629 Prologue 1 (1/2)

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Chapter 629: Prologue 1

In the largest city of England, Pruyn.

Between the streams of countless traffic, a group of masked men dressed in black carried their bulging backpacks and rushed into the headquarters of a bank by the street.

”On the ground! On the ground! All of you, on the ground!!” Bang bang!

The gunshots instantly triggered everyone’s nerves, the screams rang out immediately, but they were forced down again quickly, a few guards surrounded from the sides, and were just about to raise their guns, when they were instantly taken down with two more gunshots.

This scene triggered some more soft screams.

In the bank, there were still people withdrawing money for their work matters, as well as the staff at the counters, behind the thick bulletproof glass, the staff quickly and calmly rang the police alarm.

Wooo~~

A piercing siren wailed abruptly, and the whole bank’s shutters fell down quickly and automatically.

”Get rid of ‘em.” The leader in the black mask did not panic in the slightest, saying to his partners in a low voice.

One of his partners sniggered, pulled something from his waist, and tossed it at the door.

That black thing instantly began to spin rapidly, emitting a faint red light, this red light somehow stopped the shutters from descending, and they began to go upwards instead.

The black-masked leader walked up to the counter, and faced down the staff inside.

Bam!

His hand instantly shattered the glass, the bulletproof was more than ten centimeters thick, but he still reached straight through it and grabbed the head of the staff member inside.

With a smack, the head exploded into a bloody mist in his hands.

”Aaaahhh!!” A female staff member beside them began screaming loudly, and in that instant, the terror spread.

Even bulletproof glass could not stop that person.

The smile could clearly be seen on the leader’s masked face.

”Come on… Come on… Hehehe, Cadytius… What should you do?”

The dozen or so black-masked people behind him began to install something in the bank, in a very disciplined manner.

After about a dozen minutes, the group rushed out of the bank, dashing into a dead-end alley off the street, and then seemed to vanish into thin air, never showing up again.

Barroom!!

With a deafening explosion, the headquarters of Pruyn’s largest British Billion Bank became a sea of flames just like that, and the whole bank building began to snap, starting from the first floor, tilting and falling down with a crash.

The bank building, several tens of meters tall, was like a dying giant, its enormous shadow falling down, and crashing heavily onto the streets beneath it.

Boom!

The shattered glass and walls sprayed everywhere, concrete meeting concrete, cars squashed flat, some people could not make it out in time, and were buried underneath the buildings, while others were just grazed, crawling and escaping while covered in blood, there were people around them yelling, others taking out their phones to call the emergency hotline, there were some who hid behind strong walls, and even more who scuttled around everywhere, madly.

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”On the 21st July, 2411, at noon, there was an earthshaking terror bomb attack at the crossroads of Lotus Street, in England’s largest city, Pruyn. The British Billion Bank’s headquarters collapsed due to an explosion, resulting in several dozen dead, and nearly a hundred injured. The incident is still under investigation, according to witness testimony, the terrorists all wore black masks and seemed to be very experienced, they seem to be extremely similar to the masterminds behind the Gatling gun incident last time…”

The news reporter on the television was reporting the latest developments in the case.

In a dim yellow luxurious suite of a hotel somewhere.

A shirtless blonde man with a black dragon tattoo on his arm was watching the news quietly, his golden hair fell over his shoulders, and he wore a white towel, his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of the sofa, his whole person handsome and lazy.

”Looks like they did well.” A woman’s voice came from the bathroom nearby, gentle and magnetic.

”Looks like it.” The blonde man nodded. ”It’s about time the other side makes a move as well.”

”How did you plan it?”

”Wasn’t it settled a long time ago?” The blonde man’s expression stiffened somewhat. ”Even if he is my uncle, once he’s chosen a stand, he needs to pay for it.”

There was instantly some laughter from the bathroom, the woman seemed to be very satisfied with it.

”This is just a little prologue.” The man said softly.

The battle between the light party and the secret party was just beginning.

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In the Calm Forest

A secret area that the light party had yet to discover.

This was the most high-tech underground base, black walls, black floors, black ceiling, it was all hard and smooth rock and stone, bright red lines carved onto the surfaces, monotonous and repetitive.

In a conference room in the very heart of the base, there were many men and women dressed in suits, sitting in their high-backed black chairs, they whispered among each other, discussing something in low voices, some had their brows knitted tensely, others were staring at the host, and yet others were listening to their phones, nodding their heads slightly.

The one sitting in the very center and the very front of the long table was a white-haired man in a black-striped suit, he was like an artist, his long white hair tied into a ponytail, his fingers laced and placed on the table in front of him, his expression stern and calm.

The low voices in discussion continued unbidden, but he seemed to be wholly unaware of them.

”A lot of things have happened recently, some of the secret party members have been acting strangely over there in America, and the witches are appearing more often now, I’ve already taken certain preventive measures.” A bespectacled lady on the right spoke.

”The missing persons cases over here in Asia have not been settled yet, in fact, they seem to be escalating over the years, we don’t have enough upper-level people, so we hope that the headquarters can send us some special agents to help.” A yellow-skinned middle-aged man said deeply.