Raid

  Unfortunately, tomorrow is May 5th and I need to go on duty at the company. The entire business district's internet will be cut off, so I can only rush to write a chapter today, in case I won't be able to send it out from the company tomorrow.

  "Hello, is this the London Municipal Council? Is it? Alright, that's good... Alright, listen up, you bloody idiot, I don't care if you're in charge of this or not, just make sure to notify someone. Tonight after work, you people go and fix that damn sewer at our entrance, got it? Who am I? Fine, fine, do I need to tell you who I am, you stupid cunt? Alright, alright, I'm a colleague of Bond's, yes, we're in the same department. You know where our entrance is? Good, good, tonight after 7 pm, gather some people and inspect the sewer at our entrance. I don't know what the problem is, but the boss says there's a problem, so there must be one."

  With a "clang", Jester heavily hung up the public phone by the roadside and ran towards the white Rolls-Royce where Yi Chen was, shaking off the raindrops on his body before getting in. Yi Chen lit a cigar and handed it to him: "Done?"

  Jester nodded, took the cigar and took a deep drag: "Yes, boss, it's done. That group of dog sons didn't have the time or guts to investigate further, Military Intelligence Section 6 isn't someone they can afford to offend, they'll send people to snoop around, our people can disguise themselves as them after they leave. It's six o'clock now, boss, we need to get ready too."

  Yi Chen nodded and said: "Today is a gloomy rainy day, just right for killing people, that way the blood will flow less... Military Intelligence Section 6 wouldn't normally be equipped with heavy artillery, would they?"

  Cain, who was sitting on one side, nodded: "Yes, boss, they have at most a few submachine guns, they are special agents, not the army."

  Yi Chen smiled: "So, very good, are other places ready?"

  Cain smiled: "I found a few daredevils, gave them enough pay, and let them make trouble, starting at 7:15."

  Yi Chen glanced at the table and said coldly, "Tonight, there's no need to hide anything. Everyone can use their full strength... Caine, don't hold back, understand?"

  Cain nodded: "I never show mercy, my enemies are now all dead."

  At 6:55, two municipal maintenance vehicles rushed to the gate of Military Intelligence Division Six. Several special agents came up and loudly asked them, "What are you doing? Why are you lingering here?"

  The maintenance team leader, who was forced to work overtime after work, shouted at this group of guys: "Damn it, what am I doing? I'm checking the damn sewer according to your request, is that okay? You can call our boss, damn it."

  Several agents called the subordinate department of the Municipal Bureau, got a positive response, and then asked for the number and name of this maintenance team. After carefully checking the chest cards of several workers, they slowly retreated and waved their hands to indicate that the inspection was allowed.

  A group of disgruntled workers roughly inspected the sewer, found no major issues and didn't even bother to notify those agents before driving away. A gray-coated agent spoke into a walkie-talkie: "Alright, nothing's wrong, they're gone. Looks like our manhole cover is normal... Who called them for maintenance?"

  Two more maintenance vehicles came over, and one of the agents muttered in a low voice: "Control room, you keep an eye on the surroundings, we'll go take a look. Two more cars have arrived, damn it! Just as a repair team had just left, another one is coming? These London city officials should all be arrested."

  A few of them walked past, and Caine, wearing a large, heavy yellow jumpsuit, climbed down from the front of the car, yelling at several agents: "Ahah, dear Mr. James Bonds, how are you? Damn it, your sewer is clogged so badly? Damn it, those guys can't handle it, call us to fix it with new machines."

  Several agents shook their heads in dismay, muttering: "Damn it, now even fixing the sewer requires high-tech? The world's technology is really advanced." One guy turned around and made an OK gesture with his hand. Several cameras that were aimed at this side shifted direction. Several agents also looked at Cain and others setting up warning signs on the road before turning to walk towards the entrance hall.

  An agent suddenly came to his senses: "Damn it, these guys are weird. The convoy in front just left less than a minute ago and they're already here. Is there a repair station nearby or something? I've never heard of it."

  He didn't have a chance to ask his questions anymore, a sharp dagger lightly cut off his neck.

  The rain poured down, washing away the bloodstains at the entrance. The bodies of several agents were quickly loaded into the back of a maintenance vehicle. Cain glanced at the cameras and made a slight gesture with his hand. His subordinates lifted up the manhole cover and pretended to insert a rubber tube into it.

