"A little toy from MI6, it's yours now." He threw the watch back to Zhang Jie, then pointed to the collar around his own neck. "Now, it's its turn."
Zhang Jie had just caught the watch when he suddenly heard the sound of metal scraping behind him.
He spun around, his MP5 instantly raised!
Under the moonlight, a strange woman stood at the courtyard entrance, holding a silver Razor in her hand.
It wasn't the previous one; the legendary Razor Woman hadn't appeared.
This woman was younger, with black hair tied into a neat ponytail, and a fresh, bleeding scar below her left eye.
Her gaze was cold, like a viper locking onto its prey.
"Another one..." Zhang Jie sneered. "Just how many Razor Women are there here?"
The woman didn't speak, she just slowly raised her Razor, its tip pointing at James's collar.
"She's not here to kill us," James suddenly said.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at her wrist."
Only then did Zhang Jie notice that the woman also had an identical electronic collar on her right wrist, its countdown synchronized with James's reading.
"The victor must kill everyone."
Clearly, she too had been driven to a dead end by Oriska.
"Cooperation?" James raised an eyebrow.
The woman was silent for two seconds, then finally spoke, her voice hoarse: "The collar... there's a jammer that can disable it."
"Where?" Zhang Jie asked.
She pointed behind the fountain: "The control room... but it needs a key."
Endgame countdown.
The three quickly formed a temporary alliance—
Objective: Find the control room, disable the collars, then take out Oriska.
But time was running out.
[00:03:17]
Zhang Jie checked the remaining ammunition for his MP5: 12 rounds.
James retrieved a Beretta from a corpse; its magazine only had 4 rounds left.
The Razor Woman... she only had that knife.
"You can't go on like this, you need a gun!"
Zhang Jie picked up a gun from the ground and threw it to the Razor Woman. She caught it and silently tucked it behind her back.
Zhang Jie: "..."
"Go!"
The three rushed towards the back of the fountain. Suddenly, the entire castle shook violently!
Dull explosions and shouts came from a distance, and rubble rained down.
"We need to hurry!" James yelled.
The Razor Woman suddenly accelerated, rushing towards a hidden small door: "Control room! Quick!"
Zhang Jie and James followed closely, while the countdown continued.
[00:02:33]
Somewhere in the castle, in a dimly lit room, a man sat in front of a giant monitor screen, the flickering light reflecting on his expressionless face.
He slowly cut the food in front of him, then slowly brought the meat on his fork to his mouth, chewing.
The background music was very soothing, a classic piano piece.
Suddenly, he stopped, prying a ring from his mouth. He frowned, then casually tossed the ring away, continuing to cut the food in front of him.
It seemed this was the most important thing; he didn't care about anything else.
There were many images on the monitor, including assassins currently in battle.
There were gasping people struggling for breath, some despairingly committing suicide.
And some were madly venting their bloodlust on corpses.
Of course, Zhang Jie and his companions were also on screen. The man just kept chewing, saying nothing.
The man didn't care who lived or died; after all, they would all die in the end. If someone could get ten million, hehe.
To his side, a laptop was running a video conference. The screen was divided into nine grids, with men and women in each, all performing the same action as him.
Slowly cutting, bringing food to their mouths, then slowly chewing, chewing, chewing.
After a while, someone in one of the screens stopped.
"This game is brilliant. I think Team A will win."
"Hehe, Team A? I have more faith in Team E; they've already fought their way out."
"Don't guess. I think Team H still has potential. I wonder how far he can go?"
"How far? They'll all die in the end! But I really like that Asian man. I wonder what he tastes like."
The people on screen began to discuss, but the content of their discussion was a bit disturbing.
The deadly battles in the castle were, to them, just a game, or even an appetizer before a meal.
"Alright, I don't want to discuss anymore. This game had a slight unexpected turn. I didn't expect MI6 to notice this place. James Bond has already snuck in."
The man sitting in front of the monitor stopped his actions, glanced at the monitor, and said dismissively.
"But it seems he came to the wrong place. Here, you can come in but you can't leave, unless you die. What a pity, his intelligence will never make it back to MI6."
"Alright, Oriska, you should think about how to design the next part of the plot. It's a game held every three years, and it's your turn this time. Don't disappoint us."
Oriska slowly took a napkin and wiped his mouth: "Don't worry, it's an opportunity I finally got, how could I waste it casually? At least I have to enjoy myself properly."
Oriska looked at the screen of the monitor, a smile flashing across his face.
In the background of the video conference on the adjacent computer screen, there were two letter identifiers: KH.
"It seems some rats don't like to follow my script. Then it's time for you to exit."
Oriska looked at the images on the monitor, a displeased expression on his face, and reached out his left hand to tap a bell nearby.
Ding~!
A crisp sound rang out, and then two waiters stepped forward.
"Have the cleanup crew deal with those disobedient rats."
The waiters said nothing, just silently retreated.
At this moment, an old woman's voice came from the screen: "Oriska, save that Asian man for me."
"Of course."
Oriska turned his head and nodded slightly at the screen. Only now, under the reflection of the screen's light, could one clearly see that this was a decrepit old man.
It was the one from above earlier.
And at this moment, on the monitor, Zhang Jie, James, and the Razor Woman had just formed an alliance.
It took a considerable amount of time to get from the West Wing courtyard to the control room. Fortunately, the Razor Woman seemed to have some knowledge of the terrain here, leading the two rapidly towards the control room.
The countdown on the electronic collars was slowly approaching zero, and the three figures were running frantically through the corridors. Everyone they encountered on the way was mercilessly dealt with by the three of them. The skirmishes came and ended quickly.
There was no time to stop and talk now, nor was there time to stop and check equipment.
They had to reach the control room as quickly as possible to disable the electronic collars, otherwise, once they exploded, their lives would truly be in danger.
Zhang Jie's only relief was that he had infiltrated and hadn't been caught, so he had no explosives on him.
James, on the other hand, was in a rather miserable state. Already somewhat injured, his face was pale and his breathing had become much heavier during such intense exertion.
He had never imagined that after becoming an MI6 agent, he would experience such a perilous situation. Perhaps there would be more in the future.
But now was definitely the most dangerous time he had ever faced.
[00:01:47]
Run! Run! Run!
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