Overturned Tower

"If you can deal with the drone just now, then run away."

Maze, who had been silent for a long time before, suddenly said: "The moving speed of the inferior is so slow... As long as you don't run in the direction of the inferior, you can definitely run out."

"Oh?"

On the contrary, Quan Shu got angry with him: "How can you make us believe what you, a traitor, say?

"You are the one who sold us?!"

Although he didn't say it clearly, it was obvious that he could only say what the barber had just inferred.

Quanshu obviously adjusted his mentality—although he was scolded by the barber just now and lost face, he turned his head and started licking the barber again.

He bit the maze with all his strength like a dog, just hoping to please the "Godfather".

But the barber looked at him with only danger.

He continued speaking very fast: "No, everyone. The labyrinth is right.

"I deduce that the company's operation this time must have some not-so-clear target. Otherwise, their bombing would not have been so precise... so accurate that it just missed anyone. Because they can't judge who we are, and they don't know who we are." Determine where we meet...they just know our meeting is in this factory."

This is not a rigorous reasoning.

Rather, it is the barber's motivation that is deduced from the result.

The mages present quickly realized what the barber said.

"This bombing was just to drive us out."

Malt Wine was the first to fully analyze the meaning of the words of "Godfather": "There is only one inferior person. They only used the moonstone to capture someone alive."

"Why don't you just kill the bad guys?"

Hang Sha said in a deep voice, "We have so many people here."

Malt Wine shook his head and refused: "No, the number is meaningless in front of the inferior who acts alone. Without those people dragging him down, the inferior is almost invincible. I can probably defeat the inferior, and so can Torvatus .Strangulation and maze can cause some trouble for him if he pays his life, but most of the others are close enough.

"Besides, it is impossible for me to protect you from the inferior. I can't do it, and I don't have that obligation—if I injure him here and cause him to demonize...everyone left will die. I won't Leave."

"That's it... let's spread out and run. Anyone who wants to see the inferior should quickly remind others not to approach this direction..."

There is undisguised timidity in the familiar voice.

"impossible."

Tovatus was still sitting on the chair without moving, folded his hands on his chest and sneered: "Under the moonstone, do you still want to use communication equipment?

"Turn on your radios and see if you can still get a signal?"

"...What should I do then?"

"Let's run separately and see luck."

Torvatus shrugged, with no fear on his face: "Just like the maze said, there is only one inferior person. If he wants to exert the greatest strength, he can only act alone... But this means that he Only one person can be captured."

"Who is he going to catch?"

Another leader asked in surprise, "Godfather?"

They subconsciously believed that only the godfather was worthy of this standard of arrest.

"No, we've just learned the wisdom of the godfather. There's no reason for them to know earlier."

"It's a mage, they want to catch a mage!"

Malt Wine has already reacted: "The biggest difference before this time is that this meeting is actually a gathering of mages!"

"That's right."

The barber looked serious, glanced at the maze intentionally or unintentionally, and then continued: "Someone has leaked the essence of our meeting."

Hearing this, Malt Wine also understood what he meant.

This is a cover-up method used to conceal the identity of the "mage" from those outside - the participants in the meeting are all selected high-level people, and what they have in common is the mage.

From the perspective of peripheral members, this meeting is actually no different from the past... Anyway, it is a high-level meeting and a low-level work.

Even if the company has informants in their respective organizations, they can't be sure which meeting is the meeting of mages.

"After today, the identity of our mages should have been leaked. Even if the bad guys can't catch any of us, they only need to catch a few peripheral members at random, and they will be able to know our identities."

Malt Wine sarcastically said: "Then I'm inclined to have someone caught. Otherwise, they will probably raid a certain stronghold at random and pick a lucky one... Anyway, it won't be me. Who do you think it will be?"

"You might as well just surrender, Labyrinth."

Quanshu immediately sarcastically said: "Anyway, you are also with them, aren't you?"

Maze didn't say anything, and suddenly fell straight behind him.

He fell to the ground and melted into it, turning into a real "paper man".

The labyrinth turned into a piece of paper was folded seven times quickly, and then disappeared inexplicably.

"He ran away," Hang Sha shook his head, "Okay, everyone. I'll settle accounts with him later... Let's run separately."

As he spoke, he glanced at the barber and said in a deep voice, "You come with me."

Although the strangulation didn't say it clearly, it was obviously worried that the barber wouldn't be able to deal with that kind of drone.

In order to care about the face and dignity of the barber, he did not tell the fact that the barber "only learned spells for three days"....