  The moon is dark and the wind is strong. There are few vehicles on the road, and in the distance, several warning signs for municipal repairs have been set up, and all vehicles are taking a detour.

  Several agents in the duty room opened their steaming cups of coffee, took a comfortable sip and said: "Ha, look, where did those unlucky colleagues of ours go? In this weather they still have to be on duty outside, it's really suffocating... Oh, they've shrunk back into the hall to escape the wind and rain, if the boss were here, he would definitely scold them."

  Another older-looking guy unfolded a newspaper, intently searching for gossip news that interested him, and said indifferently: "Forget it, the boss is not here, we are all colleagues, who knows if next time it will be our turn to be unlucky on such a day? Enough, enough, God bless, tonight will be another wonderful night."

  Cain and his men continued to repair the gate, Cain sneaked into the carriage, took off his yellow uniform, revealing a crisp gray suit underneath, and then put on a black windbreaker. More than a dozen subordinates dressed in the same way followed Cain, avoiding the cameras in twos and threes, and openly entered the door of Military Intelligence Division 6.

  A little girl on duty in the hall put down the phone in her hand, looked at Cain and frowned: "Which department are you from?"

  Cain walked over, smiling at the little girl, his rough but handsome face revealing a charming smile, intentionally or unintentionally placing his hand on Xiaoyu's hand and saying: "Me? Oh, dear, I'm from the External Operations Department..."

  The little girl hadn't reacted yet to whether the external action department was also too vague, a hand that was equally slender but covered in scars had already crushed her neck, casually stuffing her corpse under the office desk. Sally sat down at the office desk with a cold expression and opened up a newspaper.

  Cain and the others split into several small groups, striding towards the interior of the building, searching for a passageway leading to the basement. They had no information about this building, only relying on finding it by chance.

  Yi Chen and his team were already dressed in full black tight suits, wearing headgear, and quickly invaded from the top floor... Yi Chen's divine sense quickly scanned the surrounding situation, he had seen Chekhov, but did not know how to reach that room, the building was too big, and the roads were too complicated, Yi Chen did not know how to go down.

  Kane and his team arrived in front of an iron gate, the lock was a alloy password lock, the iron gate blocked the corridor just right. Yichen shouted in the earpiece: "Kane, go down along here, yes, then turn right, it's that damn elevator, I found it. Hurry..."

  Cain stepped back a few steps, and a subordinate walked up carrying a metal container the size of a five-pound hot water bottle. He opened the lid and carefully poured liquid nitrogen onto the combination lock. With a few metallic cracking sounds, the alloy fell to the ground in four or five pieces. Cain directly pulled open the iron door and walked in, his silenced submachine gun turning the five special agents coming towards him into sieves. The subordinates following behind them each gave one of their necks a knife slash.

  Yi Chen and others had already swept to the door of the duty room, Phil punched out with a fist, a huge air vortex appeared in front of his fist, heavily smashing onto the steel door in front. Silently, the steel door turned into thousands of iron pieces flying inside, beating those on-duty special agents into a bloody mess, and those surveillance devices also became useless, one after another emitting sparks.

  Phil's punch drained the air from around him, so no word got out, but then the wind that radiated outward made a whistling sound in the corridor.

  Nearby, several people poked their heads out of the doors. One guy cursed: "What are you doing? Making such a big noise..." The last thing they saw was two dark lights flying over, and in the darkness, countless silver stars splashed, followed by eternal darkness.

  Jester swung two dragon-slaying daggers, easily cutting off the necks of these special agents, and together with Phil and Goll, they killed their way down the corridor.

  Yi Chen and Fei Li walked into the duty room, Fei Li's hand waved, the crystal bead flashed, a thread of cold air wrapped around those surveillance devices, the metal explosion sounded continuously, all disk backups became waste.

  Yi Chen glanced at his watch: "Seven fourteen fifty-nine seconds... has it started?"

  Outside, a huge explosion sound came from afar. In the London city area, more than 30 explosion points exploded simultaneously. The attackers did not attack ordinary people, their targets were police stations' parking lots, fire brigades' garages and so on. Police sirens wailed, one after another police cars together with some security personnel rushed to those explosion sites.

  The people at MI6 also heard the explosion and phoned Scotland Yard: "What's going on? A terrorist attack? We have no intelligence."

