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Chapter 155 Immortals Abound (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Bang bang bang-!"

At that moment, neither side had time to consider whether the gunfire would attract patrolling soldiers, and they engaged in a fierce firefight across the corridor.

All four men were incredibly accurate marksmen, each bullet aimed directly at the opponent's vitals.

Even more astonishingly, they all possess superhuman dynamic vision and reaction speed, allowing them to dodge head attacks while using body armor to block bullets aimed at their torsos.

Of course, not everyone is so strong or well-prepared.

Benji immediately took cover against the wall upon opening fire, even pulling his coat over his head in an attempt to use Kevlar fibers to protect himself from a possible headshot.

Smith, dressed as a homeless man, didn't even wear a bulletproof vest. Fortunately, Ethan fought alone and didn't gain the upper hand due to Smith's quick reflexes.

"Fack—"

Under attack from three sides, Ethan was forced to retreat, and blood was seeping from his forehead and neck.

No matter how agile you are, it's impossible to dodge the bullets from three sharpshooters at the same time.

So, just a second ago he was all aggressive, but then he used the most common tactic used by secret agents—he grabbed Benji and turned to run away!
The two men crouched low as bullets whizzed past their heads.

"CIA, pshaw."

Harry Hart glanced at the fleeing figures, curled his lip in disdain, and then turned his gaze back to the two people in front of him.

He had realized that neither this Frenchman nor Rorschach Butcher, the nationally wanted man he could recognize at a glance, were easy opponents to deal with.

So, this self-proclaimed gentlemanly agent proposed a compromise:
"Although we used silenced weapons, the sound of bullets hitting the walls has probably alerted the patrol."

His gaze darted between Rorschach and Smith, then he shrugged. “There are four nanobombs in total. Rather than waiting to be surrounded by thousands of soldiers, we’ll split them equally—I’ll take two, and you can each take one of the remaining two.”

Smith's expression faltered slightly; for him, the suggestion wasn't entirely unacceptable.

After all, the higher-ups only told him to bring back nanobombs, but didn't specify how many.

However, the next second, Rorschach's cold voice interrupted.

"Even if we were to split them, I would take two. No, I've suddenly changed my mind."

Rorschach abruptly pointed his gun at Harry Hart and hissed, "Your attitude, you Brit, really annoys me! And I promised two friends that every time I see one of you Brits, I'll beat him up!"

Harry reacted swiftly, raising his gun to return fire. Even though the pistol he was holding, specially made by the organization, had an astonishing rate of fire, the bullets only whizzed past Rorschach's cheek!

"Bang bang bang-!"

Rorschach's bullets flew out one after another.

Despite being prepared, Harry was still hit by three bullets.

Two of the bullets were stopped by his bulletproof suit, but the third bullet pierced through the side of his neck, leaving a charred and smoking mark!

"Fake Squid!"

The excruciating pain made Harry curse aloud.

He didn't bother to fight for the briefcase, and retreated quickly while using bullets as cover.

As he retreated, he threw a round grenade, attempting to trap Rorschach and Smith with adhesive tape once again.

But this time, Rorschach won't fall for it so easily.

As soon as the grenade left his hand, he raised his gun and fired a burst of fire. The bullets hit the grenade precisely, sending it flying back to Harry!
"Shit—"

At the critical moment, Harry swung the black umbrella in front of him.

Squat down!

Open the umbrella!
The movements are done in one go.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, blue adhesive splattered all over the umbrella surface.

Although the impact swayed Harry, he was unharmed.

After getting up, he glared fiercely at Luo Xia, then disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Luo Xia frowned, and without further delay, quickly grabbed his suitcase and prepared to leave.

At that moment, alarm bells blared in the corridor, and red warning lights flashed wildly.

If we don't leave soon, we'll probably face an encirclement and annihilation by thousands of soldiers.

But as soon as he took a step, his right foot was firmly pulled back by a force.

Rorschach sighed helplessly, looked down at the Frenchman, and said, "Buddy, let's go outside first, okay? I think you're pretty good at hand-to-hand combat. Once we're in a safe place, we'll have a fight. I can promise you, if you beat me, I'll give you one."

Upon hearing this, Smith asked in a muffled voice, "What if I lose?"

"If you lose, get the hell out of here! Damn it, you French folks are shameless! You think you can haggle after losing?!"

Luo Xia kicked the guy away. If it weren't for his kind appearance and the fact that they had teamed up for a while, he would have shot him dead long ago.

It's important to know that when the two first clashed, their moves were all aimed at crippling or killing.

"Damn it, didn't I hear that Paris was completely occupied by blacks? Why were you sent here?"

"I'm from Marseille, and I hate Parisians the most."

