As the first one to have been beaten, he was experienced, and Nie Jiayu's guess was absolutely correct.

It was already 11 p.m., an ordinary night for those above the Tamar naval base.

But on the second basement floor, the normally quiet corridor of the intelligence station echoed with muffled thuds like punching sandbags and heavy panting from fighting.

Bob was a Flying Tiger, standing at 1.9 meters tall, strong and muscular, but he was beaten into submission, or rather, punched into submission.

Chen Rou didn't say anything, she just punched him, a barrage of punches.

His nose quickly swelled up and became larger, and he successfully turned into a pig's head.

Punch after punch, Chen Rou's black leather gloves were soaked with blood.

Bob finally bent his thighs back and raised his hands high to beg for mercy.

Because if he is not given time to catch his breath, he will suffocate and die.

How frustrating! A top British intelligence agent, suffocating from his own phlegm and blood.

He hadn't actually seen who the person was yet; he only knew she was a woman, and now she was on top of him.

But she was very experienced and afraid that he would suffocate, so she lay on top of him, pried open his tightly clenched teeth with a dagger, and then pressed her knee against his chest to help him breathe.

Like someone drowning and being pulled from the water on the verge of death, Bob took a deep breath and sucked all the blood and phlegm into his stomach. Of course, the sound was quite loud, like a cow panting, and it was very clear in the corridor.

Another agent, Tom, also heard the heavy breathing.

Because Bob had mentioned beforehand that Colonel Rango might come, he was on guard and listening intently in his room.

Just then, Chen Rou, with the dagger still pressed against Bob, beckoned with her finger, signaling Ah Kang to come over.

Ah Kang didn't know why the young lady was calling him, but of course, before walking over, he pointed the dagger at the young agent, signaling him not to move. But as soon as he turned to walk towards Chen Rou, the young agent, who was tied up and lying face down, used his waist to straighten up and stood up in the blink of an eye, facing the inside of the room and pulling the door open with both hands.

The door has an internal lock; once you pull it open and he leans back, he'll be out.

But as A-Kang turned around, he saw Chen Rou stand up, and at that moment, because she was still holding a dagger to Bob, she had her back turned.

But as she turned her back and drew her long knife, just as A-Kang instinctively pressed the dagger against Bob, Chen Rou's long knife swept across the ceiling and flew out. At the same time, she stepped on Bob with both feet and bounced, her head passing directly through the ceiling and into the upper part of the room. But she reached out with her hand in mid-air and then lightly jumped down, landing on the spot.

Bob didn't yell or shout, and Acon was pressing against his neck, ready to stab him if he dared to move.

But it was instinct; he was so frightened that he stumbled backward until his head hit the table.

This was the first time he had witnessed the destructive power of a cold weapon, a cavalry saber.

It was long enough, and with Chen Rou's arm strength and running start, the young agent's head was easily separated from his body.

Blood splattered everywhere, and his body slumped to the ground with a dull thud.

The head that should have flown off and made noise was caught by her like a ball.

Bob is a secret agent, he travels all over the world, so his marksmanship is naturally exceptional.

He killed pirates in the Caribbean and local warlords in Africa.

He even killed a member of parliament in Mumbai who was supposedly possessed by a local deity and invulnerable to weapons.

He was well-versed in the art of killing, but the brutality he witnessed today was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Even if the young agent couldn't escape, he could still warn Tom. And if Tom had just raised the alarm, the British soldiers in cell 380 who were sleeping upstairs would have rushed down immediately and could have crushed Chen Rou with their bare feet.

But she was too decisive, too efficient; with one stroke, she eliminated all possibilities.

Bob is quite brave, otherwise he would have wet his pants.

However, compared to him, A-Kang was inexplicably excited, after all, he was a thief who worked in a gang.

What the gang seeks is a powerful boss.

This is the eldest daughter of their Righteousness Hall! Is she really that powerful?

With her being so arrogant, they're not afraid of returning, right? They can still open their temples in the future.

She just sliced ​​off a human head like that?

He was actually scared, but he was also excited.

His legs were weak, and he leaned against the wall, trembling as he looked at the bloodstains on the door.

Of course, he was an assistant, and Chen Rou was waiting. He immediately picked up his blood-stained clothes and wrapped the head inside.

The agent named Tom felt something was off, so he pushed open the door to check.

There are indeed some problems. First, Ah Kang has a foul odor that pollutes the corridor. Second, the smell of human blood is also spreading. All of these are wrong.

However, this is the second basement level, and there are hundreds of soldiers eating, drinking, and relieving themselves on the upper level, so it's normal for it to smell bad.

So after a moment's consideration, Tom simply turned on the exhaust fan.

Looking around, the corridor was empty, Bob's office door was ajar, and music was still playing. Since nothing seemed amiss, he closed the door and went to do his own thing.

But just three rooms away, Bob, a self-proclaimed super-agent who considers himself as awesome as Bond, is experiencing the most bizarre scene he has ever witnessed in his career.

A woman, whom he had seen just a few days ago, a lady in a flowing long dress, extending her slender hand to kiss Colonel Lango, an Eastern-style lady, now wore a black leather jacket that clung tightly to her waist, so elastic it was easy to use for both offense and defense, and high-quality leather pants that outlined her two straight and slender legs that were the envy of both heaven and man. She was a beauty, and also a warrior.

With a single swing of her longsword, she ended an agent's career and his life's journey.

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