Black Sky

"Don't look at me with that expression. When you are in a good mood, you will switch to something else." When Chus went out carrying the barrel, he was as relaxed as if he had just finished afternoon tea and was about to go out for a dog walk. .

Mop didn't believe him: "For example?"

"PA light missile?" Chus answered casually.

The mop couldn't help asking: "Is there any difference?"

Chus raised his hand and pressed a switch outside the storage room door, and replied, "The bullet rails are more elegant, they look gentler."

Mop: "Are you really describing the PA egg that can blast the entire cedar forest into dregs..."

"Ok."

Mop gave himself a mouth: Believe in your evil! I'm a fool to take this ancestor's nonsense again!

He had planned well-Chu Si must go to provoke the desperado, he didn't stop him, he didn't want to die anyway!

However, as soon as he retracted to the side of the capsule, he heard an unwavering mechanical and electronic sound from the entire storage room: "The lock system in the room is turned on, and the trigger self-destruct device is activated. The countdown is 10 seconds, 10—"

"What is this again?!" Mop was surprised.

Truth's voice followed his footsteps further and further, "I am more suspicious, so I don't worry about keeping strangers watching the house. Don't worry, if you pay attention, the room won't explode."

A carp hit the mop and stood up, grabbed the thin little mop and ran to the door, not forgetting to bring the box with soundproof earplugs, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Watch the door!!"

One big and one small can be squeezed out, and the door behind him has been automatically locked.

The mop had a green face in three steps and made two steps up the stairs. When he chased to the door of the villa, Chus was taking out a pair of glasses from the closet drawer by the door.

"You too?" Chus buckled the protective lens and walked along the stairs outside the door to the third floor terrace.

The whole process was not hurried or slow, and it seemed that he didn't worry about the terrorist rioting with discontent.

The mop buckled himself and the small mop on the air displacement machine, and his face collapsed like a concubine, "Go, if you don't go, what if you blow me up unhappy."

"Sorry, I just don't like watching people collapse, especially when I have to get up to do something." Truth stood on the edge of the roof, and while removing the black outer bag of the rocket launcher, he answered lightly.

This person is an out-and-out bastard. Whenever he talks about all kinds of threats, he will add some decorations such as "Sorry", "Excuse me", "I'm sorry", and "I'm sorry". Sometimes he smiled a little, as if he really felt it was inappropriate to threaten people.

In the past, the old guys in the building were always vomiting blood with anger, and they jumped in the conference room.

So much so that his deputy Carl couldn't stand it anymore, and occasionally couldn't help but ask the last sentence: "Did they ever wear shoes for you?"

Truth would always reply: "Who knows, don't you think their eyes are always a little guilty? Don't you have done something bad without telling me."

His tone has always been half-truth and half-false, making it difficult to understand whether he was joking or being true, so after hearing this answer several times, Carl consciously stopped asking.

"Okay, well, you have the final say from now on." The mop was startled by him, and he was loyal to a face that had eaten rat medicine.

From their perspective, they saw a neat black figure standing in the corner between the cedar forest and the edge of the earth at a distance of fifty or sixty meters from the courtyard wall of the villa, and there was a pile of stacks of unknown origin at his feet. , Other than that, it was empty.

"Huh! My tent!" The mop subconsciously pointed at the pile of objects and cried out.

After speaking, he remembered that there was an escaped prisoner standing where he was pointing.

So he shut his mouth suddenly, silently retracted his finger, grabbed the small mop and squatted down, blocking his face.

Truth said regretfully, "You probably have to say goodbye to your tent."

His voice is not loud, but the black figure's ears are very good. After catching the familiar voice, he raised his head and locked his eyes accurately on Chus.

"My dear commander, you finally can't help coming out." He stepped on the slightly raised surveillance camera on the ground, his knees bent slightly, but his legs were longer. He raised his head, showing a boring gesture, with a little smile in his voice, but he couldn't see what it meant.

"Sae Young, long time no see." Chus even raised his left hand at him, as if he was really saying hello.

