Seeing the "Robe of Law" blocking in front of him, Wood knew that his risky return had failed.
But he was not willing to give up.
As an ace spy, he had encountered countless dangers in his life. The current situation was far from enough to be called "desperate".
As expected, it did not take long for the situation to turn for the better.
For some reason, the head of intelligence also came.
Moreover, this guy actually walked to a place that was less than twenty steps away from Wood.
For Wood, this distance was simply within reach!
As a high-ranking ranger, he was most proficient in mid-range ambushes. At this distance, he only needed two steps at most to reach the other party. And with his speed, he would need to take two or three steps before a normal person could blink their eyes.
How long did it take to blink?
Very few people had calculated it because it was too short.
In the past, Wood also thought so, but this time, he felt that it was still a bit too long.
If it could be shorter, it would be even better!
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the head of intelligence, and the sword at his waist was already unsheathed.
Of course, he did not rush over to chat with the other party, nor did he want to negotiate. He only wanted to do one thing.
Kill!
The reason why he wanted to kill the head of intelligence was not because of personal grudges. The main reason was that he felt that this person could not be left alive.
To be able to frame an ace spy of the Federation because of a bit of jealousy, no matter how high the status of this person was, he was only suitable for an idle job, not a head of an important department.
However, this person was now a head, and he was even in one of the most important departments of the Federation, the intelligence department.
What was worse was that this person had been the head of intelligence for more than ten years.
This was a mistake! A very serious mistake!
Wood decided to correct it.
This might be the last thing he did for the Federation, so he wanted to do it well, beautifully, and without any mistakes.
After so many years, he rarely made mistakes in his missions, so he did not want to tarnish his glorious resume at the last moment.
So he hoped to be faster, so fast that no one could react, so fast that the head of intelligence could not resist or escape. That would be great!
Wood used all his strength, this was the first time since he stepped into the high-ranking.
He was slightly surprised to find that his pace was a little faster than before, and his sword was also a little faster than before.
It wasn't much faster, but he was already very fast. On that basis, even if he was just a little faster, it would be a huge improvement.
For example, in the 100-meter race on Earth, 11.5 seconds was the level of a professional athlete; 11 seconds was the level of a national athlete; 10.5 seconds was the level of a world-class athlete; 10 seconds was the level of a qualified athlete; 9.5 seconds was the level of a qualified athlete; 9.5 seconds was the level of a qualified athlete; 9.5 seconds was the level of a qualified athlete; 9.5 seconds was the level of a qualified athlete on Earth, at least until Sui Xiong's time travel.
It only took two seconds for the 100m to go from 11.5 seconds to 9.5 seconds.
The distance of twenty steps was about fifteen meters on Earth, which was less than one-sixth of a hundred meters.
At this distance, a powerhouse who could run on Earth and sweep all the champions of physical competition events and pull the world record so high that it made people feel hopeless was sprinting a little faster than before. What kind of concept was this?
There's a word for it.
It was as fast as lightning.
At least for the head of intelligence, he was really "as fast as lightning."
At the moment when Wood sprinted, he didn't react at first. When he reacted, it was about one-tenth of a second, or a little longer.
Anyway, when he came to himself, Wood had already rushed in front of him, and he even saw the cold light when Wood pulled out his sword.
A cold light.
At this moment, the head of intelligence's thoughts were so fast that it was beyond imagination. He thought of a lot of things in a mess, but they were like water on sand, seeping into it in a flash, leaving nothing behind.
He wanted to react. For example, he also had a sword, so he could pull it out and fight; for example, he had several quite advanced magic scrolls, so he could cast spells; for example, he had several good magic tools, as long as they were activated, not only could he protect himself, but he could also kill Wood.
But he just "thought."
Other than thinking, he couldn't do anything.
His body could not keep up with the speed of his mind. He watched helplessly as Wood rushed in front of him and stabbed him with his sword. His bodyguards wanted to stop him, but they did not even have the time to take a step or pull out their swords. His deputy, who was in charge of the spy work, was stunned and dumbfounded. He saw the great sorcerer he had just contacted being stunned at first, but then his face was filled with anger, and a strong magic fluctuation rose from his body.
He also saw at least four or five magic lights rushing in from all directions, probably to stop Wood; saw magic light blooming on his body, probably the magic tool used to save his life was passively activated.
But he could only "watch."
He really could only "watch."
When the cold light was getting closer and closer, before all the attacks and defenses, it stabbed toward the center of his eyebrows, and even his thoughts stopped.
Everything, at this moment, was meaningless to him.
Except for the cold light that was getting closer and closer.
At this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling.
(So beautiful!)
The stagnation of time, all kinds of magic coming from all directions, the sword faster than any magic.
(So beautiful!)
When Wood's sword pierced through the center of his eyebrows and almost blew half of his skull to pieces with a strong Combat Energy, his mind was full of such thoughts.
If someone carefully examined his body, they would find that the expression on his face, which was assassinated by Wood in front of him, was not fear or shock, but a kind of sincere, pure, and untainted admiration.
The light of the sword flashed, and then there were magic lights of various colors.
Most of these magic lights fell on Wood, and only one fell on the director of intelligence, which shone with the light on his own body.
However, it was useless, because the person was already dead.
The light that attacked Wood was in a similar situation.
When the first light fell on Wood, his speed instantly slowed down, so slow that it was almost like a "freeze" in a movie.
Then, when the second light fell, his face instantly became gray, and his life quickly stripped away from his body.
The third light, half of his body withered, and even the enchanted sword in his hand lost its brilliance, and even showed a little rust.
The fourth light, his eyes were completely lifeless, and his whole body fell sideways.
Before he fell to the ground, the fifth light had already turned him into dust.
The rest of the light that followed all missed.
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