big news !

"Then how do we find that reporter?"

Pietro has spied around the embassy, ​​which is heavily guarded, and there are almost no dead spots where one can sneak in.

"A frontal breakthrough?"

Seeing that Pietro was about to take out his homemade bomb again, Rafael hurriedly stopped him.

they are now going deep into the enemy's territory , and using such a big-moving weapon as a bomb is simply telling the enemy where they are.

"Don't forget, besides bombs, we have another secret weapon."

I saw Raphael showing his sleeves, and Leon was lying on his forearm.

Then, under Pietro's shocked gaze, Leon turned into a miniature sniper rifle suitable for children!

The muzzle even changed to a silencer.

"Although I heard from Jonny that Leon can be turned into a pistol, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Pietro exclaimed that there should be such a magical animal as Leon in the world.

"Leon is a unique shape memory chameleon. In theory, anything can be changed, but the size will be reduced."

Raphael proudly touched the body of the gun. When he read the original work, he liked Leon very much. Who could refuse a shape-changing chameleon with big eyes and round heads?

Next, Rafael climbed to the top of the tallest building opposite the embassy, ​​and Pietro helped him watch the wind below.

Through the scope, he was able to see all the guards inside and outside the embassy.

Raphael took a deep breath, put his finger on the trigger, and fired a shot at a guard.

Start shooting from those who are left alone and guard a position independently.

He doesn't need to practice too much marksmanship. With the help of his super-intuition, he just needs to follow his intuition and pull the trigger to get a headshot.

At this time, Raphael was no longer the ordinary boy whose hands had never been stained with blood. The death of the two commandos Jack and Tom that night had already made Raphael figure out too many things.

The enemy is the enemy, and the killer must be ruthless.

Although the kind of thinking of young A Gang is beautiful, it is not realistic after all. In the future after many events, the ten-generation leader of Pengele ten years later is truly mature.

So Raphael mercilessly took the lives of these guards. Each of these people had more than one life in their hands. Raphael would not have any burden in killing them.

The terrifying marksmanship of a hundred shots, a sniper rifle that does not need to change the magazine, makes Raphael at this moment incarnate as a silent assassin, killing more than a dozen guards silently.

It only took more than three minutes until all the guards were cleared.

"Now, it's time for us to meet this Mr. Jameson."

Len changed back to his original form and slipped into Raphael's sleeve.

Fortunately, the war broke out not long ago. At this time, there was only an exclusive interview team from the "Daily Bugle" in the embassy, ​​and there were only four people.

Two of them were helicopter pilots and one was a photographer.

Rafael and Pietro did not enter the embassy directly, but first went around the embassy to find Jameson's room.

Only three of the four lighted rooms were occupied, and one of them had two people, which was also Jameson's room. Through the window, Jameson could be seen talking to his photographer. speech.

It's a pity that the sound insulation of the embassy is so good that I can't hear what they are saying inside. It's just that Jameson's face doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now.

"We can't let Jameson see us."

"Maybe we can use these communicators."

Pietro suggested.

Raphael happened to think so too.

The two searched for their communicators from the guards, put one of them at the entrance of the embassy, ​​and then wore the other and hid them in the deep alley diagonally opposite the embassy.

From here, you can see the window of Jameson's room from a distance. The whole window looks like a grain of rice with the naked eye, and it is basically impossible to see it clearly from the direction of the embassy.

I saw Len incarnate as Sniper again, and Raphael shot into the window, which immediately scared Jameson and his photographer to the ground.

Since the windows of the embassy are made of specially made bulletproof glass, the shot did not penetrate, but only left a few cracks on the windows.

"We're under attack, guard! Guard!"

Jameson rolled under the bed, using the bed as a cover, while pressing the alarm button set under the bed, a piercing alarm sounded instantly from the entire embassy.

After a while, not a single guard appeared.

Jameson immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, he quickly rushed out of the room and came to the door of the embassy.

He left the door open and looked out through the crack of the door.

Sure enough, several people at the door had fallen to the ground, and it was not difficult to infer that the rest of the guards were also killed, but the murderer was nowhere to be seen.

He looked around cautiously, carefully observing the environment.

After waiting for a long time, there was no second wave of attacks before Jameson confirmed that the attacker was no longer here, and boldly opened the door.

Then, he found that there was a communicator on the floor at the door. This kind of communicator is only worn by guards and could not have fallen here. It was obviously made by the attacker.

Jameson is not a stupid person On the contrary, he is very smart.

Recalling that the attacker deliberately shot at the bulletproof glass just now, he guessed that the murderer's purpose was definitely not simple.

He picked up the communicator on the ground and put it on his ear.

"Hello, Mr. Jonah Jameson."

Then, a strange, hoarse, and somewhat immature voice sounded, and it was Raphael who deliberately lowered his voice.

"Who are you and why are you attacking the embassy? We are just an ordinary interview team and will not interfere with the current situation in Sokovia."

Jameson suspects that Rafael may be the "rebel" that President Sokovia said before, and he is the only terrorist with reactionary thoughts who will attack the embassy.

"I know your identity, Mr. Jameson, we didn't want to hurt you, otherwise you would be dead now."

"what do you want?"

"I just want the truth, Mr. Jameson, the truth about the rebel war in Sokovia not long ago!"

Jameson's pupils shrank suddenly, didn't he risk coming to Sokovia just for this truth?

"What do you know?"

he asked quietly.

"I know everything, and I also know where to find evidence, just see if you have the guts to take on this big news!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll have to send you to hell... You can look down."

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill locked Jameson, he lowered his head stiffly, and saw a red dot on his chest at some point.

"There is no news in this world that I dare not report!"

Immediately, Jameson said decisively at the communicator.