If the barber is knocked out by the drone, the "Godfather" will be picked up by the inferior.

"rest assured."

The barber patted his chest, and looked meaningfully at Stretch.

That's where his two guns were.

Hang Kill took a look and nodded suddenly. Then I won't say more.

Indeed, the barber's spell is a la carte. Personally, I don't think it will burn to death for a minute, but the marksmanship is really good.

Strangling has almost never seen a sharpshooter with such good marksmanship... Even if there are, they are all "self-aiming brothers" who have been connected to the chip.

That being the case, he really wasn't afraid of those drones.

"If we gather together, maybe the target will become bigger instead. It's better to see fate, everyone... run separately."

The barber said solemnly: "Mr. Tovatus, you set a time and place.

"If everyone escapes successfully, we will have a meeting there then."

"Come on."

Torvatus smiled: "If one of us is captured by the inferior...or simply someone informs. The location of that kind of location will be leaked easily.

"Let's meet up in the dream world... Everyone, it's okay to arrive at Crystal Skeleton City within a month, right?

"Then next month, see you in Crystal Skeleton City."

After setting the time and place, more than half of the mages disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They each have their own way of escaping...

The only ones left on the spot were Cooked, Strangled, the barber, and Tovatus who was still sitting motionless on the chair.

"Let's go," Tovatus said leisurely, "I have something to say to the inferior."

Quanshu gave a flattering smile to Tovatus and the barber, and then he was like his own soul relative - turned into a big fat gray mouse.

It creaked and slipped through the gap.

"Don't you really need me to protect you?"

Strangled whispered.

"It's really unnecessary..."

The barber smiled helplessly, stepped out of the broken wooden door, and entered into the chaotic sea of ​​flames.

He casually ran to a room with a decent door, and locked himself inside.

Then the barber said the name for the first time in his mind:

"—Deer head portrait!"

I hope she can still hear after so long no contact...

His worries are pointless.

Because the head portrait of the deer immediately returned in seconds:

【I am here】

"Help me open the door!"

【clear】

When the barber opened the door again, he stepped into the junction of the doors from the sea of ​​flames.

He quickly closed the door behind him again.

After the voice behind him was cut off, the barber took off his mask.

The body of "Barber" was shattered in the ultramarine flames, and he turned back into a relatively short boy with cat ears.

Russell leaned back against the closed door, heaved a deep sigh of relief, his whole body was almost weak.

There was even some fear on his face.

"Outrageous..."

Russell murmured, "Is this considered overfulfilling the task?"

In three days, he almost became the boss of the opponent...

Russell didn't even dare to imagine how the name "Godfather" would spread throughout the streets and alleys of the lower city after today.

Just thinking about it, he felt an inexplicable shame.

But shame is shame, you still can't wear it when performing...

"...almost enough rest."

Russell only dared to rest for more than ten seconds, then took out the two chips from his arms, and inserted them into the chip box one by one for easy access.

He still has business to do, so he can't touch it anymore.

Torvatus probably won't be able to catch it, strangling him doesn't want to catch it...

The others ran like an Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own abilities, and Russell didn't even understand which direction they ran. Although the distance ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is definitely not too far from the discussion of avoiding drones, it is indeed impossible to find it in the blink of an eye.

Then the only person who can be caught, the target is very clear.

It was Quan Shu who had just been offended!

After the barber used Quanshu as a target to output a round of rage, the rat man only took about ten minutes to adjust his mentality.

He even turned around directly, licking his face and turning to flatter himself.

Russell was sure that if the "Godfather" showed some forgiveness, Quan Shu would kneel down like a dog on the spot.

— But such people are the most dangerous.

Because he is not the kind of person who has long since abandoned his self-esteem and smoothed his edges and corners.

From the analysis of the details just now, it is obvious that he has almost pathological self-esteem and is extremely easily irritated...but he can completely suppress these crazy and dark natures for a certain purpose.

Just watching his face-changing performance made Russell feel cold.

This son...this uncle can't stay any longer...

His original target was actually a labyrinth.

But since the maze ran so decisively, it's your turn to be the lucky one...

—Watch me perform a public revenge on the spot.

"Delphinium, poor one, come and save me quickly..."

I'm not sure if I can play at all, and how much I can play...

Russell gritted his teeth, pulled out the delphinium chip, and held it in the palm of his right hand.

"Deer Head, open the door for me—directly open to Quanshu's face!"

Afterwards, Russell directly turned around with his left hand and opened the door he had just walked out of, and resolutely stepped into the flames again. Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!