  "Damn it, by the time your intelligence arrives, Buckingham Palace will have been blown up... You bunch of rubbish." Varys cursed the MI6 agents with relish for a while, then worriedly thought: "It can't be that Chinese guy, right? He shouldn't have such great power."

  People from MI6 were about to contact their own personnel when they suddenly found that all their landline phones had been cut off. They sensed that something was wrong with their headquarters. Along several emergency channels, special agents who were still working overtime at the headquarters drew out their guns and rushed towards the data room, which was the most important place in the headquarters.

  Some departments with heavy weapons opened their arsenals and took out powerful weapons. Cain's estimate had a slight deviation, and the arsenal of these agents actually had heavy weapons such as grenade launchers.

  Cain and his men made their way, following the route map given to them by Yichun, to the room outside where Chekhov was being "interrogated". Several of David's subordinates opened the door and rushed out, raising their guns and firing. Cain went forward alone, bullets hitting his body but all bouncing back, Cain directly broke their necks with his hands, afterwards, one of Cain's subordinates kicked open the door to Chekhov's room.

  Jester rushed over just in time to see the scene of Cain's bullet, muttering to himself: "Last time I said Cain had more than three times the muscle strength of a normal person, it seems I underestimated him, at least twenty times. This son of a bitch has been holding back his strength all along... Damn Cain, I must find an opportunity to exchange blows with you."

  Cain turned back and looked at him, nodding his head and saying: "Everything going smoothly?"

  "Of course it's going smoothly, oh my god, is this an interrogation?" Jest's malicious gaze swept through the gate, and Cain looked at him, also stunned.

  On Chekhov's body lay the beautiful young woman, Madelyne, while beside him, the female agent he had requested, Illyana, looked on in shock at the sudden arrival of Kane's subordinate.

  Cain raised his gun and knocked Eliza and Matilda unconscious, then rushed into the room, pulling Chikov along: "Hurry up, hurry up, we have to go."

  "Good God, you're even more lovely than the Lord himself!" Chekhov exclaimed. Cain punched him in the arm: "The Lord is trash in your mouth, are we only a little better than trash? Come on, come on..."

  Chekhov hastily put on a pair of underpants, rushed out of the room in a flurry, saw Jest and exclaimed with joy: "Oh, dear, you've come to rescue me, it's too good."

  Cain's subordinates had pulled Chekhov's gang of friends out from the adjacent rooms, several people were only wearing underwear, and they slapped each other on the face with Chekhov, asking: "How's your chick?" "Very energetic, just a little small..." "Mine is fine, big brother..."

  Cain interrupted the gang's discussion and said quickly: "Gentlemen, let's go, be careful or the British government will send troops to deal with us."

  "Alright, listen up, they've got a lot of people outside one room, yeah, it's the data room, we gotta take that out. Jester, you go support Phil and Gorm, Mr. Kane, take those idiots with you, to the river behind, two speedboats are ready... Dammit, aren't they wearing any clothes? Forget it, this rain won't kill them, move fast, I'll give you the route map... Hmm, Jester, after going up, second corridor on the right, then down the stairs, all the way down..."

  Yi Chen and Fei Li stood on the rooftop of the Military Intelligence Department, with Fei Li guarding nearby and Yi Chen focusing his senses to perceive everything happening within the building below, providing the most detailed on-site command. In terms of effect, the Americans' battlefield data sharing system was nothing compared to what Yi Chen was doing at this moment.

  Jester rushed towards Phil and the three of them converged at a staircase before charging into the data room already filled with agents. Kane and his team, on the other hand, made it to the riverbank behind the building without incident, boarded a speedboat and sped away.

  A group of overworked office workers hastily poured out of the building towards the gate, with a few people holding handguns among them.

  A woman suddenly pointed at Sally and shouted: "You are not the one on duty tonight. I personally arranged for someone to be on duty, you can't fool me."

  The old woman was still showing off how wise and capable she was, Sally had already indifferently pulled out her own weapon, a replica MP series submachine gun, which after being modified by some underground military industry experts, fired 11mm caliber armor-piercing bullets, using a two-hundred round drum magazine, really was a necessary weapon for killing people, setting fires, violating laws and discipline or for gangsters fighting over territory.

