead convoy.
Except for Duke and Ricord who were serving in the US military a few days ago, the rest are in a secret force, with operations mainly in Europe and supplemented by Asia and Africa.
So when Scarlett called out the angel of judgment just now, several people looked at Luke's look again, and the news from a few years ago was recalled.
After all, the Angel of Judgement is the earliest famous superhero in Europe!
However, the appearance of the White Wolf armor is somewhat similar to that of their enemy, the White Ghost, with the only minor differences being that the White Ghost wears a hood instead of a helmet, and the handles of the double swords behind him are white.
Luke's appearance was too sudden, and Snake Eyes and the two little brothers in silver armor couldn't help but take action.