After a while, a tall man wearing a peaked cap, a mask, and a gray cleaning suit walked out of the room. The man was carrying a bucket and a mop. He walked back and greeted his colleagues in the room.

"It's okay, I'm new here, I'll get acquainted with the job first."

The newcomer said so, leaving his colleague in the room, carrying his things all the way to the underground parking lot.

It was already early ten o'clock, and the parking lot was crowded with cars.

Benny carried the bucket and looked around, filled the mop with water, and started to drag the ground around the parking lot.

He just checked it upstairs briefly.

At this point in time, at least one-third of the blue names are visible to my eyes, but these blue names are basically people who have just arrived in the morning. It is conceivable that when night falls, this place will become a world of red names.

Crowley didn't lie to him.

While thinking, Benny dragged a mess of criss-cross watermarks in the parking lot.

The water dries up quickly, leaving a trail of inconspicuous water stains.

It seems that this newly recruited cleaner is not good at cleaning.

After spending most of the day, until the afternoon, the whole building was finally dragged out. Benny was also sweating profusely from exhaustion.

But before he could get some free rest, he heard a loud roar from the office of the competent department on the third floor.

I leaned over and listened to a few sentences. It turned out to be annoyed by the logistics of dragging the ground today like a child's graffiti, and dragging it again tomorrow.

Benny curled his mouth and threw the tool in the corner of the bathroom, climbed to the ceiling by himself, took out a cigarette, and smoked silently.

Time slowly passed, the sun went down, and darkness enveloped the earth. Fortunately, people invented the electric light to bring different colors to the night.

In the entire CIA headquarters building, the blue names have disappeared, and only the large red names are left, gathering in twos and threes and talking and laughing.

Benny had exhausted the last cigarette, but it was not time yet, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lying on the ceiling, I took out my mobile phone and edited a text message to Derek and sent it to Derek. After waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, I took out my mobile phone and took a look at it. "Send failed" was displayed on it.

The entire building has been blocked.

Screaming unlucky secretly, Benny put the phone back in his pocket and lay on the ceiling with his eyes closed.

Time ticked by, and the streets outside gradually returned to calm from the hustle and bustle, and it was already midnight without knowing it, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.

Benny opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up, slightly moved his stiff body, and quietly observed the situation in the building through the gap.

The bucket and mop he had thrown in the bathroom were still there, both curled up in the corner, emitting a faint green light with the toilet on the side.

Jumping down, his feet lightly landed on the ground, Benny silently counted the time in his heart, taking advantage of the devil patrolling outside to turn around, like a civet, he slipped out silently.

When mopping the floor during the day, he has checked that the power control room of the CIA headquarters building is on the top floor, and he has participated in the design of the security of this building. If it has not been changed, the generator will be activated in five minutes after the power failure. Independent power supply.

Five minutes is enough!

Benny slipped silently to the top floor, without a key, a flash had entered the power control room.

The master control room is a bit "lively".

There was smoke in it, and several demons were coughing and vomiting while playing cards that Benny couldn't understand.

One more person appeared in a sudden, causing the demons in the general control room to be astonished and did not react for a while.

The demons didn't react, but Benny was prepared.

He staggered forward, took out a bottle of holy water from his arms and splashed it on the devil.

The demons screamed and began to smoke.

The movement in the master control room immediately attracted the attention of the outside, and a burst of messy footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Benny came to the console, facing the densely packed buttons on the desktop, his scalp was tingling.

Bang bang bang ——

There was a knock at the door.

Benny drew an iron rod from the demon rolling on the side, rounded it and smashed it towards the console.

As soon as the stick came down, sparks flew from the console and the entire building rang out.

The door of the master control room has been hit into a large block, and a pair of pure black eyes can be vaguely seen in the gap on the side.

More footsteps converged here.

Benny ignored the situation outside and continued to rim the iron rod and slam it on the console.

A few sticks down, the entire console was smashed by Benny, the harsh sirens stopped, the lights of the entire CIA headquarters building went out, and only the sign indicating the exit in the corridor was lit up with red light.

boom--

The door of the master control room broke, and a group of demons squeezed in.

Benny dropped the iron rod and grinned at the demons.

"A gift for you."

With that, Benny pointed behind him.

The demons looked back subconsciously.

I saw that on the ground behind them, a huge expulsion array was emitting a bright green light, which looked very dazzling under the red light in the corridor.

what----

The first demon began to react, raising his head, screaming in pain, and bursts of gray smoke flying out along the seven orifices.

Subsequently, more and more demons reacted.

They don't care about dealing with the intruder in front of them, and soon they will be sent back to hell!

Benny pushed away the demon in the way, came to the railing by the corridor, and admired his masterpiece.

Looking down, the entire CIA headquarters building, on each floor of the building, exudes a bright green light, enveloping it all the way to the lobby on the first floor.

Countless demons screamed and were affected by the expulsion circle, expelled from the body, and sent back to hell.

Soon, the building fell silent again.

The overhead lights came on, the ring down, re-illuminated the building, the harsh alarm sounded again, and the red light in the corridor and the green light on the ground disappeared.

The building's automatic power supply system has been activated.

Benny retracted his gaze, turned around and glanced at the person lying on the floor, smiled and walked downstairs.

In the CIA headquarters building, all the places he can go have been seen, and John was not found. So, if he expected it well, there should be another floor below the parking lot.

Solving the tens of thousands of demons in the building is just to ease the burden for his next actions. In fact, the rescue of John has just begun now.

After sneaking into the headquarters building and confirming that the demon Crowley said had occupied it, Benny knew that he might not be able to find John in the CIA headquarters this time.

The person who sent the message before was absolutely sure that John was at the CIA headquarters. At that time, he didn't understand the situation and felt it was okay.

But when he came to Washington and saw thousands of demons in the CIA headquarters, Benny felt that the call might have been deliberately made by the demons.

As for why he was brought here, Benny hadn't figured it out for a while.

No matter what, his purpose will not change: take John away!