Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

The head of the technical group who also looked at the screen held down the headset: "Mr. W, you have to look at this, I will send it to your tablet."

Mr. W looked at the tablet and stared at Shelley, who looked up at the camera on the screen.

His mood is very mixed.

Shelley is not dead, of course he is happy, but can't show it on his face.

But Shelley had betrayed the organization and himself early. Of course, he was sad, but he couldn't show it on his face.

No wonder Shelley has been slamming the pot on the head of the king of yellow clothes.

It turns out that those fears about the king of yellow clothes were all acting.

——I almost believed it.

——Although I don't know what entanglement is between "Shadow" and the King of Yellow Clothes, it is certain that they are not the same.

Through a headset, Masha said to Shelley: "You are an agent, you should be able to smoke? After all, you will encounter situations where you need to act as a bad woman, right? Come, order one, take a sip, and spit out a cigarette ring. "

Shelley walked to the nearest store, bought a box of "Red Apple" cigarettes and smoked one, borrowed a fire from the owner, lit it, and spit out a smoke ring in the direction of the camera.

She usually doesn't smoke at all, but as Ma Sha said, she is an agent, and she often encounters situations where she needs to smoke and pretend to be a bad woman.

So she has practiced smoking and smoking rings, and she is as superb as an old smoker.

Mr. W issued an order: "Fully armed."

"Do you need to notify the Chinese?"

"No, our own problems, we will solve them by ourselves." Mr. W said, opening the drawer.

This time, he was not using the spear used to execute Shelley, but the small and exquisite Alt PPK pistol that achieved a wonderful balance in penetration, power and recoil.

Of course, Mr. W’s PPK is not the same. This is a specially customized style. The gun has the name of his dead wife engraved on it. This is a pistol that cannot be used in espionage operations, because firearms are usually thrown at any time during espionage operations. , Can not leave content that can reveal the identity.

However, Mr. W felt that now is the time to use this gun.

Holding a love gun with the name of his deceased wife, dying in the revenge of the apprentice who was regarded as an adopted daughter, it unfolded like an opera, and there was nothing to complain about.

Mr. W checked the condition of the firearms and loaded the bullets—the defense of the stronghold was arranged by a special officer, and there was no need for a leader of his level to come forward.

What's more, Mr. W believed that he would probably not do better than his elite agents.

He put the prepared gun on the table and picked up the black tea cup that was still cold.

Shelley entered the door of the Joint Surveillance Center upright, walked directly to the stairs, and then saw Chen Zhongwu fully armed against the wall.

The Chinese looked at the shadow characters on her shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong, I am not going to stop you from fighting against superpowers who can bring back to life. I am not so stupid. I just want to say that I always thought you would be the companion of the King of Yellow Clothes. "

Shelley: "He came a step late."

"That's really a pity." Chen Zhongwu turned and left the same way leading to the stairs.

Shelley took a deep breath.

——I just follow Masha’s instructions and act as an opponent who is conspiring against him, and I feel unhappy.

While deeply understanding his current strong love for Ma Sha this man, Shelley walked up the stairs.

Very strange, she always felt that she could feel whether there was anyone in ambush in the blind spot of the vision upstairs.

This feeling made her swagger to the floor belonging to the United Kingdom.

Then she felt someone ambush behind the door.

She didn't know how she felt it-of course, she didn't need to feel behind this door, and she could conclude that there was definitely an ambush by reasoning. However, Shelley "feeled" the presence of an ambush in a very perceptual way.

Maybe she heard some subtle noises in her ears that her subjective consciousness hadn't noticed, or even felt the unusual air flowing through the gap in the door.

She could even feel the ambush of the closest people behind the door.

However, she and the commander who arranged the ambush received the same training, and the configuration can be guessed with guessing, but-this is different.

Shelley didn't know how to describe her wonderful feelings, she just knew there were people there, and she didn't reach this conclusion through experience and rational thinking.

So, she started to act, pressing the button on the handle of the piano case, the spring operated, bounced the case, and fell to the ground under the action of gravity. At the same time, Shelley pulled out the P90 and shot it at the door. She was not at the door. Front, but fired from the side inwards.

Many bullets hit the wall and made a crackling sound, but many bullets also pierced the wooden door, shot into it, and knocked down the agents who were ambushing on the side to the ground.

The Englishman inside didn't react for a while, all the counter-attacks from the door hit the wall facing the door without touching Shelley at all.

What's amazing is that Shelley seemed to calculate the location of everyone in the room who opened fire on the door based on the ballistics of the counterattack in an instant.

She caught the gap of the opponent's change of bombs, and rushed to the door with a stride, pouring the remaining ammunition to the position she felt.

Then she rolled immediately and pulled out the pistol at the same time

Anticipating that Shelley was about to change bombs, an agent smashed into the door and fell to the ground, while another agent stepped out, holding a shield covering his upper body.

Shelley's pistol fired at the agent who first threw out, and the first shot hit the head, and then she turned to attack the agent's feet who came out.

While the shield agent was hit in the knee and kneeled, the UZI in his hand continuously swept Shelley's body with multiple shots.

Shelley was pushed back continuously by the impact of the bullet, but at the same time he opened fire and hit the head of the agent who was exposed outside the shield because his body was out of balance.

Shelley's skirt was hit by bullets in several long strips, but it was not stained red with blood.

After disposing of the agents who rushed out due to the time for the bomb change, she completed the P90 bomb change, took a step forward, picked up the shield, and rushed into the room.

As soon as she entered the room, she was hit by an agent who charged up. The man fired two shots against Shelley's heart, and then the pistol exploded—the bullet did not go out.

The blasted agent howled.

Then Shelley made up the gun.

Using the dead agent as a shield, she rushed into the house and opened fire continuously.

She counted her kills.

All the combatants should have been knocked down by her.

Except for Mr. W.

Shelley looked at the face of the agent who had died as her shield. Of course she recognized that this guy tried to ask her out to watch the opera several times.

To say that there are no waves in the heart, it is false.