For Rozim and the others, it seemed like a life-threatening pursuit. For the two blood actors, it seemed just an interesting game, and the monsters they raised were always hanging their steps not far or near.
"Guest, I suggest you leave after eating~"
"I'll eat (Aminoas)! I'll use my pistol to frantically break your stinking into you!"
While cursing, the two ran up a slope and climbed to a higher roof.
Rozim ran desperately along the roof, Evans followed him, and the two jumped off a humble roof that was almost collapsed, skillfully jumping from one roof to another, but the Bloodman was undoubtedly faster.
They were not in a hurry to catch up with them, but just fluttered lightly in the air like a butterfly, and when the two ran to the other side, they gently turned to the side.
With a monkey-like jump, Rozim and Evans landed on the roof again.
But this time Rozim paid the price for his weight, the roof collapsed directly, and both of them fell down, landing on metal pillars and broken plasterboard.
"oops!"
Before the two of them could get up, the two blood actors descended from the broken roof with their mocking eyes full of evil, and the roars of monsters around them became louder and louder.
"Oh, it seems that our guests are tired and need some energy to replenish them."
I saw a blood actor holding a plate full of unknown viscous substances in his hand.
"Old, boss, why don't we eat..."
"Well......"
Just as the two of them were hanging for a moment, a dim green light suddenly flashed in the darkness.
"Um!?"
A bloody actor was aware of it and started moving immediately, but it was still too late.
"this--"
The next moment, his body was directly disconnected from his waist, and the cut surface was so smooth that it did not even ejaculate bleeding immediately.
The blood-playing actor holding the plate directly "breaks" in a cross-shaped body, turning into four pieces and falling down. The plate in his hand also fell down, and the splashed sticky substance almost spilled on the faces of the two of them.
In the darkness, Ratasin, wearing sunglasses, gently swung the long black knife in his hand without saying a word, and a few drops of blood hit the wall and produced several blood flowers. Then he slowly put it into the scabbard and finally made a click.
"Wow! It's still reliable for the guy!"
Evans saw Ratashin appearing and tears were almost over.
Lao Luo walked to the blood actor who had not yet died, squatted down and slapped the other party directly, stared at him and said:
"Ah, I like feeding people, right? It's like a dog! Just say for this..."
While scolding, Rozim took off his shoes, then took off his socks and put them on his hand.
"Really, for your sake, I put this sock with my athlete's foot on my hands, put it in my hands, folded my hands together, and I was as fast as a rocket, and I directly punished you! I inserted it into your stinky mouth like a rocket!"
As he said that, he really put his hands together and inserted his hands with socks into the mouth of the blood actor.
"Woo woo woo woo--"
"Do you understand if you reincarnate in the future and gain some strength in your eyes?"
More than ten seconds later, Rozim withdrew his hand and threw his socks on the other person's face.
The blood actor gasped, but did not look at Rozim, but stared at Ratasin, and then suddenly laughed.
"You... are not a monkey, interesting, interesting."
After saying that, he stopped moving.
Ratasin glanced at the other party and looked at Rozim.
“We need to leave this area right away.”
"What are you afraid of? Isn't he dead?"
Latasin shook his head.
"It's hard for blood actors to actually die unless we destroy their nests, or they will soon be resurrected with their new bodies."
As he said that, he walked away by the dead blood actor, flipped the body and finally found a black silk thread wrapped around the back.
"He is also a member of the Black Descendants."
"What's the Black Descendant?"
"A branch of the Blood Actress Association, the Blood Actresses of this Society like to set traps and sit down to watch the victim's ending... At the same time, the Blood Actresses of this Society are also the strongest revenge. Any offense that offends them will suffer from their punishment from the darkness, and even unintentional offense will bring retribution... I heard that the messenger of the conspiracy group subconsciously wrinkled his nose in the stench of their secret stinking, and was sucked in the transformed gas. Later, the unlucky guy found himself growing a whispered nose and his eyes closed, so that he could better appreciate the stenchy fragrance of the secret stinking."
As he said that, Ratasin sneered in a rare manner.
"But in the final analysis it is just a school created by apprentices abandoned by Urien Lakater."
Rozim scratched his head.
"You seem to know these perverts very well?"
"I just know something, so I'll leave quickly and go back and call others. We'll go to Wushu City, which is the territory managed by Victor. The Blood Actress Association is not good at finding people with great fanfare."
Soon, the three of them hurriedly left the place and returned to the hotel to call Karen and three other Titanium Stars, and immediately boarded the train to the unblocked city.
Not long after they left, a group of special "guests" visited the hotel and turned the entire hotel to the sky. After confirming that there was no one they were looking for, the angry blood actor directly paralyzed the hotel owner, the waiter and the guests, and brought them back to the fallen nest for the most terrible torture.
And this is just the first step, and no one can be safe and sound after offending the black descendants!
After all, their vice president was tortured by an ape with smelly socks on the first day of the new store opening!
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Usama Parton, the garrison commander of the 19th block of the city, collapsed in a chair, so tired that he could hardly stand up. He threw his helmet on the table beside him, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and pressed hard until only darkness and pain remained.
The whole city has not been peaceful recently. Due to the martial law order of the overlord Victor, their tasks have become much heavier...
In my memory, this was the first time he worked more than thirty Comoros in a row, but as a half-life, he had no choice to maintain his current status.
Gradually, he fell asleep.
Then he dreamed.
A voice began to call him-
"Um?"
Usama Parton suddenly woke up, jumped from the chair, his eyes wide open and his breathing was struggling.
As he struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, the back of his throat had tasted the sourness, and sometimes he wasn't sure if it was drinking too much or too little that caused the weakness.
He stood up tremblingly, stood firm against the wall, and his fingers were snatching the peeling plaster.
Gradually, he realized that this situation was not accidental.
Someone was indeed calling him, and Usama Parton used a wet towel to wake himself up, then wandered around his mansion, confirmed that there were no monitors, and returned to the house and moved a tiles away.
No one knows that in addition to the identity of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, Usama Parton has another layer of identity.
This identity stems from his plunder when he was the lowest level cannon fodder in the conspiracy group.