  Sally pulled the trigger, and within twenty meters, the armor-piercing bullet unleashed its powerful killing power, just like cutting wheat. The group of unlucky devils fell to the ground. Sally stood up, slowly retreating towards the gate, a group of special agents had already turned around and rushed over, dense bullets shooting towards Sally. Sally exerted her instincts honed in the South American jungle, almost as if she was walking through the bullets, quickly retreating towards the two maintenance cars.

  The carriage facing the gate suddenly collapsed, and three 20mm heavy machine guns were set up inside each vehicle. Amidst the terrifying sound of "dang dang dang", the walls of the Military Intelligence Bureau's gate fell off in large chunks the size of a washbasin, and the bodies of the special agents who rushed out were pierced through holes the size of a bowl, their bodies flying out like falling leaves.

  Several police cars drove over, the heavy machine guns turned their muzzles and fired at those police cars. Sally crouched on the ground, aimed at the drivers of those police cars, and pulled the trigger. Sally shot the drivers first, then a storm of 20mm bullets made these police cars explode happily.

  Phil and Goll grasped their treasured swords, activated their superpowers, and slowly revolved the mighty True Yuan Force within them, as if two tornadoes charged forward.

  Brahma's two treasured swords suddenly emitted over 2 meters of red flames, which in Jester's envious gaze, formed into two lion-like beasts that roared and pounced out. The special agents holding modernized weapons seemed to have had the most bizarre nightmare of their lives as they stared at this surreal scene, before their bodies turned to ash in the high temperatures of over 10,000 degrees.

  Jester was enjoying the scorching air, while Phil and Goll were not too fond of the high temperature. Jester shook his head saying: "Geez, if it weren't for my small stature, I'd really like to trade weapons with you guys."

  Gol looked at the small dagger in Jester's hand, then at his own big fist, shook his head and said: "Next life." With one punch, he blasted open the door of the data room, and the three rushed in. They opened some file boxes marked as top-secret, took out some interesting files, and set fire to everything inside.

  "Alright, retreat! Everything's going smoothly, pull back completely. Get rid of those two vehicles for me. If you can't bear to part with the weapons on them, you've got five minutes to smash them into Military Intelligence Division 6... Brothers, let's go!"

  Due to Yi Chen's final command, the next morning, some heavyweight media such as The Times revealed that the headquarters of MI6 had collapsed by half.

  It came naturally to those speakers to attribute this to some terrorist organization's revenge against the UK, only a few people probably knew where the root of the problem lay.

  Back in their own nest, Yi Chen ordered Kain to give Chekhov a good beating before handing him a gold card and saying softly: "Chekhov, you almost got us all killed, did you know that?"

  Chekhov wept and said: "Boss, I'm sorry, don't fire me, I won't take the initiative again in the future."

  "Damn it, why would I drive you away? I still need you to crack those credit card passwords for me... You've got six months, go have a vacation in Japan. Once the heat dies down, I'll get you a new identity and you can come back. Got it? In Japan, don't cause any trouble, you say it's paradise, so go ahead and have fun with the girls. Just don't mess with the local gangs, got it?"

  Chikov quickly hugged Yichen's thigh, laughing and saying: "Ah, dear boss, even God is only worthy of licking your toes, you are really the savior of humanity... How much money is in this gold card?"

  Everyone present showed a look of not daring to teach, and Yichen said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I prepaid a portion of this dividend to you, 10 million US dollars, which can be overdrawn to 50 million. I think Japanese prostitutes won't cost $10,000 per time? Enough for you to spend lavishly."

  Chekhov burst out laughing, completely disregarding the physical pain from Kain's earlier scolding, and asked Yichen: "Boss, what about my buddies? I really can't bear to part with them."

  "Alright, alright, give them some money and let them go back to Russia. Remember, tell them not to breathe a word about this, or they're dead meat... You've got one hour, Chikov, the next flight is taking off soon. Give yourself an hour to settle things with them, and for God's sake, put on some pants! What the hell were you thinking running out in your underwear?"

  With a face ashen, looking at his headquarters that had almost been razed to the ground, David said viciously: "I know who did it, no one else would do such a thing... Chikov has gone missing? Then his boss must know something... I'm sure..." He carefully made sure no one beside him heard his muttering to himself. If he could catch this damned 'terrorist', that would be a great achievement; why should he let others share in it?