The drunk man died.

Dead on a piece of glass that Perska picked up casually, his neck was divided into two pieces, and the warm blood gushed out dyed the floor red.

Persca's hands were trembling.

It can be seen that this is the first time he has taken someone else's life with his own hands, otherwise he would never have been so nervous.

My thoughts were a little dazed: I vaguely remember that when I first did this kind of thing a long time ago, I was under a huge psychological burden. The pressure that was as heavy as a mountain blue could crush people by accident... "It's over."

Seeing my trance, No. 7 patted my shoulder and reminded me in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Um."

I nodded and then ordered the two team members to quickly handle the accident scene.

Now, we are performing missions on other borders.

You have to be more low-key when doing things, especially after a person's life is killed. You must quickly clean up the scene. Otherwise, once such a thing spreads, it will definitely alarm the local police station.

Such consequences are extremely unfavorable for us who perform tasks.

The team members I under my command are all professionals. It is just a piece of cake for them to clean up such a scene. Of course, the cleaning process is a bit unsightly.

But after more than ten minutes, the small room had returned to its original state.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, I glanced at Persca. At this moment, he had not yet come back to his senses from the bloody scene just now, and anger still occupied his sanity.

He held the piece of glass that had ended the life of the drunk man tightly, and the blood fell down his fingertips.

"Let him let go."

I said to linguists.

The linguist nodded and immediately translated my words to Persca.

Hearing this, Perska suddenly let go of his hand as if he was awakened from his sleep. The glass fragments fell from his palm to the ground. With a jingle, Perska's body trembled and took several steps back until his back hit the wall. Then he raised his head and shouted at the woman lying at my feet.

I know he is calling his sister.

Persca's sister cried to Persca, and the brothers hugged each other and cried.

I looked at the sky and it was getting late.

"let's go."

Under my order, the team members took Perska and his sister and followed me No. 7 out of this foreign kiln.

When I came to the street, the night in this beach town was still very beautiful.

The salty and wet sea breeze blew towards us. Looking at the flickering neon lights on both sides of the street and the unique local buildings, the whole person's body and mind couldn't help but relax.

Soon, we found a hotel.

Although it is as prosperous as a metropolitan hotel, the hotels here also have a unique flavor.

Wooden pavilions and rockery pavilions are all available.

Through the palm forest, you can also see the seaside in the distance. Fishing boats from San San and San are distributed on the sea surface, and the fishing fires are brightly erected.

"It's like I'm on vacation..." After washing and bathing, I was wearing a bathrobe and sitting on a rattan chair on the pavilion, holding a local wine in one hand and a U-dished dish that was less than the thickness of my thumb in the other.

This U disk was given to me by a member of a domestic organization when I was at the Walves Mine.

They told me at that time.

As long as I plug this USB drive into the computer when there is an Internet connection, I can contact domestic organizations for a short time.

And the room I am in now is equipped with a home computer.

I tried it when I first moved in. The computer was useful and there was an Internet connection, but... I can't understand any of the texts displayed on it except the Internet icons.

I wonder if such a computer can be used to contact domestic organizations?

Do you want to try it?

I was playing with the U disk and was a little confused.

The rooms here are all made of wooden and have extremely poor sound insulation. No. 7 and several other team members live next door to me. If I try now, I may reveal the secret of my holding of a U disk if I accidentally... Although I understand the particularity of my person in the company.

Even if I secretly contacted a domestic organization, I would not be in danger of my life.

But once I didn't find out, I lost the opportunity to contact them.

You know, nowadays, I am controlled by the company, and my heart is installed with micro bombs, and it is difficult to get out of trouble in a short period of time. If I lose this U disk... Then the hope of my escape may become distant.

After weighing the pros and cons, I finally gave up this plan. After sighing, I hid the U disk, and then lay on the soft big bed, gradually falling asleep.

"He ran away! Damn!"

I don’t know how long it took, but in my sleep, I heard in a daze that someone was cursing.

When I opened my eyes, my room was still the same.

However, the rapid insulting sound outside the room became clearer in my ears. The strong American local atmosphere, coupled with his familiar voice, in just a moment, I concluded that the man who was swearing was Number 7.

What's going on?

I pulled the bathrobe over, wrapped it around, got up and got out of bed, and the moment I opened the wooden door, I saw a bloody corpse lying in the room opposite me.

The blood-stained clothing and gun piled up next to the corpse can be distinguished. This corpse is one of the few remaining members of us.

In the corner of the room, linguists shrank.

Half of his face was covered with blood, he held a pistol tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

After two steps into the room, I frowned immediately.

The window was wide open, and Persca's sister was sitting aside and crying, but Persca was gone.

"Where is that boy?"

"Run!"

No.7 cursed inwardly and punched the doorpost in a furious manner.

Run away?

I was stunned by this statement, how could I run away?

Could it be that boy is afraid that we will harm him?

But it shouldn't be! Judging from the deep feelings between the two brothers, even if Perska wants to escape, he will definitely bring his own sister with him... "Come here!"

After a brief thought, I rushed to the wall, grabbed the linguist's collar, pulled him up, lifted him up, and threw him hard beside Persca's sister.

"Where is that little guy?

What did he do?

!”

"Murder..." The linguist swallowed and stared at the corpse in the middle of the room.

Waste! Seeing his already scared look, I felt a little annoyed, snatched the gun from his hand and knocked the trigger into the sky.

Bang!                   A gunshot, the linguist shivered involuntarily when he heard this.
Chapter completed!