Mutom, as usual, got up early in the morning and read the newspaper while eating breakfast with his wife and children. While urging the children to hurry up and stop their fighting, the wife told Mutom that it was not good to read the newspaper for breakfast.

Garlic bread, toast, various sauces, bacon, yogurt, fruit, and ...... are on the table Wait a minute. Taking a sip of hot cocoa, Mutom ended breakfast with a smile. stood up and kissed his wife goodbye, and the two children were taken outside the door by the nanny to wait for the school bus to pick them up.

Picking up his briefcase, Mutom's driver and secretary were already waiting at the door. Saying goodbye to his wife again, Mutom quickly boarded the car. The secretary began to report to him on today's itinerary.

"Boom~squeak~~!" Suddenly, a sharp brake sounded! Muthom's eyes widened in horror as a garbage truck ran over his two children at breakneck speed!

He frantically pulled the car door, but it all happened so fast! When his car door opened, the garbage truck "boom~!" The one that had already bumped into his two children. The garbage truck, which did not brake, dragged out a long bloody road.

Crushed corpses, blood, and fragments of muscle tissue and internal organs splattered everywhere. This car, perfectly avoiding the nanny at the door, ran over his two children directly in front of him...... Smash.

"Ah~~~" Frightened and shrill screams, Mutom turned back with difficulty. I saw his wife, standing at the door of the house, covering her mouth, kneeling helplessly on the ground, screaming miserably.

Suddenly, there was a flash of fire in the door...... "Boom!!" "A violent explosion rang out! The explosion of air and flames instantly engulfed his wife who was kneeling at the door!

It was also at this time that a voice sounded in Mutom's ears: "Okay, you can also go back......"

Mutom, hard to turn back. At the same time, he felt a little pain in his neck from being scratched by something. His secretary, on the other hand, watched with horror as his wife was engulfed in flames.

Screaming and screaming, he rushed out of his dilapidated home, which had been bombed. In the flames, he fell to the ground and burned.

"From the moment you chose to betray, you should have thought of today, didn't you......" The expression on the secretary's face did not change, but he turned around in more horror and hugged Mutom, whose body was gradually paralyzed.

Without a trace of emotion, even the lips squirmed low, and the voice was very soft: "You won't be in pain, probably the only pain is that you need to watch your wife and children disappear from this world together......"

Mutom turned around with difficulty, as if trying to get a better look at the secretary who had been with him for more than ten years. However, all he could see was a face that was fading into obscurity. All I heard was a cold voice: "People, don't overestimate your ......"

A tear slipped from Mutom's eyes. The piercing sounds of ambulances and firetrucks continued to sound. Mutom collapsed to the ground, and the secretary held him on his hand with a look of horror.

"In the next life, remember to grow your brain." Ambulance crews arrived, and Mutom was put in an ambulance. The secretary disappeared into the chaos. No longer to be found.

Buenos Aires, Plaza de Mayo. An elderly man in his sixties with gray hair in his sixties dressed in long-sleeved casual clothes. Smiling and feeding the pigeons, flocks of pigeons gathered around him without being afraid at all.

The old man looked kind and kind, and always had a smile on his face that made him want to be close. But when a white short-haired man who looked to be about thirty strong, walked into him and whispered something in his ear.

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and the pigeon next to him seemed to feel something "fluttering ~ fluttering ~" and flew up and fled in all directions.

The old man's hand was steady, and he gently sprinkled the breadcrumbs on the ground. But the pigeons did not dare to come close. It wasn't until the old man turned to leave, and when he was far away, did they tentatively fly over and start pecking at the breadcrumbs on the ground.

"Mutom is dead?!" The old man asked softly as he walked. There was no one around him, but as soon as his words fell, a strong man came over and whispered, seemingly unintentionally: "Cardiac arrest, cerebral infarction ......"

The old man did not speak, and the man continued to whisper: "His two children were in a car accident at the door of their house. His wife was frightened and rushed out to see the children without turning off the gas and causing the explosion......"

"It's ruthless enough, it's really their style." The old man still looked nonchalant: "Tell us to go down and let our people move." I don't want to kill us, we don't know anything about it. ”

The man bowed down and whispered, "We've all checked, and there are no problems." As soon as they get closer, we react immediately. ”

"Don't take it lightly, those fools will only be killed if they take it lightly." The old man said in a low voice: "I don't want to follow in their footsteps and arrange good people. As long as they show up, shoot and kill! Even if it's a mistake, I'll be responsible! ”

The strong man in the suit nodded: "Understood!" ”

Then, bow away. I saw a Bentley slowly driving in front of the old man, and another strong man stepped forward and opened the door. The old man sat directly in, and the car left the May Square like this.

MI5 Headquarters, London. In the office under protection, a lady who looked to be in her sixties gently flipped through the papers. Inside the office, there is a full European sofa and chair set, and the floor is covered with Turkish carpets.

Hanging on the wall are famous paintings. The woman, dressed in a beige professional suit, sat at a large desk with a slight frown. And in front of her stood two balding men in suits in their fifties.

"What's going on?! So many people died, why only return now?! The woman's voice was so cold that the two people standing in front of her did not dare to move. The man on the left bowed down and whispered, "Because, there is also a problem with our security line......"

But when he saw the person on the left, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "Two of the people on the three lines have been cut off." Almost all of Tijuana's men were swept up, and the people we had arranged for France were intercepted......"

"Originally, we had a service station as a supplement, but this time the service station was the focus of the accident. As a result, almost all of our news channels have been cut off......"

The lady didn't speak, she just put down the file and sighed: "Forget it......"

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