MTL - Darkness is Coming-Chapter 610 The Way of Hospitality (Part 1) (Second)

   As Mark Kazonga said, the political struggle in Malawi is **** and dark. It is never the well-dressed politicians in suits and ties that decide the victory or defeat of the struggle, but the armed forces behind the politicians. Assassinations are common here, because the cost of crime is low, the Malawi police are incapable of catching assassins - sometimes they are themselves - and Interpol doesn't set their sights on this impoverished land, As long as the assassination of an official is not shot by his guards on the spot, most of the time the assassin will be able to evade the law.

Therefore, how to protect oneself is a compulsory course for every senior official in Malawi. Among them, the one who has done the best homework is His Excellency Binlu, the former president. He not only equipped himself with three stand-ins, but also transformed the presidential palace into a A labyrinth building extending in all directions. As far as the president's office and study are concerned, these two private spaces dedicated to the president have eight doors, bright and dark, leading to different areas from different routes, and each passage has no dead ends. Real-time monitoring, even if a fly flies in, it can be found.

If you want to raid the Presidential Palace, you must first cut off the surveillance signal, but this will undoubtedly expose the assassin's intentions and make the people in the Presidential Palace alert. When the presidential **** cannot resist the attacking assassins, the President can Leave the dangerous area through the secret door and hide in the underground safe room to wait for support.

   After entering the presidential palace, Mark Kazonga quickly found out the way of the former president, but he knew that someone was going to take his life, but he was too lazy to pay attention to the surveillance screen, let alone move to the security room.

Mark Kazonga's soul is dead after seeing his life's ideals utterly shattered on the verge of being fulfilled, it means nothing to him to live a few more minutes or days of this body, than to panic like a mouse To flee, it is better to sit here, as the President of Malawi, to welcome death calmly.

   Yet Death seemed to have no interest in this old and poor soul.

  ………………

   "Poof"

Tang Fei fired a shot at the oil painting behind him. When sparks shot out from the muzzle, the secret door disguised as the oil painting happened to be pushed open from the outside in, and then a figure fell in. He was wearing a hood and holding a hood in his hand. A gun, a machete and a dagger strapped to his waist, it can be seen that this is an uninvited guest. If Tang Fei hadn't fired this shot, then he should have barged in, not planted in.

However, at the moment when the oil painting was pushed away, a bullet entered his head from his forehead, and a bowl-sized wound was opened on the back of his head, and the brain pulp was splattered on the walls and stalls as paint, but the oil painting was intact and not stained. A little bit of blood.

"Ah!" Mark Kasonga thought that he wouldn't make a fuss no matter what happened. After all, he was already mentally prepared. Even if the assassin stabbed him in the neck, he would not make the slightest sound, but he didn't expect this. A war correspondent still made him exclaim.

The assassin would have a good explanation from here. Maybe the direct descendants of former President Binlu got the design drawings of the presidential palace, or maybe they bought the back office, but why did Tang Fei know that there was a secret passage behind the oil painting, and why did he know that there would be An assassin just came out of there? It was no coincidence or luck that he shot so precisely. But he has been sitting here talking to himself, without even looking at his mobile phone or computer, so how did he do it? Mark Kazonga couldn't think of a reasonable answer.

"Such a good oil painting can't be ruined." Tang Fei explained his behavior of waiting until the last moment to shoot, then turned the muzzle to the right wooden door, squeezed the trigger with his index finger, and moved the muzzle slightly to the right. .

   "Poof"

"Puff puff"

Four bullets penetrated the crack of the wooden door, blasting a few gaps, and then a few dull sounds of falling to the ground sounded outside, which sounded like the crash of a person falling to the ground, and then a smear of scarlet penetrated through the crack of the door. Come in.

  Dry-mouthed Mark Kasonga squeezed the cup with trembling fingers, took a sip of bitter coffee to calm himself down, and kept an eye on Tang Fei's every move.

Tang Fei seemed very confident in the results of the four shots. Instead of opening the door to examine the body, he turned the gun again. This time, he pointed the pistol out of the window. Mark Kazon stepped up and turned his eyes to the direction of the gun. , I happened to see two figures holding downhill ropes falling from the sky, smashing the glass with one foot, but the sound of glass shattering was drowned out by the sound of continuous gunshots, and the two assassins were beaten into a sieve before they could land. Body armor and helmets don't keep them alive.

why is that?

  Why do all the assassins seem to be actors who cooperate with Tang Fei's performance, or, in other words, why can Tang Fei accurately predict the actions of all the assassins? Could it be that Tang Fei is the legendary Awakener? Mark Kazonga wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to see this mysterious Oriental more clearly.

"Oh, these idiots, why do things that can be solved with a sniper rifle or a rocket launcher always like to make it so complicated?" Tang Fei shook his head and sighed, tucked the pistol behind his waist, and took out a baseball-sized piece from there. spherical object.

   "Your Excellency, I suggest you cover your ears." Tang Fei said as he walked towards the main entrance of the study. After speaking, he pulled the tab on the top of the object in his hand, opened the door, and threw the ball to the stairs outside the door.

The    ball rolled down the stairs, and when it rolled down to the last square of the stairs, it just landed in front of four heavily armed assassins.

   "Boom—"

The    sphere turned into countless steel balls, and shattered the four fragile bodies together with the sturdy stairs.

  Tang Fei clapped his hands after closing the door, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's finish the first team, there are still two tables of guests left to entertain."

   "You, you..." Mark Kazonga was stunned, he had never seen such a thing, never thought about it, "Can you predict the future?"

   "Predicting the future? No, no, no." Tang Fei shook his head and laughed, "I'm just an ordinary war correspondent. Maybe I've touched a gun less often than you."

   "How is that possible?" Mark Kazonga couldn't believe Tang Fei's words, aside from Tang Fei's miraculous ability to predict, his marksmanship was amazing.

   "Technology can always make many miracles possible." Tang Fei took off his black-rimmed glasses, took out a fingernail-sized wireless earphone from his right ear canal, and placed it on the low cabinet in front of Mark Kazonga.

   "Try it on." Tang Fei said.

  Mark Katzunga put on his glasses suspiciously, a flat mirror through which nothing could be seen differently.

   "Put on your headphones again."

  Mark Kazonja put on the earphones, and then heard a mechanical electronic sound coming from the earphones.

   "A hostile target is approaching at 11 o'clock, two people in number, holding automatic rifles, model MPi-KM-74, contact countdown 20, 19, 18..."