A short distance of five meters.
Mark's face was light and clear, but his heart was playing the "Spoteva March"
"Jiumei, when can I load my memory... it's finished."
"Very soon!"
"This is not a specific time!"
"The integration period is about one year!"
Above the sea of gods, Purple Clothed Loli opened her pocket to the universe, carrying a candy house from a planet inside, while answering.
To be honest, Mark was resistant to this answer.
While daydreaming.
The most basic personal protection that Jiumei mentioned is whether she will intercept a bullet storm that may pierce her own nest!
"I'm in, put away your fire sticks."
"... Damn it!"
Listening to a curse coming from inside, Mark rubbed his handsome, narcissistic cheek.
With a hint of spring breeze, he crossed the messy ground at the door.
Entered room 302!
Looking around, although the timeline has already reached the 20th century.
But both the decoration and furnishings in this apartment are stuck in the 1980s!
The old decoration, old-fashioned furniture, and the entire apartment were almost presented in Mark's eyes at a glance!
Ten steps ahead, behind a table that had been overturned and framed as a barrier, two pairs of lewd eyes peeked out.
Also, the muzzle of the M12 assault rifle produced by Stark Industries is tightly aimed at Mark, wearing only a bulletproof vest and holding his hands high.
Mark's contemptuous smile made the two people behind the table furious.
It's okay to slander themselves, but disrespect towards them is a big problem.
Mark glanced sideways and saw a handsome Middle Eastern man sitting in a nearby chair, holding a detonator in his hand.
Boram Hatu!
The latter casually waved the detonator in his hand and said indifferently, "You should be grateful that you didn't make a strong attack..."
Mark glanced at the two lewd men and ignored them, moving a wooden chair.
Taking out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, he took a deep breath and ignored the two lewd men whose eyebrows kept twitching. He said calmly, "Forgive me for being blunt, you and Alia don't look like siblings at all."
"My father has eight sons and five daughters!"
Mark nodded and said, "I have to say, some of your cultures are still quite advanced."
Bolam Hatu smiled slightly and said, "You are different from what is described in the information."
Mark smiled lightly and blinked, saying, "Men are always very fickle, especially excellent men like me."
The people who were listening inside the house were even more bewildered when they heard the conversation inside.
"What is the boss doing? It's already this time, still narcissistic?"
"You don't know when he's been nervous..."
"Alright, stop talking and wait for the boss's secret code!"
Crouching on the rooftop, the three fully armed individuals tightened the ropes around their waist
In the room!
Boram looked at Mark and frowned, saying, "You're not afraid I'll kill you."
Mark smiled faintly and looked around at the controllable bombs scattered on the wall, saying, "From the beginning, your goal was me, right?"
Boram didn't speak!
Mark said indifferently, "Now I'm here. If you have any tricks, come up with them."
Boram squinted his eyes and looked at Mark, saying, "Alia is the youngest sister in the family. She could have had a bright future, all because of you..."
Mark sneered and interrupted, "With a bright future, you're referring to the double-sided spies lurking in our law enforcement team!"
"We just wanted Alia to have a good educational environment at that time..."
"So you should enter our country through legitimate channels instead of forging documents and illegally crossing over!"
"That's not because of you. You lied to Alia and stained her!"
"Fart it, Alia and I are truly in love!"
"So you betrayed Alia."
"I'm just making the right choice..."
"Alia shared all her most precious things with you, and the result..."
"What do you want me to do? I'm an FBI agent, I'm American..."
"You..."
Sitting on the chair, Hatu stood up in anger, grabbed the silver pistol next to him, and with a click, loaded it directly. He appeared in front of Mark in a few steps.
The muzzle of the gun pressed firmly against Mark's forehead, and in his eyes, anger was raging
"Alia thought you were the one she was destined to be!" Hartu used a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on Mark at the muzzle.
The right finger holding the trigger is suppressing itself from pulling!
Mark's eyes were calm as water, as if he had not placed a deadly handgun against his forehead in his eyes!
Stop it!
"You Americans are always so arrogant!" Hartu took a deep breath, withdrew his pistol, and looked at Mark, saying, "One day, you will suffer the pain and disaster that our God has brought upon you. We will return all the pain you have imposed on us."
After taking a deep look at Mark, he said, "Prepare a fully fueled plane for us, otherwise I'll detonate the explosives now."
"Don't even think about it!" Mark said lightly, ignoring the cigarette that had already burned to the end.
Outside!
Adam and Justin were dumbfounded as they listened to this conversation.
"This guy!" Justin cursed Mark fiercely and immediately said to Room 302, "Mark, headquarters has authorized me to handle it, you have no right!"
"So why don't you come in, you only know how to talk nonsense!" Mark retorted to Justin, who was shouting without hesitation!
Directly made the four terrorists inside the house, including Hatu, slightly lose their focus for a while!
Just at this moment!
"Zheng -"
Flashing through the space, Mark's characteristic dagger in his hand was like a rising silver moon.
"Xiu -"
"Xiu -"
Two terrorists hiding behind the table suddenly saw two things resembling blades on their foreheads.
In an instant, there was a loss of expression in both eyes
Mark quickly dodged to the side, and as he tumbled, he grabbed the pistol that had fallen from Hatu's hand.
Between lightning and flint, Mark knelt down and aimed at the terrorist standing in the restroom, pointing his rifle at the two innocent civilians.
"Bang --"
Flames erupted from the muzzle, and in just an instant, they had already appeared on the forehead of the terrorist.
Next second!
"Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu -"
Ah.
"God..."
The terrorist's eyes suddenly widened, and the rifle in his hand unconsciously pulled the trigger.
In an instant, bullets flew everywhere, making the two people hiding in the corner of the toilet tremble with fear
"Up, up, up -"
"Attack -"
"Up, up, up -"
Outside, upon hearing the first gunshot, Adamton's eyes furrowed and he shouted at the explosion-proof special police in the first row!