"I see. So, what's the difference between you two?"

The two hurried down the corridor, only to be met with a burst of bullets from a patrolling soldier.

Now that they'd been exposed, there was no need to hide anymore. They picked up the submachine guns on the ground, preparing to force their way out. Fortunately, Harold's escape route was relatively clear; returning from the warehouse would only take three minutes to break out of the military base.

In another corridor a few hundred meters away, Ethan Hunt, still wearing his general's mask, calmly issued orders to several senior officers:

"Remember, the target is a short-haired man in a dark suit, about six feet tall, with a strong build and quite handsome looks."

"He was wearing a brass pendant around his neck and a plastic bracelet on his wrist, which is extremely dangerous!"

"Deploy all forces immediately! Armored vehicles, attack helicopters, tanks, drones, snipers! We cannot allow him to escape with the nano-bombs!"

"clear!!!"

At the fake general's command, the real soldiers sprang into action.

“Ethan.”

After confirming that no one was around, Benji asked him, puzzled, "If we make such a big scene, will the nanobombs still fall into our hands?"

"As long as I have this face, I can give orders however I want," Ethan said confidently.

This time, he not only wants to bring back the nanobomb, but also to personally deal with the Federation's most wanted criminal!
Let the IMF (Impossible Mission Group) become a legend in the world of federal intelligence!
at the same time.

At the corner of the base's outer wall, a blazing cutting mark emanated firelight from within.

A few seconds later, Harry Hart shut off the flamethrower at the top of the umbrella and emerged from the hole in the wall with a gloomy face.

Just a little bit different!
He was just a hair's breadth away from returning to London in triumph with the nanobombs!

"Damn Frenchmen! Damn Americans! Fuck!"

He couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse.

Suddenly, a playful female voice came from ahead:

"Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen someone from Kingsman use such foul language."

From the shadows ahead, a tall woman, carrying two guns and a sniper rifle, gracefully emerged.

Ilsa raised an eyebrow at him. "What? Finally abandoned your ridiculous gentlemanly manners?"

(Ilsa, from the movie Mission: Impossible)

“I don’t have time to chat with you MI6 people right now.” Harry Hart gave her a cold glance and turned to leave.

He had to contact the hackers as soon as possible. While he was fighting Rorschach and Smith, he had secretly attached a miniature tracker to the Frenchman.

These two want to shake off his pursuit? Not so easy!
But time must be quick, since it seems that all the armed forces in the base have been alerted.

But Ilsa clearly had no intention of letting him go.

The woman raised her gun, pointed it at the man who always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, and demanded sharply, "What happened inside? Why the sudden alert? Who has the nanobomb now?!"

"Are you going to shoot me?"

Harry Hart looked at her with disdain. "Get this straight, Ilsa! Everything I do is for Britain! I'm a more patriotic person than you are. If you dare to shoot, just try it! See if you can stay in MI6 after this!"

Ilsa's expression wavered slightly.

Although Kingsman has no official backing, it has deep roots in British society and is supported by several super conglomerates.

As a senior MI6 agent, she really didn't have the authority to touch him.

"I just want to know the location of the nanobombs."

"What's it like? You bunch of MI6 idiots, you'd be better off telling me."

Harry's words came to an abrupt halt as a comical "Ah-da!" suddenly came from above.

He looked up abruptly and saw a wooden stick thicker than his arm falling from the sky and hitting him squarely on the forehead!

"Boom--!"

This ever-confident ace agent ended his night's mission in the most undignified way: being knocked unconscious with a blunt object.

Ilsa looked at her partner Johnny on the rooftop in shock.

When he first suggested ambushing on the rooftop, she thought the plan was ridiculously stupid, but it actually came in handy!

Johnny raised his signature thick eyebrows and gave Ilsa a comical yet smug smile.

(Johnny English, from the movie "Johnny English")
On the road a few hundred meters away, two men of different skin colors were observing all of this through binoculars.

"Mikan, have you seen Rorschach?"

"No, I only saw a man and a woman talking, and then suddenly some random guy fell from the sky and knocked the man unconscious with a club."

"Fuck, why are there so many random people here tonight? What do you think Luo Xia is doing here so late at night instead of sleeping in his room?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. As long as he comes out, we'll proceed according to plan."

"Hmph, this assassination will definitely satisfy Luo Xia. He won't be able to hide even if he wants to!"

Lemon patted the steering wheel triumphantly.

At this moment, the two are sitting in the cab of a heavy truck loaded with fruit!

They refused to believe that Luo Xia could escape alive after being crushed by a heavy truck!

Hundreds of meters above them in the night sky, a stealth fighter silently hovered, quietly waiting for its target to emerge from the military base with nanobombs.
(End of this chapter)