"I told you that there is absolutely no problem with this chicken leg. ︽," Looking at the two sitting in front of him, Mike licked the bones of the chicken leg in his hand: "You can always eat it with confidence now."

So the three people sitting there rushed to finish the chicken legs in the bag like wind storming the wind.

"It's really delicious. I've never eaten such delicious fried chicken legs. The meat is soft but elastic. The special sauce makes the chicken legs taste more delicious!"

Maxim licked his fingers and looked intoxicated. As a cook show enthusiast, Chu Renke said that he couldn't understand what he said at all, but this did not stop him from licking the bones of chicken legs that had some sauce.

"...I'm a little thirsty, and these chicken legs seem to be a little salty." Mike stood up, walked to the kitchen and picked up the big pot with water. When he returned to the living room, the man looked at the kitchen with a strange look: "It's strange, the kitchen window has not been closed. Who was the night yesterday?"

"I don't know, maybe the cook forgot. The old lady is always a little careless in her work, but considering that the food she cooks is delicious and the wages are cheap, so bear it." Chu Renke glanced at Mike: "By the way, I'll pour me a cup. When you say that, I really feel a little thirsty. These chicken legs are delicious, but they are too worth thirsty."

"No problem, come on, everyone fills up a cup." Pour the water into three cups, Mike handed two of them to Chu Renke and Maxim respectively, then picked up one cup by himself, and the three good friends clinked the cups together.

"Respect our friendship." Chu Renke said.

"Respect our lives." Maxim added.

"It's the last time for foodies." Mike said that, he tilted his neck and drank a big sip of water, and then fell on his back to the ground.

Chu Renke took a sip, his face changed, and then he threw his head into the soup bowl in front of him.

Maxim, who had taken two more sips, tilted his head and fell on the bench, and eventually fell to the ground because of losing balance.

A crossbow arrow flew out of the kitchen. Finally, it was nailed to Chu Renke's head. Watching the big man pretending to be dead, it was really clear. Marceau walked out of the kitchen, wearing a white leather robe and a cat with a cap on his cap, walked to Chu Renke's side, and took the purse from his waist and shook it. In terms of weight, it was a lot of money.

After a player dies, different amounts of cash will be dropped as a special method according to their own camp. Therefore, there is indeed a saying in the game industry that kills and sets fires. However, since you can kill, you can certainly be killed. Therefore, not having too much cash in your pocket has become a consensus among players. Being a good person has also become a good way for many players to avoid excessive losses.

However, no matter how much these assassins play, they cannot make themselves a good person, such as the scene where they point a gun at the police and say that they want to be a good person. I am afraid they will only be able to appear in the film of medieval movies forever.

After putting away the spoils, Marceau went up the corridor to the second floor, listened with her ears for a while, and finally confirmed the location of the last target. The cat walked to the door in front of her confirmed the hardness of the door. Finally, she took off a small crossbow from her waist with her right hand, and then took out the engineering equipment and cracking explosives from the space bag with her right hand.

Put it on the door of the room, the cat turned around and pressed the detonator in its hand. A small amount of explosives blew the door into the room, and a scream sounded in the room. However, in the cat's gray vision, the guy screaming had already picked up the nail on the head of the bed and was preparing a spell in his hand. So the cat stretched out his left hand and a crossbow arrow nailed it to his forehead the next second.

Seeing the target in the dark vision begin to lose its brightness, the cat dropped the small crossbow that had come from the Southern Unity Union Warehouse. Then he quickly ran through the window at the end of the corridor, and jumped up and smashed the window door after approaching. Because it was the back alley, the cat, which had not attracted any attention, crashed into the second floor of the opposite house and rolled in the uninhabited room. He got up and opened the door, took out a few gold coins and threw it into the hands of the dwarf np who came to hear the sound: "I'm sorry, the cat man does things, the dwarf, but I'm willing to compensate you at the price for your window."

"Before you leave, please answer me, have you come from the house in front?" asked the dwarf running beside the cat.

"That's right." Marceau stopped and nodded.

"Okay, take this money back, let me tell you, I've been very upset by the outsiders. When they were early and late, they didn't laugh and scold, and sometimes they were crazy like crazy. If I hadn't beat them, I would have gone to deal with them." The dwarf said this and stopped Marceau again: "By the way, you have to knock me out, otherwise those guys would definitely ask me questions about you."

So the cat punched the talkative dwarf to the ground, then went downstairs to push open the back door of the house, closed the door, and then disappeared into the vast crowd on the street.

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Walking into the 'Beautiful Finger' nail salon on the east side of the Iron Avenue, Marceau sat in the position he had just sat an hour ago. The old grassland elf woman with a natural and cute look on her face retracted her attention from the magazine in her hand and smiled at the cat: "Agent, have you finished your business?"

"Yes, Madam's believer, I have made the six murderers on the list pay the price." Marceau replied seriously.

"Very good, agent, your action amazes me, this is your reward." The old lady smiled and put six volumes of ten gold coins in front of Marceau.

Then the cat received the reward for this mission from the system. ‘Dear players, you received the full reward of 60 gold coins, one Avenger talent point. According to the contract, you will get two additional Avenger talent points.’

Very good, Marceau was very satisfied. Considering that there was still some time to go to the market first, Marceau decided to take a look, so he put away the gold coins, the cat stood up and prepared to leave, but the old lady sitting there clapped her hands and used her actions to stop the cat from his steps.

"Young agent, wait a moment, my mother-in-law has a heartless invitation. I wonder if you can help me, the old lady."

The elders had requests, and Marceau should listen to them, so the cat sitting back on the chair was calmly waiting for the elders' request.

"Mother-in-law, I was young and had very good memories. Now I am old, I always hope that the children can walk through their life path safely, but I know that young foreigners like you are always unwilling to be ordinary..." The old man put a small bag in front of Marceau: "This is the employment fee for mother-in-law. In the next week, although there is nothing right or wrong in the fight between our grassland elves and big men, the children should not be involved in any case. If anyone hurts Lanlanmov... This money is the employment fee for me to hire you to make the murderer pay."

Marceau was silent for a moment: "Is it just a week?"

"Yes, within a week, our grassland elves' agent will come to Provence. I will ask her to replace you. What do you think, the agent."

"No problem, elder." Picking up the wallet, Marceau replied calmly: "I have felt your wishes in a tangible way." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!