"It's been a long time. I would be happier if I could give my surname when calling me." Sa'e squinted at him, seeming to be looking seriously at something. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, I miss you very much."

mop:"…"

It stands to reason that the chief of the government and the fugitive from the space prison are also hostile, right? Why did this fugitive open his mouth "Dear" and shut his mouth "Miss you very much", is this intentional? It should be intentional, right?

Mop suddenly became a little uneasy, and glanced at Chus secretly, but his perspective was clear, he could only see Chus's chin, and he couldn't see his expression.

Truth seems to have been accustomed to Sae's way of speaking, and adapts well. Not only did he not disagree with the phrase "I miss you so much", he even replied to the other party in a good voice.

He said: "If you are squatting in jail, I can probably try to think of you."

The mop immediately slipped and almost fell from the edge of the roof: Mom, help...

Sahe seemed to be very accustomed to such an answer, and he didn't care. He shrugged, swept the surroundings, and asked Truth solemnly: "Don't you feel boring in such a big place, you are the only one? My dear, how about giving me a corner?"

Mop: "..." Can't you see a living person here? ? ?

Truth shrugged, "Sorry, I don't find it boring."

Saer, "Then for another reason, Space Super Signal doesn't like me too much and prevents me from sending you messages."

Truth, "Thank God, it just happened to be able to pay me peace."

Saer smiled, "Change another one, I like this villa very much?"

Truth also laughed, "I advise you not to covet other people's real estate casually."

Saer finally stopped talking about it, he opened his arms lazily, "I am penniless, homeless, clinking poor, and starving to death."

As he said, he suddenly licked his slightly chapped lower lip, and added, "The one squatting next to you looks fat and thin. If you have another handful of seasoning..."

Mop is like a mourning concubine: "..." Oh-you saw me again now.

He hurriedly turned his head and asked Chus, "Is he kidding?"

Truth glanced at him and said, "I'm not sure."

The mop turned his head and was about to run downstairs for his life, but Chus held it back.

"I think he seems to be sick." Mop said with a stiff neck.

Truth took it for granted: "Otherwise, how could he be in the space prison."

It was strange that there would still be wind on the fragments that were held by the protective cover of the dragon pillar. For a while, he swept behind them, and the goose bumps on the back of the mop were all over.

The bushes in the backyard of the villa were rustled by the wind, but Chus and the others did not notice.

After all, there is a neurosis in front of him, who would dare to distract attention elsewhere.

"My dear, how are you thinking about it?" Saer asked, as if he was really very reasonable.

Chu Stanran said: "Since you expose your scars like this, wouldn't it be too cruel for me to refuse you anymore."

Sahe hung his fingers on the side of the oxygen supply mask and hung loosely on his side. Whenever Chus speaks, he will show great patience. At that moment, he looks like a beast that has just been hunted. He is lazy, and even gives people a kind of "not that dangerous". illusion.

Chus did not change his face and said, "To be honest, I have prepared a present for you."

Sahe raised some interest and stood up straight: "Gift? What gift?"

The mop squatting on the ground groaned and silently covered his eyes.

Saer smiled and took a step back, opened his arms, his lazy tone remained the same, "Come on, I close my eyes."

With a right hand, Chus mounted the carefully prepared R-72 rocket launcher on the exquisite railings on the edge of the platform, aimed neatly and fired.

The cannonball rushed forward like wild dogs, blowing up the ceiling.

That piece of land was already on the edge, very thin, and when it was bombarded by a rocket launcher, it broke apart immediately. The abandoned tent together with the mop, about ten square meters of land, broke directly from the debris of the planet.

"As you wish, I have given you a part, no thanks," Chu Si said.

Saer stood on such a broken ground, and became a big-headed whale in an isolated island: "..."

However, before Chus had time to unload the rocket launcher, he angered him again, and the sound of the sky and the earth exploded.

The whole planet shattered suddenly, and the mops knelt directly on the ground.

The mop guarded the kid in his arms in horror amidst the shaking of the ground, and exclaimed: "Did you shoot another shot?! Are you sure you didn't reverse the direction?!"

Truth suddenly dragged him to the edge of the platform: "It's not me!"

After speaking, he kicked the two men off the platform and jumped off himself.

"Who else! This is the **** third floor-!!!"