Ten minutes later, GT's bodyguards escorted a man out of the black cell.
When Eric saw this man, his heart shook again.
This person helped with cube-shaped C4 explosives, which were filled with electric detonators, and there was a detonating device in the middle, and numbers were beating on the LCD screen above.
Eric knew it was a bomb vest at a glance.
It wasn't the vest that shocked him, it was the person who wore it.
Isn't this the arrogant Prince Gustav?!
Even he had fallen into the hands of the killers, and Eric seemed to realize how bad the situation had become in the entire castle.
I'm afraid that any police and any rapid response detachment no longer exists, otherwise it would not be possible to be so quiet, let alone let his master fall into the hands of the killer like this, and he would wear such a vest.
"We've taken over the hall, you guys take him there, what to do, I don't need to say it again, right?"
The masked man appeared in the doorway, his voice still the kind that was a little hoarse and low, but also cold.
"Boss, we know what to do."
Several bodyguards nodded and left with Gustav.
After a while, another figure appeared outside the door.
Like the Masked Man, he wears a mask and wears a white jumpsuit that looks like some kind of overalls.
When the man in white turned around and closed the door, Eric saw the blue lettering on the back of his shirt - Lobster Mama Food Company.
Eric suddenly remembered that the two killers who were first intercepted at the police checkpoint on the island were trying to infiltrate the delivery personnel disguised as video companies.
Come to think of it, this is one of them.
The man in white closed the door, holding a video camera with a tripod in his hand, and walked in the direction where Eric was.
After less than a second of thought, Eric decided to get his hands dirty.
Because the people in the black prison are too worthy of going down to find out his identity by themselves.
Eric had a vague idea of who it was, but he couldn't believe it was a fact.
A killer should be calm, but at this time, Eric could no longer suppress the doubts and shocks that were infinitely surging in his heart, and he was already in turmoil.
He clamped his legs tightly around the pillar, a move that Eric had done countless times, and the muscles in his legs were so powerful that he could get stuck on the pillar without falling to the ground.
Then, like a spirit monkey, he took off his leather shoes, tied them together, and then went up with a belt around his waist.
The wooden and rubber heels would make an extremely crisp sound when they hit the ground, and he believed that the slightest sound he made would alarm the old man in the black cell.
Unless, of course, the room isn't what he imagined.
After doing all this, the man in white had already walked directly below the pillar where Eric was, and when he leaned down and looked down, Eric could even see the hair on the top of his head stuck together due to the oil, and the white scalp that was faintly visible.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Eric's lungs were filled with fresh oxygen, which immediately calmed his mind, and the whole world seemed to be left behind by him in an instant, and now Eric, the god of thunder, has re-become John of the Twelve Apostles.
This was the highest level of top-notch Assassins required of the Brotherhood, an ancient Assassin order, to be selfless.
Eric's senses were maximized, and his ears, eyes, muscles, everything, were in a state of extreme euphoria.
In the eyes of the Assassins, there were only targets at this time.
He fell like a giant bat and pounced on the man in white who was walking forward in the hallway.
The dome was more than three meters above the ground, and it fell in an instant.
However, when Eric was still more than a meter above the other party's head, the man in white seemed to sense the sudden change in the air.
It was only a very small change, but it was enough for a high-level assassin to be alert to the changes in the environment.
Hardly there's any hesitation, and the man in white jerks out his gun.
It only took less than a second, and he was confident in his hand speed and could fire at least two shots into the air.
The Glock 17 that he had snatched from the policeman on his waist was filled with empty bullets, and two shots were enough to inflict heavy damage on the attackers.
In his career as a killer, he didn't have many opponents.
Looking back on his more than 10 years of assassination career, at least until his current position, he has not missed a record.
Prudence, vigilance, and toughness are the key to his survival, and they are also the laws of his life.
It's just that he really underestimated his opponent.
If he had known that the man who had fallen from the top of his head was actually a top-tier assassin who had been trained in the same organization as the man he called "The Boss" in the Black Cell, and had received the highest honorary title, perhaps he would not have chosen such a stupid and almost idiotic way of fighting back.
Perhaps, he should choose to shout to at least alert the people in the room before he dies.
The man in white is too confident in himself, almost to the point of pride, and can be selected as the first person to be caught by the police and sent to the black prison with the boss to pretend to be crazy and stupid, his personal ability and mental quality are definitely the first-class level among gravediggers.
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However, success is also Xiao He defeat.
It was his self-confidence in himself that killed him.
Eric ignored the Glock 17 pistol, which had been raised upwards and landed lightly on the ground before he could aim at him.
His mentor was the former Brotherhood President Thrandes, a legend in Assassin circles.
The soles of his feet landed steadily, and the sound of falling to the ground was minimized without the soles of his shoes, and Eric had practiced countless times about falling from high altitudes to the ground, how to reduce the sound of landing, every muscle and ligament in his legs was instantly making the best response, reducing his sound to the lowest level.
The man in white felt a sudden chill behind his ears, and something pierced his body from there.
He wanted to scream, but he opened his mouth but couldn't control it, and he couldn't scream at all.
The whole body was like a machine that had been cut off from power, and it instantly softened.
The camera in his left hand was caught by the assailant behind him almost simultaneously, and there was no chance of any sound.
Eric gently held the poor creature in his arms as if he were holding a baby.
His right hand was pulled out from behind the ear of the man in white, leaving a window of about a centimeter.
From the cuff of Eric's right suit, a 20-year-long spike was stained bright red.
This is the "sleeve stab" that the Brotherhood's top assassins are good at, and Eric pounces on the man from top to bottom, choosing to stab his brain through the junction of the skull and jaw behind his ear.
Behind the pinna of the lower auricle, there is an acupuncture point that is as deadly as the temple, called the bone point, hitting the ear and the bone point behind the ear, the light can penetrate the eardrum or bleed in the ear, and the heavy can be concussion or death within 5 seconds.
The sleeve spur pierces from there, diagonally upward, in the stem of the brain.
The brain stem was damaged in an instant, and the man in white had already lost his breath after only a few convulsions.