On the glass windows on the outer wall of Wiggins Building, two black figures were tiptoing... hiking, without fear of the coming and going of cars a hundred meters below.

The city is still prosperous, but no one will pay special attention to the two black spots on the huge building - no normal person dares to imagine that someone would climb a building that can be climbed hundreds of meters with his bare hands.

"Uh..., why do we have to do this..." Chu Zihang was a little puzzled. He did want to sneak into Wiggins Building to investigate before while the night was dark, but he never thought it would be in this way.

It’s better to pretend to be a delivery guy or circuit maintenance worker than this!

"Hey~, junior brother, you are still too young, this is the safest thing to do." Finger sighed, looking like my mind was in the "atmosphere".

However, the wind in the building was much stronger than on the flat ground. Inadvertently, a small "breeze" blew by. Finger, who had just relaxed because of his bragging, shivered and his hand slid.

"Ba, bha, bha..."

Then there was the friction of the face sliding on the glass, and Finger fell rapidly. Even if he fell at this height, he would not be able to take advantage of it.

"Bang!"

The rope around Finger's waist reached its limit, and he stopped his whereabouts with a dangerous and dangerous momentum.

At this moment, Finger was like a "yo-yo" swaying left and right, swinging and jumping, competing with an excellent aerial ballet dancer.

And the other end of the rope was connected to Chu Zihang's waist...

Looking at the "yo-yo" swinging below, Chu Zihang suddenly had the urge to throw this guy down at some point, but in the end reason defeated his emotions. He pulled it suddenly, and the huge elastic force transmitted on the rope instantly "bounced" Finger up.

"Did you just see it? It seems... Spider-Man..." A "996" white-collar worker on the 33rd floor of Wiggins Building was stunned for a moment, and his hands holding the coffee he had just made were slightly trembling. He stretched out his other hand and pointed out the window incredibly, and said to the person beside him, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

The busy colleague next to him quickly raised his head. The window was very empty, and even the sky was cloudy and there was no star. It was really nothing to see.

"You are afraid that you are too tired of working overtime, so don't drink coffee. Go back early to rest." The colleague said casually, and then buried his head in continuing to organize his PPT.

"Is this true..." The little white-collar workers began to wonder if they were really nervous.

Outside the window around the 44th floor of Wiggins Building, Chu Zihang looked at Finger, who was a little pale face beside him, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. His originally unremitting mood was once again disrupted by this guy.

"Uh..., it's really stable..." Chu Zihang said the most "taughty" words on his expressionless face, and the "scent of hot pot" was everywhere in the air - it was so fragrant!

"Accident, accident..., don't care about the details!" Finger said silly.

However, it is undeniable that although this guy's method is strange, it can always have unexpected results. At least they are now safely infiltrating.

Looking at the 45th floor on the top floor approaching, Chu Zihang lying on the wall more carefully, fearing that any mistakes would happen at this time. He was different from the rash guy Finger.

"It seemed like there was a black shadow just now, jumping... and jumping..." Finger said incrediblely. The other party was too fast. He only saw a shadow in the night.

Chu Zihang didn't want to pay attention to this guy at this moment, and this guy is always treacherous.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Zihang adjusted his muscle strength to the best state. With a force, he finally stuck his head to the bottom of the top floor, revealing a pair of keen eyes, carefully observing everything inside.

I saw Shigen sitting on his recliner in a daze holding a skull, as if he had just been frightened.

"It's so heavy! Are rich people playing so big now?" At some point, Finger also poked his head out and looked at the white skull in Shigan's arms and complained.

You should know that the two of them are hanging on the outer wall of the building that is hundreds of meters tall, and the bottom is blown coldly, so this guy can still be so calm.

I don't know if I noticed something or simply got tired of sitting, Shigan suddenly stood up and looked out the window.

"Tread, step, step..."

The footsteps rang out immediately, and Chu Zihang and the others quickly shrank their heads back.

"He seemed to have discovered that we were both..." Finger said with his lips. Chu Zihang had no doubts. If he hadn't hung his hands on the window ling at this moment, this guy would have been gesturing.

But... Chu Zihang never understood his gestures, nor could he understand his lips. So he could only calmly look at Finger who was frowning in front of him, just treating it as a relaxing condiment after the nervous and exciting "climbing exercise".

Chu Zihang was not panicked at all. He guessed that Shigan did not notice them. Compared to walking over, Shigan took out the pistol from his waist and was obviously a little easier.

Of course, Chu Zihang did not want to rashly break up and directly deal with this guy. After all, they were still hanging on the window and were in an absolutely unfavorable situation. They could fall down with a slight mistake.

The facts seemed to be just like Chu Zihang speculated. Shigan just casually placed the white skull on his desk, walked slowly to the window, looking at the dark sky and wondering what he was thinking.

Then…

With Finger's nervous expression on his face, Shigan slowly took out the pistol from his waist and wiped it down. Yes, it was just "wipe".

The elderly Chigan trembled and took out a bottle of lubricant and a piece of silk cloth that looked very silky from her coat, and slowly wiped it, as if she was caring for a very precious thing.

This is a Browning HP35 pistol, built by the Belgian FN company in 1935, and was the best pistol at that time. Shigan's father Arden gave it to him at the coming of age ceremony in 1936.

I remember that at that time, Shigan was despised by this. He was a lazy and rich man with at least one guard behind him. He had no chance to shoot himself.

He would rather his father give him a car so that he could take his Jenny, Jessica and Ruth for a ride. The ladies liked to take the car to go out for an outing together.

After hearing what his son thought, Old Arden almost got angry to death and muttered, "Why did I give birth to such a cowardly son? You like to linger in the land of gentleness so much, how can you be worthy of having that one more person? If you are a girl, I will not say anything, but the boys in our Nicholas family must be bloody!"

Shigan was also in a rebellious period at that time. He raised his mouth and then said back: "What do you know? That's romance. The British call this romantic. What do you know, an old man who only knows how to fight?"

"Romantic? Romantic? I think you kid has a hard wing and hasn't been served by family law for a long time!" Arden was so angry that he ignored everyone's dissuasion and directly knocked down Chigan with one hand, picked up the butt and poked it on his butt, "You bastard, do you know what romance is? A man's romance can only be guns and tanks, just like a woman's romance can only be made of cosmetics. It's passed down by his ancestors, and it can make you so much more powerful?"

After that, Shigan ignored his father for a whole month...

"Oh~" Thinking of this, the elderly Chigan couldn't help but sigh.

After so many years, he has long lived beyond his father's age. Now, he understands what his father said back then, but he can never go back to some things.

What can't go back is just a memory. Shigan even misses the scene of his father hitting him while educating him. If he could go back, he would rather be beaten a few more times.

The actions of the underworld under Shigan's gun became more and more powerful, and he didn't even realize that the safety bolt was opened.

"Bang!"

"Wipe" the gun went off..., Shigan took back his mood from the memories, shook his head, put away the guy, and walked towards the white skull on the table.

Shigan might have just been shocked. Finger had experienced life and death. The bullet struck his cheek and then fell a little bit and then directly shot his head.

Shigan put away his white skull, no longer hesitated, his eyes full of perseverance. He is in his nineties and doesn't know how long he can live. His plan must be as soon as possible.

Just starting tonight, starting from the Swedish capital, the world will shake again. He wants to bring the name that once scared the world, Nazi, back into the public's vision.
Chapter completed!