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Chapter 689, Black Night (5)

"What sound??"

Although the killings of the Dragon Slave and the Ninja Sect were carried out in a suppressed and rapid manner, the nearby sensitive Tielu team members still heard strange sounds. Several sharp whistles were sounded, and the nearby team immediately changed direction and rushed towards the warehouse area.

"Disperse!!" Long Er murmured coldly and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost. The Dragon Slave members who had just finished the battle dispersed one after another and hid silently in the dark, avoiding the Iron Law members and disappearing without a trace.

Just as they suddenly appeared like ghosts, the evacuation at this moment was also quick and decisive, leaving no traces, only...the tragic corpses lay quietly on the messy pile of debris, staring at the sky with wide eyes,

There is unwillingness and even more despair.

They were originally the most elite ninjas, ghost killers in the dark, and masters of the assassination world. They were once proud of all the heroes and respected by their clans, but the last battle in their lives came so unexpectedly, and the last glory unexpectedly happened.

So short, so desolate.

Their lurking was only for the upcoming assassination. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the assassination, they became the first memorial objects, and the tragedy of life originated from this.

They are not willing to give in!! Why is it them? How could they find this place?

At the same time, a killing spree was also staged in another forgotten part of the base, and the master... Peng Hou!

This is a basement and a cold storage room. The area is not large, but it is definitely not small, at least no less than a warehouse where debris is accumulated.

What can be seen inside are stored ice cubes, air conditioners, and shelves, with colorful vegetables, fruits, and meats stacked on them. Compared to the messy warehouse, the place is orderly, but because there are too many items accumulated, ice cubes are everywhere.

They are all, the shelves are very close to each other, so that they look crowded, and there are only dense aisles throughout.

It's a cold room, more like a maze!

It's freezing cold here, it's foggy here, and there's so much cargo everywhere. If the master who manages this place doesn't lead the way, you might really get lost in there.

Like the warehouse at the corner of the base, this basement was also the focus of the Iron Law Troop's search. They came to inspect it more than once, but without exception, found nothing.

But just this evening, Peng Hou accidentally discovered a problem. The snow lion that had been missing for a long time actually appeared at the door of the basement. It did not move or roar. Instead, it lay quietly at the door, its big eyes like copper bells fixed.

He looked at the iron door of the entrance, only a low roar rolled in his throat.

It seemed to be warning something, but it was a little weak.

Snow Lion also participated in the brutal battle at the base that day. He was so crazy that he was seriously injured in the chaos. His body was relatively weak. He was able to stand up and move only a few days ago. He should have stayed in Di Cheng's room.

He was recovering from his injuries, but suddenly appeared here.

Why!!

Peng Hou will not let go of any doubts, so...he is here...

The killing machines that were secretly collected and cultivated are also here - Mu Ming, Dong Liang!

Peng Hou stood in the central area of ​​the storage room. A slight chill invaded his bones. Thick water vapor filled the surroundings. His eyes were filled with thick layers of ice and dotted with fruits and vegetables. It was as if he was in an ice world, both cold and gorgeous.

But as time goes on and waiting quietly, everyone will downplay the so-called 'bright' colors and concentrate on resisting the cold invasion. This kind of environment is only suitable for refrigerated fruits and vegetables, not suitable for hiding living people, even for the management of the warehouse.

The staff can only stay for three to five hours at most, and if it goes on any longer, someone may actually die.

Logically speaking, there is no need to search here, but as long as there is the slightest possibility, you must devote 100% of your energy. You would rather be wrong than miss.

Peng Hou was in the depths of the fog. Mu Ming, Dong Liang, and their ten iron-law generals were separated in different directions. They were also in the coldest area and 'disappeared' in the depths of the thick fog.

They held their breath and concentrated, felt and searched with their hearts, forgetting the cold as much as possible and immersed themselves in this ice world.

The strange thing is that, unfortunately, despite the long wait, the long feeling, and the passage of time, I have not been attacked by anything, nor have I felt any strange aura fluctuations.

