After a few minutes.

Seventy-three responded.

"They are not here."

Two big men downstairs looked at each other.

Not here?

Where have you gone?

"Did they act?"

Fifty-six lowered his head to think.

Eighty-one, but he ignored too much, carried the hammer and walked into the hotel.

Seventy-three's slender figure emerged from the shadows and gasped slightly.

For the Agile Apostle, the psychic value is not too much, and it is not easy to maintain a skill for a long time.

Since the other party was not there, Qishisan canceled his skill and stood silently in the corner.

"There's someone inside."

Seventy-three pointed inside the house.

Alan was in the quilt, holding an old plush bear, curled up in the quilt, with a satisfied smile on his lips, and didn't know what kind of dream he was having.

In the darkness, the three of them walked in stepping, and Alan did not wake up from his dream.

The three of them stared around Alan for a while.

Bashiyi suddenly said, "Those two guys shouldn't have found any clues and went to do the mission?"

Fifty-six thought about the experience of the day.

"Green" on the TV station.

Greentown.

Green Festival.

Kill Green.

Although the three of them are good at killing people, they are not good at solving puzzles.

Unfortunately, this trial seems to be the type they are the one they are the one they are the least good at dealing with.

"trouble."

Seventy-three complained coldly.

As the leader of the three-person team, Fifty-six suddenly smiled: "It's okay, just go find them. Since it's a team task, isn't it normal to be united?"

Eighty-one raised his chin and laughed wildly in the darkness: "It makes sense!"

Before becoming apostles, the three had already had countless murders.

Although it was not as outrageous as it was, the simple communication made the three of them understand their respective ideas.

After saying that.

Fifty-six and seventy-three turned around and prepared to leave the hotel.

"Wait, what should I do with this little brat?" Bashiyi asked, carrying the hammer and pointing at Alan who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Seventy-three looks at fifty-six.

Fifty-six smiled, his fingers moved slightly, and the knuckles of the steel gloves made a cracking sound, which was the cold metal grinding sound.

"what ever."

Eighty-one pulled the corner of his mouth: "I'm going to be a villain again? It seems a bit cruel. But..."

The huge iron hammer carried on his shoulders, Eighty-one lifted it up with one hand.

The huge hammer, in the darkness, almost completely buried Alan's quiet smile.

"I like."

The hammer, fell.

In their worldview, killing is equivalent to eating.

And it's quite fragrant.

What's more? They became apostles.

This kind of trial of accompanying death at any time? The blood-licking trial on the tip of the knife made them feel as if they had found a home.

When they first came out of the trial, they were not shocked, horrified, unbelievable, and confused.

But? Excited.

Ah, the profession of the apostle? It seems to be tailor-made for them.

It seems like, they are born to be destined to exist for the day when they are qualified.

Ordinary people are suddenly called to become apostles? They are already enjoying it when they are still in the adaptation period.

When ordinary apostles had not had time to learn to ignore life, they were already immersed in the pleasure of wanton plundering in trials and could not extricate themselves.

Although this hammer is going to kill just an ordinary child? There is no pleasure.

But it doesn't seem to be harmful?

So? It's better to kill.

It seems good to hear it with one blow.

Eighty-one smiled.

Bang!

The huge hammer hit the realm.

But his pupils suddenly shrank.

His hammer hit a man's face.

The man under the hammer? He was wearing a white-washed old floral shirt and loose brown trousers on his lower body? He was wearing a pair of old but clean leather shoes on his feet.

Eighty-one lifts the hammer again.

The smooth surface of the hammer, with the man's bloody face, pulled out a long, paste-like bloodshot, as if rolling out the noodles.

“What’s wrong.”

Eighty-one frowning? Quickly back.

When did this man who took the initiative to use his face to catch the hammer?

He didn't notice it at all?

and.

Normally? After a normal person can catch him with a hammer with his face, he can still stand upright and not even shake his body?

It is impossible for such a person to exist.

Unless, the other party is not a human!

"There is a situation!"

Eighty-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-Xi-

"Oh no! Something happened in eighty-one!"

Outside the hotel.

Seventy-three and fifty-six heard the screams of Eighty-one from the house, their whole body tensed up, and they entered a state of fighting.

boom!

A big hole was suddenly blown open in the wall.

In the broken wall, Eighty-one held a hammer in his hand and had many scars all over his body, and rushed out cursingly.

"grass!"

"Shadow glides!"

A grim smile flashed across Seventh San's face. Without saying a word, she activated her stealth skill, turned into a dark shadow, wandering quickly on the ground and shuttled through.

Fifty-six clenched fists.

The steel gaunts were shining with a shimmering glow.

In the dark night, like stars.

Seventy-three and fifty-six are ready to start.

Bashiyi wiped the blood on his face, his face full of depression: "Let's go, don't beat me, I can't fight!"
To be continued...