"Bang!" An explosion echoed, and a large hole appeared in the wall next to the window of the interrogation room.
"Damnit, Marvin."
Seeing the person hanging on the rope and swinging down from the roof, Church immediately cursed. "Aren't you dead? Ah, scoundrel. "
"Sorry, Frank, who told you not to listen to my explanation? Even if I'm already 62, I still don't want to die."
Throwing the shotgun to Church, Marvin then put his backpack on the interrogation table.
He took out a few leftover remote-controlled directional explosive bombs from his bag and threw two rappelling tools to the church.
Minding his own business, he installed the remote-controlled bombs on the wall next to the metal door and sinisterly placed the last one under the table in the interrogation room.
Seeing Church hanging the rappelling tools on the rope, the black suit interrogating Church asked with a dark expression.
"Hold on, only two rappelling tools. What should I do?"
Marvin looked at him with disdain and said to Church, "How about we get rid of him?"
"No." Church hurriedly shook his head. "He can prove that we didn't kill the people here."
After installing the bomb, Marvin ignored the black suited man and walked to the hole. "There's no time to be long-winded. If those guys outside were smart, they would've been able to escape.
If they are smarter and shoot from the windows of the nearby rooms, we won't be able to escape. See you downstairs. "
Grabbing the rappelling tools, Marvin directly jumped out of the hole and descended.
Church and the black suit saw this and understood that Marvin was right. Fortunately, the interrogation room was on the third floor and was only six meters above the ground.
They hugged each other and grabbed the rappelling tools to descend.
The two had just descended halfway when Marvin pressed the remote control.
"Boom, boom, boom."
A series of explosions came from upstairs. The directional bombs directly destroyed the wall of the metal door.
Two armed men who were unlocking the door were directly crushed by the falling bricks and metal door.
Although the other people farther away didn't suffer any injuries, their ears were still ringing from the loud explosion.
They looked at the two meter long hole in fear, rejoicing that they weren't in the range of the collapse.
Two of them went to check on their injured companions while the others looked at the interrogation room.
Sure enough, the target had already escaped. They then saw the rope hanging from the roof.
"Safe."
Hearing his subordinate's report, the leading C1A agent, Jack Horton, walked into the interrogation room with fire in his eyes. He stood by the hole in the wall and looked out.
They saw Marvin hiding in a corner a dozen meters away, smiling and waving at them.
Then, his left hand pointed at the remote control in his right hand.
"My God."
From a distance of ten meters, it wasn't hard for a professional armed personnel to see the remote control in Marvin's hand.
Jack Horton only had time to yell, "Bomb, bomb, bomb!"
Without thinking, he grabbed the rope in front of him and jumped out of the interrogation room.
"Boom."
A cloud of dust and debris rushed out of the hole.
This time, there was no wall to protect them. Even if the bomb was specifically used to break down walls, it was still a bomb.
Other than Jack Horton, who grabbed the rope and jumped out of the interrogation room, the others were basically crippled even if they were lucky enough to survive.
Just the loud noise alone was enough to shatter one's eardrums.
However, Jack Horton wasn't any better.
Grabbing the rope with his bare hands and descending was no different from destroying his own hands.
Horton understood this, but at this time, he only wanted to stay away from the hole to avoid being affected by the explosion.
Once he fell a meter or two, it wouldn't be that simple to grab the rope again.
His mind was filled with the desire to survive. Even if the order in his mind was to grab the rope,
But the pain from his hands made his palms uncontrollably loosen.
Fortunately, the interrogation room was on the third floor and was only six meters high.
Even if the impact of the fall wasn't small, he was only two meters above the ground when he let go.
His knees slightly bent and his feet touched the ground. His body rushed forward and rolled against the wall outside the building.
He lay on the ground as if his bones were falling apart. Fortunately, his life was saved.
After a short moment, Horton raised his hands and looked at the torn skin and bloody palms.
Anger, humiliation, and pain were all transmitted to his mind.
"Ah, Ah, Ah!" He let out a few roars, thinking about how to get rid of the church and Marvin.
But thinking about the church's information in the C1A room, Horton wasn't confident that he would be able to catch the already escaped church.
He endured the pain and moved his hands and feet. After finding that there wasn't much of a problem, he sat up and thought for a moment before taking out his phone.
He made a call and had someone look for church's girlfriend, Sarah.
But he was smart. Church had been an agent for a few decades, so Marvin wasn't stupid.
It wasn't like they hadn't used relatives to threaten targets before.
After releasing the black-suited interrogator who had followed him down, he called Sarah.
He drove to pick up Sarah who was leaving Virginia. Marvin gloomily looked at Sarah and Church hugging each other in the back seat.
"Frank, maybe we can send Sarah to London."
After hesitating for a moment, Marvin said, "I know some experts in London. It shouldn't be hard to hide Sarah."
"Experts? Who? "
Church looked at Marvin's back doubtfully and asked without thinking for a moment, "You wouldn't want to send Sarah to that great noble you mentioned?"
Seeing Marvin only shrug his shoulders, Church immediately let go of Sarah's hand and sat up. He grabbed the back of the seat and sat in the front passenger seat.
He looked at Marvin, flabbergasted. "Buddy, are you serious? You want to be someone's butler? "
"Of course." Marvin curled his lips. "I'm already 62 years old. Frank, do you really want to hide in the swamps in the south and wait for death?
If it wasn't for that damned Black Nightshade plan being spread on the internet, I would have finished my half year butler training course in three months and be able to peacefully retire in London. "
Church ridiculed, not daring to believe it. "Are you crazy, or is your employer crazy? Who would want a crazy person like you to be their butler?"
Marvin shrugged and didn't answer.
"Bang, bang, bang."
A knocking sound could be heard.
Sarah, who was sitting in the back seat, heard it for a moment before hesitantly asking, "If I didn't hear wrong, isn't that sound coming from the trunk?"
"Marvin?"
Church also heard it, and based on his experience, he was sure that the person in the trunk was a person.
Being stared at by the two, Marvin remained silent for a moment. "Okay."
He turned on the signal and left the main road, entering a country road and stopping a few minutes later in a small forest.
He turned off the engine and got out of the car. He opened the trunk and pointed a gun at a middle-aged man wearing civilian clothes.
"England's Military Intelligence Colonel?" Church got out of the car and took the middle-aged man's identification.
He immediately scolded Marvin, "Are you crazy? Marvin? "
"Sorry, Frank, I have to confirm whether it was England's Military Intelligence that betrayed us."
"Why?" Church looked doubtfully at Marvin's unpleasant expression. "Why do you suspect that it was England's Military Intelligence that betrayed us?"
"This, this …" Marvin hesitated for a long time before saying, "Sorry, Frank, there are some things I can't say.
Otherwise, we can't even be friends anymore. Let me take some secrets into my coffin, and I'll tell you in hell. "
"F * ck you, bastard, you'll go to hell, I'll definitely go to heaven."
Church scolded and didn't ask again. After all, he had too many secrets that he couldn't tell Marvin.
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