"You have touched the cake of the Sixth Continent. This is just a lesson he is giving you. In addition to the bomb, he also arranged a group of killers. You have to listen to me next." Ye Wangchuan's voice is fascinating and magnetic. He seems very steady, giving people a sense of security and solidity.
Quentin calmed down in an instant, asked his men to put on Bluetooth headsets, turned on the shared Bluetooth, and said to the man on the other end of the phone: "Go ahead."
Ye Wangchuan's few words reassured everyone: "I have arranged some personnel nearby, and now you..."
After hearing this, Quentin agreed with a solemn look in his eyes: "Okay."
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The killers from the Sixth Continent arrived quickly, and when they were sure that Quentin did not get in the car, they immediately stopped concealing their actions and rushed into the building.
However, Quentin and his group, who were supposed to be on the first floor of the building, disappeared, and they soon discovered something was wrong when they entered the first floor of the building.
Because there was no one on the first floor of the building, neither the front desk nor the staff were anywhere to be found, only the elevator was still running.
This scene that went against common sense made the people from the Sixth Continent alert. The leader raised his arm and pressed it down, which was a code word for retreat.
They turned around and saw that the door was blocked by a row of bulletproof shields.
The black muzzle of a gun stretched out from the gap in the bulletproof shield was pointed at them, and the leader was none other than someone from IPA.
Fred stood behind the bulletproof shield and negotiated with the people inside: "We have received a tip-off. It's not too late for you to lay down your weapons now."
The killers from the Sixth Continent never thought that they would attract the police.
It seemed like this group of policemen had been lying in ambush here waiting for them to show up.
This was totally beyond their expectations.
The killers were obviously agitated for a moment, and began to move around on the first floor, trying to find a place to break through and look for their targets.
However, the elevator in the building had been out of service for a long time, and the elevator door was tightly locked. The original fire escape was also locked, with no room to open it.
The IPA police outside were still shouting into the room with a loud speaker: "Put down your weapons now and follow me back."
The killers of the Sixth Continent did not have too many ideas of their own and only acted according to orders. When they found that they could not complete the mission and could not leave.
They decisively chose to shoot and rush through the checkpoint. The sound of gunfire broke the silence of the night, and a fierce gun battle broke out instantly.
Both sides, armed with weapons, chased each other under the shelter of the building, and the sounds of fierce gunfire and grenade explosions continued to echo in the air.
There was a burst of gunfire, bullets flew through the air densely, and the whistling sound was endless.
IPA came prepared this time.
It took them less than ten minutes to suppress the fire inside, and those who were inside were either dead or seriously injured.
Fred looked serious and gestured to stop.
"Someone here is involved in a lot of international cases, try to keep him alive!"
"Yes, Boss."
Just as they were wearing bulletproof vests and preparing to go in alone to check for survivors, the people inside seemed to realize what they were about to do.
The few remaining survivors shot themselves.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Several gunshots were heard.
The fierce gun battle in the building is over.
Fred looked at the blood-stained ground inside, kicked the trash can next to him away, and cursed out loud while suppressing his anger.
"Fuck, those people escaped again!"
With a stern face, he waved his hand to have his men go in and clean up the scene, and notified the local police to come and cordon off the surrounding area.
Then he walked aside and made a phone call: "Everyone is dead." (End of this chapter)