"Commander, the time has come." Two hours later, the Iron Law team members outside set the time, walked quickly into the basement with thick quilts, found Peng Hou and others, covered them, and quickly wrapped them up and took them out.

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Click! The thick gate closed heavily, and the lock gate was turned to lock it. I walked in a hurry, maybe it was frozen.

Then... the bright light stick went out, and only a few small red bulbs were on 'hardly', bringing a bit of reluctant light to this large warehouse.

It's just that when the red color shines on ice cubes and vegetable pulp, there is always a strange feeling, like blood, like scarlet, and the 'ice' gradually turns into 'cold'.

Apart from the whirring of air-conditioning coming from pipes everywhere, there was no sound in the entire warehouse.

There was dead silence, coldness, and loneliness.

The matter seems to have ended here, and the ironclad search seems to have been terminated.

However...actually...in the deepest part of the fog, in the dark corner, Peng Hou, who should have left, was crouching quietly, existing in silence, not only him, Mu Ming, Dong Liang and other twelve people

The same exists!

The previous 'leave' was just a pre-planned trick, pretense, using the chaotic crowd, misty fog, and quilt packages to create the illusion of leaving. In fact, they still stayed in the warehouse, continued to hide, and continued to lurk.

Keep waiting.

There was another long silence, until more than half an hour later, a crisp sound sounded deep in the warehouse.

Click!

It was like the sound of an ice pick falling to the ground and breaking, like the breaking of ice cubes after being frozen for a long time, or... the sound of subtle footsteps!!

Peng Hou and others' eyes narrowed slightly, but no one made any rash move. Only their bodies tensed up and their expressions became colder and colder.

Click!

The sound sounded again, just ten meters in front of Peng Hou. The light was dim and the fog was filled. The visual distance of the warehouse was less than two meters, so the specific situation could not be seen.

Click!

Another voice sounded, this time... six meters??

Was it the falling ice? Or was it the stepping of footsteps against the frost on the ground? Peng Hou had a vague feeling and boldly concluded that this was a test! It was the sound of footsteps!

Especially the sound just now, because it was heard at a close distance, it felt more like footsteps.

But... Peng Hou frowned more and more tightly, and a chill rose in his heart, which was stronger than the cold outside. The previous sound was ten meters away, and this one was about six meters away.

One step across five meters??

How is that possible!!

Just at this moment! Click!!

A crisp sound sounded again, just...in front of...three meters away!

Peng Hou's figure suddenly tensed up, staring intently at the blood-red mist in front of him. His hands slowly tightened, and the sharp steel fingertips moved unconsciously, reflecting the tension in his heart, as well as the gradual feeling.

The accumulated murderous intent.

Three meters away, the Guzhuang Needle in a white close-fitting suit lay quietly on the ground, like a four-legged monster or a lurking cheetah, with its head slightly raised, its body tense, and its cold eyes.

Keep your eyes on the front.

Just as Peng Hou was nervous at the moment, Guzhuang Needle Dove also tried his best to hide himself. He was not sure whether Peng Hou had left, but he had to get the answer as soon as possible, otherwise... if he stayed dormant for a long time, he and his men would definitely

Will freeze to death in the warehouse.

Therefore, it must be determined as soon as possible. After it is safe, you can move your body a little to bring some heat to yourself. Although this is a safe hiding place, the pain you suffer is also directly proportional to each other.

But... Guzhuang Zhenjiu couldn't figure out why Peng Hou came here in person? Did he discover something?

Guzhuang Zhenjiu knew Tianmen well and the "important ministers" around Di Cheng. Compared to others, as a master of hidden killings, what he paid most attention to was not Emperor Xi Yu, not Yang Jing, not Anne, but the unique characteristics of the two.

Peng Hou, who is not bright but willing to hide in the darkness!

This guy is definitely not easy to deal with! This is Guzhuang Needle Dove’s judgment about Peng Hou all the time.

Since Peng Hou came in person, how could he give up quietly?

His intuition told him that there must be something fishy in it. As he tentatively moved forward, his breathing stagnated slightly because... vaguely... he felt... someone... in front of him!!

Who??Could it be Peng Hou??

PS: And...

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