At the entrance of the suite, facing the still closed door, Thakar's calves felt a little cramped.
The thick wooden door could not block the two cold and powerful breaths in the room. He was considered a strong hand on the physical side, but there was still a qualitative difference between him and the two people in the room.
After all, that is an extraordinary species!
Takar's brain was pretty good, but he didn't understand at all why Ronan found this place.
Are you really helping your classmates?
Please, for this reason... Thakar was really speechless.
On the other side, Bai Xinyan seemed calm. Maybe it was because she had been responsible for contacting relevant parties and trying to communicate first, so she was too busy to get nervous?
Shit!
Takar would rather take over her job, since it is destined to not work anyway, and he can still take the opportunity to pass on some news. On the way here, Takar didn't have such an opportunity, but he didn't have the courage!
Ronan, who had been reading his notes on the way, inexplicably put strong pressure on him. It seemed that there was always an invisible demonic eye that could see through his internal organs, thoughts and thoughts... Maybe he was still designing and orchestrating a fatal plan?
Even if it was an illusion, Thakar really didn't have the guts to experiment with his own life.
He had spent a lot of time thinking wildly. At least 10 seconds had passed since the last time he knocked on the door, but there was no response from the door.
This is normal, he can sense the situation behind the door, and the other side will naturally not ignore the abnormalities outside. Remaining silent is already an attitude.
Takar was extremely eager for the matter to end here, for everyone to have a tacit understanding, to give each other some face, and to never cross the door in front of him.
The problem is, things are destined not to develop as he wishes.
Ronan once again turned to the last page of the notebook in his hand, then closed it, breathed out gently, and spoke calmly:
"Maybe you didn't hear it, please knock again."
Takar's scalp was pounding when he heard this, and he felt a million dissatisfactions in his heart. However, his arm was completely out of control of his own will, and he stretched out his arms honestly and rang the doorbell on one side.
There was still no clear response from inside the door.
It was also at this time that Thakar saw that Ronan next to him also stretched out his hand. Of course, he was not knocking on the door, but just grabbing it casually.
There seemed to be a mist of water splashing in the air, and there was a dark suitcase, which Ronan pulled out from the mist.
"Help me."
Thakar's mind was still at a loss, so he just followed Ronan's instructions and stretched out his hand blankly, acting as a table, and asked Ronan to put the suitcase in his hand.
The box was opened by Ronan. Takar didn't know what was inside, and he didn't dare to take a closer look. He just watched Ronan put the notebook in, and then took out a pen-like object from the middle, and a cut-out
Square pieces of cloth and the like.
Soon, the box was closed.
The next second, the water vapor was moist in Takar's hand, as if it was washed by water, and it was very cool... The point is that the box sank just like that, as if it had disappeared into his palm and disappeared.
"..."
Magic? Spell?
To say that Takar is also a knowledgeable person, he will not make a fuss at every turn. But the problem is that he can clearly understand that from the beginning to the end, his whole body's energy flow was smooth, without any ripples, and did not cause any interference...
And this is not under his control.
It was Ronan, the young man in front of him, who "groomed" him refreshingly and cleanly, without any false pretense.
Ronan didn't need to cast any more "spells", and Thakar's palms became wet.
There is no doubt that in Ronan's hands, he is also a complete tool. As for how Ronan did it... he no longer has the courage to think deeply.
"Open the door."
Ronan's instructions had completely replaced Takar's thinking. He didn't think much about it and just started. Without any effort, the locked door opened.
Ronan didn't hesitate and walked straight in.
Takar still kept his mind blank, following Ronan, while Bai Xinyan fell to the back.
As soon as I entered the door, there was a continuous soft clicking sound of metal machinery in front of me. All the "black suits" in the living room took out their firearms and pointed them here, obviously entering the state of being ready to fire.
Someone in the middle shouted loudly: "This is a private room, get out immediately!"
Under the focus of the deadly weapon, Takar's head finally became clearer, but he didn't care about these words. The thing is obvious. With the usual urine of these people, a new group of people came in in this way... No
, maybe before you even come in, you will be buzzed by the bullets that came out of the door.
Just because he said this, it proved that the other party also knew the special nature of this place.
Only when you know can you be afraid, and to be afraid is to understand:
It’s true that everyone is a tool person.
Even though their faces were covered by sunglasses, the faces of the "black suits" could not hide the beads of sweat falling from their foreheads, and their heavy breathing exposed their anxiety and fear early on.
Ronan ignored these, as if he didn't see the black muzzle in front of him, and looked around naturally:
"Mr. Black Lion was here just now, wasn't he? He returned the notebook I left behind to its original owner, so he came here to express his gratitude."
Such a bad reason... no one answered him.
However, Ronan's eyes quickly locked on the one in the worst condition among the group of "black suits", that is, the "Tool Man No. 1" who returned from the mission of "returning the notebook". Then he nodded and asked himself:
"It seems this is the right place."
As he spoke, he didn't stop and walked directly to the inner bedroom.
This is too much!
The "black suits" who have undergone strict training instinctively pull the trigger - at this moment, a concise instruction came from inside:
"receive!"
The "black suits" seemed to have received an amnesty and put away their guns one after another, but they still blocked Ronan's path.
The question is, what's the point?
Ronan, who had already made up his mind, completely ignored the obstacles ahead. In fact, for his water vapor avatar, this really couldn't be called an obstacle.
He kept walking and walked straight forward, and in a blink of an eye he came into direct contact with the human wall formed by the "black suits". The latter did not have any blocking effect. Ronan's water vapor avatar seemed to be illusory, as if it came from another place.
One world, the two do not intersect, passed directly through
"Stop!"
The man who had just given the order spoke again, and faster than his voice, the air suddenly solidified like an iron wall.
At this moment, the air flow in the living room of the suite seemed to be completely frozen, and there was even no breath coming in and out between the mouth and nose.
On the physical side of Takar's body, he also felt that the skin all over his body was tight, his breath suddenly became stuffy, and his blood flow was not very smooth. He subconsciously took a step back and turned into a defensive posture, almost bumping into Bai Xin.
Yan.
When he looked forward, he saw two "black suits" blocking the door of the bedroom, like another door that had been forcibly opened. The two sides separated amidst an indescribable strange noise. His body stiffened and his consciousness
Nothing.
Ronan, who had just walked through the illusory water vapor body, appeared in the center of the "portal" at the back position, and the fake body was obviously stagnant, and there seemed to be faint water smoke coming out of it...
The next moment, his entire body twisted and collapsed.
This revealed a young man further back who also looked like a bodyguard in a black suit, but his skin had some unusual gray matter.
"Wang Yong...instructor!"
Takar instinctively shouted, but the other party ignored him and turned his head immediately.
At the same time, Ronan's still calm voice came from the back bedroom:
"Mr. Tu is indeed here too. Actually, I forgot to mention something just now. Do you mind taking up a little time?