"You devil." Thinking that millions of people would die in the missile attack, the angry Yang Jianhua flew up and kicked Carver away.

"Ahem, I am the devil, and you are not going to be much better. We will meet in hell." Carver coughed a few times, stood up unsteadily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Soon, the mainland's counterattack will begin. Even if the world is not destroyed by then, it is estimated that half of the people will die, and these people will die because of you, Mr. Bond.

If you hadn't seduced my wife and cuckolded me, I wouldn't have been so crazy and dragged everyone to death."

"Stop being so verbose and hand over the key." Bond pointed at Carver's head with a slight thrust, as if he would make your head explode if you didn't say anything.

"There is no key, but there is a press release. Mr. Bond, would you like to read it?" Carver shrugged, took the press release from his arms and handed it to Bond.

"At the same time as the missile was launched, this press release was also sent out. It was not only printed in all newspapers and magazines under the Carver Group, but was also broadcast on a loop on television.

Bond, you are now a celebrity. Not only is your reputation in the world greater than mine, but even the Eagle Queen is not as good as you. You will be infamy for eternity."

"boom!"

Bond shot Carver in the right leg and said calmly, "If you don't say anything, the next shot will be your head."

As the ace agent of the Sixth Bureau, Bond's heart is harder than stone and his blood is colder than liquid nitrogen. Although Carver's draft makes him a street rat and everyone screams for beating him, it would be funny if he was asked to commit suicide.

He is not one of those Internet celebrities of later generations who wanted to commit suicide after being bullied online because he dyed his hair.

Those are all immature people. Such people cannot be agents at all and will be kicked out at the first level.

For Bond, completing the mission is more important than anything else.

As for the death of society.

My real name is Pierce Brosnan. Bond was only code-named in the sixth round. Even if he was angry and resentful, it had nothing to do with him. The worst he could do was change his code name in the future, from 007 to 006.

You are not afraid even if the photos are leaked.

Not only have I saved a lot of money over the years, but I have also met many talented people. At worst, I just need to change my face and live a different life.

"There is no key!" Carver, half kneeling on the ground, vomited blood.

"Bang!" Bond knocked out Carver's left leg.

"The key is only known to Guda. He is responsible for launching missiles." Carver, whose legs were crippled and unable to kneel, sat on the ground and chuckled, "If you really want to know the key, you can

Go down and find him."

"Bond, it seems he is telling the truth. Give him a break." Looking at Carver with blood all over the floor, Yang Jianhua sighed, knowing that the operation had completely failed.

"Um!"

Bond nodded, knowing that he would get nothing out of the question, so he pointed his gun at Carver's head, "Any last words?"

"I don't have any last words." Carver shook his head, "I just want to thank Miss Yang. In return, I'll give you some good news."

"What good news?" Yang Jianhua asked coldly.

"The missiles did not fly towards BJ and SH. It is probably Guda's fault. After the missiles were launched, they flew towards Mount Fuji. You don't have to worry about your compatriots..."
Chapter completed!