"Listen, Mr. White Bear, the 'list' has changed. We need to confirm the survivors under your control in person and enter the information. They are likely to be attacked within a few hours."
"No, don't even think about it. Our cooperation agreement does not include this. If you want to temporarily increase the amount, you have to talk to our boss. Before that, even if they die, they will die in our hands."
"I will report your words truthfully, Mr. White Bear. This uncooperative attitude is likely to lead to hostility between the military and the FBI."
"Excuse me, I'm just a small character. The troubles caused by the guys above have nothing to do with me and my brothers."
Outside the abandoned motel, Dom is preventing FBI intelligence agents from entering.
What "changed the list", was it not the FBI's poor protection that led to the death of survivors?
They roughly confirmed the existence of the "death list", but were not completely sure, so they prepared to conduct a large-scale investigation of the survivors on the entire plane.
In this case, of course he cannot be allowed in. After all, if the "god of death" really exists, he has been here for a long time.
When "accidents" happen one after another, they can no longer be called "accidents". These "people from the first part" are still figuring out the rules, and the "death list of survivors from the second part" including Bai Xiong himself has already
It has been summed up very clearly, and it has even been rotated for several cycles. The "reincarnators" are having fun earning points.
All I can say is that I made a serious mistake in estimating the "God of Death's" action mode. When he made his move, the "first part" and the "second part" were actually calculated separately.
Ever since they stole the attention of the Grim Reaper from Mount Abraham University students on the highway, the soon-to-be-accidents have been circling "Survivor Part 2."
I had predicted before that the "God of Death" would reduce the difficulty of stopping it because it was relatively easy to cause accidents here, but I never expected that it would not leave because of this.
No, it’s actually not that difficult to understand. There was an ancient mummy who didn’t want to conquer the world but just wanted to live a small life with his girlfriend, right? It’s reasonable to have multiple salty gods of death.
If the God of Death this time has an entity, he has a hundred plans to kill him.
call--
On the quiet street, suddenly a gust of wind blew.
"Tsk..." Since the FBI agent was still in front of him, Dom couldn't take out the Black Book of the Dead to check the target of Death unless he wanted to attract his attention. He could only keep his eyes wide open to observe the "omen".
Along with the cold wind, a movie poster with a heavily armed soldier flying through the air, but when it passed the FBI's car, due to the cyclone, it went straight under the car's tires and became stuck.
Moved.
...A certain soldier is going to die from being crushed?
Dom raised his eyebrows, took a step back and slammed the motel door: "Just complain to me!"
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"Bah, what do you think the Marine Corps is so awesome?"
The FBI agent who received the rejection spat, raised his foot and kicked away a pebble on the roadside, and got into the car with a curse.
Gululu...
The pebbles rolled all the way, fell into the drainage ditch on the roadside, and hit a gray mouse that was looking for food.
The mouse was startled and hurriedly left its position near the road and ran toward the interior of the motel.
While walking through the drainage ditch, there were muffled voices coming from the surface.
"Boss, are you in trouble?"
"They are starting to suspect us, but it's still too early to really take action."
"Then we-"
"Keep the status quo and take me to the control room now."
The gray mouse ran all the way to the end of the drainage ditch, crawled to the surface, and sniffed the smell of nearby food.
Snap, a half-bitten piece of pizza flew out of the third-floor window and landed not far from the gray mouse.
The gray mouse swung its tail and ran over to try to bite. At the same time, the sound of conversation came from the window.
"Hey! Alvin, can you change your habit of throwing food out of the window? It's us who have to clean up later, and those 'FBIs' won't be guest cleaners."
"When we are being targeted by the God of Death, do you still have time to care about such trivial matters? This is the [third] experience of life and death, and I've had enough."
"They promised that our lives would be back to normal in two weeks, and we're already halfway there, and while there's always danger, no one's died yet, right?"
"Shit back to normal!"
Whoosh - whoosh.
Another beer bottle was thrown out of the window. The bottle hit the wall and broke into pieces. Half of the beer inside poured over the gray mouse who was eating the pizza.
The rat dropped the pizza in surprise and crawled into the hotel through a nearby rat hole.
There are many tangled wires in the cracks of the hotel wall. The gray mouse walked around them and ran towards the depths of the hotel. When it reached the second floor, the loudspeaker outside the wall vibrated:
"[——Labrador, go and take Alvin and Kate out of their current room, be careful of 'falling' accidents.]"
"[——Gray Wolf, don't lean against the wall, pay attention to the wires.]"
The gray mouse was startled, turned around and ran in the other direction.
In this direction is the hotel kitchen. Due to the large number of guests, there is usually a lot of kitchen waste, which attracts many similar gray mice, such as the two black mice in front.
Since the gray mouse smelled of pizza and beer, the two black mice thought it had already eaten and resolutely refused to let it pass. Naturally, the gray mouse couldn't accept it, and the three mice started fighting in the gap in the ceiling.
Squeak——
The kitchen door was opened, and an "FBI agent" walked in. He looked at the slight noise above his head in confusion, and then walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, mumbling something.
"Hmph...refuse to share information and let me fend for myself? I can survive such a simple accident even without relying on that White Bear guy. Don't think that I don't know that the 'soul' used to strengthen myself cannot be traded.
Yes, he may have a better physique than me now. As long as he has experienced a few more worlds, I can fight him."
The FBI agent first took out half a pizza from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the microwave, then turned on the gas stove and put two sausages in the frying pan, then took out a carton of milk and drank it, being careful to avoid sharp knives or sharp objects.
Location where electric shock is possible.
"You can't act alone. The God of Death is specifically looking for attacks when you are alone. Oh, I have already avoided [two] attacks on my own. It seems that this God of Death is nothing more than that." The FBI agent said to himself.
Bang!
Perhaps the pizza was damp or ice cubes were mixed in, but there was a sudden explosion sound in the microwave. While this sound attracted FBI agents, it also brought an immediate end to the "war" on the ceiling.
When the gray mouse heard the sound of explosions and was distracted, it was pushed by two black mice and hit an exposed wire. Sparks instantly flew everywhere, causing the load-bearing wires of the heavy headlight on the top of the kitchen to be damaged.
Burn directly.
The headlight, which was half a meter in diameter, crashed down.
A few minutes later, an indistinct voice came from the loudspeaker in the corner.
