Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 419 Whose general is this? ｜Mission: Impossible: Final Weapon (29)

"The matter is far from over, Ethan. If Mr. President remains under the control of the Order, sooner or later we will face the dilemma of running out of ammunition and food."

One day later, New York, IMF secret safe house.

In the dim conference room, Brandt said solemnly: "We need to find a way to rescue Mr. President...for protection purposes."

"Although the Blood Dragon prevented the threat of Genesis, we did not obtain any research information about Genesis during this operation. If the IMF does not make some achievements, we will have no way to return to our past life."

"Minister, you know. 'Genesis' cannot be obtained by any country." Ethan said without changing his face, "This will cause irreversible disaster."

"I know...yes, I know. So I'm thinking of a way now..." Brandt rubbed his temples in annoyance, "To be honest, I really don't want to go to those guys unless I have to..."

"You mean..." Ethan's eyes moved and he smiled bitterly, "I hope it's not one of the two I thought..."

"In fact, I found both of them." Brandt said with a cold face, "We are not sure how many members of the cult are there in the White House. Now that the IMF is forced to move underground, we need help..."

"The more, the merrier."

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"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In some old boxing ring, a bald man covered in tendons was beating the punching bag in front of him crazily. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be of South American mixed race. His upper body was naked, and his dark brown skin was covered with various kinds of debris. His tattoos, especially the one with a huge bull’s head on his arm.

That guy's arms are thicker than my thighs, and his strong body is as hard as a huge piece of granite, with a standard American tough man's physique.

"call……"

He grabbed the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his face. When he was not on a mission, he had to practice until his whole body was sore every day before he could rest.

"Beep-beep-"

On the desktop not far away, the mobile phone was vibrating crazily and ringing like an alarm. That was...

Come live.

"it's me."

The man picked up the phone and said solemnly.

"Roadhog, long time no see." There was a slightly older voice on the other end of the phone, "I think you have something to do."

"General Colton?!" Roadhog stood up straight in an instant and responded seriously, "Long time no see, GI Joe special forces leader 'Roadhog' is always ready! Sir!"

"Relax, kid. Also, I've told you so many times, I'm retired, don't call me general." Joe Colton's old face on the other end of the phone showed a hint of helplessness, "You're good at everything. , I’m just too upright, call me Qiao.”

"You said you have work to do, but did Cobra plan any terrorist actions?" Roadhog asked solemnly. "Cobra Commander is going to destroy the world again?!"

"This world is not as fragile as you think... brat." On the other end of the phone, Colton's old face twitched slightly. Did this kid suffer from PTSD from Cobra Force? "However, it is indeed an extremely bad terrorist act... Mr. President is suspected to be held hostage by an ancient organization."

"What?!" Roadhog's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "WTF?! I'm going to gather people now!"

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet." Colton said helplessly, holding his forehead, "The IMF special operations department recently discovered an ancient organization called the 'Knights Templar Order' underground in Arkansas. At the research and development base of high-power weapons, their strongest agent Ethan Hunt and a Yanguo man code-named "Blood Dragon" successfully stopped the cult's conspiracy. However, during the operation, the IMF department was attacked by His Excellency the President. Ordered to stop, they think that the President has been controlled."

"Now, the IMF is being forced underground, and their minister, Mr. William Brandt, interrupted my dream this morning to ask for my help...but you know, I'm just an ordinary retired old man."

"So I told him that I would look for GI Joe's current commander and ask him to assist with the IMF's presidential rescue operation."

"I understand... After gathering the members, where should I go to meet the people from the IMF?" Roadhog calmed down and said in a deep voice.

"Broadway theater, they will contact you when you go there." Colton also put away his lazy expression at this time, looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror in front of him, and said with regret, "If I could be twenty years younger , I thought I would fight alongside you, but I’m old..."

"It's up to you to bring the President back safely."

"Understood!" Roadhog straightened his body and responded loudly.

After the call was hung up, Roadhog put down the phone gently and said thoughtfully: "The Templar Order...is it a new enemy?"

"Maybe I have to ask Snake Eyes if he can call White Ghost up..."

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In a punk-style garage, a muscular man with a beard is wiping his favorite gun with a gun cloth.

The garage door opened slowly, and a muscular man who looked exactly like Guo Da walked into the garage pushing a motorcycle. After parking the car, he threw the helmet on his head to the ground!

"Fake!"

He cursed angrily and seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Have you been raped again?" The muscular man looked up at him and said teasingly, "I told you, Christmas, don't think about falling in love in our industry. You can't give any girl a happy life."

"Shut up! Barney! I'm ready to propose!" Christmas angrily pulled out a throwing knife from his waist and nailed it to the target from a distance of more than 20 meters. "I already have money. !I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a family!”

"You are different from Yin Yang. People like you always work first and then family. You see Yin Yang and take over whenever you see work..." Barney said disdainfully while holding a cigar in his mouth.

"Nonsense! Yin Yang's hometown is in the Yan Kingdom! His wife and children don't need to worry about being entangled in neon songs or being hit by stray bullets!" Christmas angrily fired another flying knife, accurately hitting the side of the previous flying knife, " I’m very annoyed now! Don’t disturb me!”

"Okay, okay..." Barney sneered and spread his hands, "I originally wanted to tell you about this big job, but it seems that you are rich now and are not interested in money anymore."

"What big job? When you called me here earlier, you said you would call everyone..." Christmas said doubtfully.

"I thought you weren't going this time." Barney put down his cigar, blew out a strong puff of smoke, and aimed the hand cannon at the center of the two flying knives, "This is a real big job. …”

"We're going to the White House to blow up something, and by the way..."

"Save the President."

"boom!"

Trigger pressed.

Right in the bull's eye.