The fiery red missile seemed to be burning, Tashigi's eyes widened, and a touch of horror emerged in her heart as she screamed, "Get out of the way!"
As soon as her voice fell, the ground of the playground puffed, gravel and gravel surged from the center like a rolling wave, and then suddenly fell down. The ground rumbled, and a three-meter-high hole was blasted in front of the administrative building, and the splashing gravel and rotten flesh buried the ground.
In the rolling smoke, a sneaky figure came over close to the wall, and his palm touched the neck of a groaning Marine on the ground, and immediately broke the neck of the other party. At the same time, his cheeks strangely changed into the other party's face, and at the same time, the Marine uniform on his body was stained with blood from the explosion. He staggered towards the administrative building, and the figure quickly turned into the corridor and walked towards the escalator on the second floor.
"Which room could it be?"
Von Kray stuck close to the walls of the corridor as he walked quickly. He broke the handles of the locked doors and opened them one by one. He looked inside and searched for the person he was looking for.
He groped very quickly, and soon searched a floor and continued to go upstairs. About 10 minutes later, he stood at a door and suddenly stopped, then turned his head sharply and looked back.
There was no one in the corridor behind him. The dimly lit bowl lamp above him shone on the walls that had been in disrepair for a long time. There were also some traces of freshly painted paint, but there was no one.
"Why do I feel like someone is watching me from behind? Is it an illusion? " Von Kray shook his head and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, a series of muffled coughs came from a door in the corridor.
"It's so chaotic outside. The only person who's still in the building is …" Von Kelvin tiptoed closer to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it gently. The sound of the door being locked was crisp. The door was locked from the inside.
The voice inside the door suddenly disappeared, and there was dead silence. Von Kray put his head on the door, and he could vaguely hear a muffled breathing and the sound of some kind of metal chain being pulled, and the sound was slightly sharp.
"Who's outside?" A cold female voice came from the door.
"The base was attacked, and Colonel Smoker asked me to come over and transfer the position of the prisoner to a safer position!" Von Kray replied tentatively.
"Wait a minute!" the voice inside said, followed by the sound of the door lock being turned.
Von Kray's pupils constricted slightly. He released the hand that was about to break the door lock and stood up straight. His eyes were fixed on the slowly opening gap of the door. Then, a dark 50 centimeters long dagger fiercely pierced through the gap. Von Kray's head jerked to the side. Then, he lifted his foot like lightning and accurately kicked the blade of the dagger. At the same time, his body returned to its original appearance the moment he launched the attack.
She was dressed in an exaggerated swan ballet dress and dancing shoes. Her face was covered in foundation, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a seductive arc. Her voice was neither feminine nor feminine, and it gave people goosebumps. "Aiyo, I've been discovered. How troublesome."
Clang! The spinning dagger was kicked out of her hand and nailed to the ceiling. The sawtooth of the chain that looked like a peacock's feather was reflected in Von Kray's eyes. Then, a frosty expression appeared on her beautiful face. Vivian's feet spun as she controlled the blade with her pinky finger and silently cut the door in half. Then, she twisted and coiled the dagger around Von Kray's neck.
"Why is such a beautiful face so murderous?" Von Kray was startled. He patted his beating heart with one hand and moved his feet in a strange dance. He suddenly disappeared in front of Vivian and reappeared in front of her in the next moment. At the same time, he lashed out with his leg like a whip and broke through the air.
"He's good at disguising and imitating. He's Mr. 2, the senior agent of the Baroque Studio!" Vivian's heart skipped a beat. She was still too weak to be Von Kray's opponent. She could only see the shadow of a whip from the corner of her eye, and she had no time to dodge. She could only clench her teeth and tilt her head at the last moment.
"What's that?"
Von Kray's pupils suddenly contracted. His leg whip was suddenly pulled back uncontrollably. The back of his leg that was supposed to smash Vivian's head into pieces strangely changed direction by an inch. The sharp wind brushed past the back of Vivian's head, and then she smashed into the wall beside her, shattering it.
Vivian's vision suddenly turned black, and her body fell straight to the ground. She was no longer moving.
Inside the room, Daz Bonis' face was deathly pale. The Seastone handcuffs on his hands made him lose all his strength. He looked at Von Kray and didn't have time to show any expression on his face. In the next moment, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle. His sharp eyes looked towards the corridor outside.
"There's someone else!"
Von Kray lowered his head and looked at his trousers. He didn't know when his trousers had been cut, but there was a wound on his calf. A few drops of blood seeped through the cut skin. He reached out to touch his calf, and his fingertips pulled out a broken black thread. It was only as thick as a strand of hair, and looked extremely inconspicuous in the dim light.
A black thread was probably torn off by the force of his kick, but strangely, it was still trembling and twitching at his fingertips like a living thing. Strangely, Feng Kray felt a chill run down his spine. "It wasn't my imagination. Someone was staring at me from behind. It's this guy!"
At the end of the corridor, a dark figure walked out from the corner of the escalator. Because it was too dark, it seemed to have swallowed the dim light around it, and it seemed to have merged with the shadows at the bottom of the wall. Now that it moved, it gave people the feeling that it was pulled out from the shadows. It was extremely terrifying.
"Who are you?" Von Kray subconsciously took a step back and asked cautiously.
"It's you. Didn't you die?" Instead, it was the chained Daz Bonis who looked at Von Kray as if he had seen a ghost. "This guy is Yarlin, but he should have been killed by the president!"
"The news is a bit outdated!" Yarlin had one hand in his trousers pocket, and the other hand was held flat in front of his chest. There were cold black threads surging on his fingertips, like a black lotus blooming silently. He said faintly, "I did die, and now I'm back from hell!"
"This is a trap you set?!" Feng Kray suddenly realized something, and he had a bad feeling about this. He had originally planned to save Daz Bonis and bring him back to the workshop, but now that he thought about it, this plan was going to be ruined. So, he could only change it to smashing Daz Bonis' head with a kick.
"No, this is a trap that Smoker designed for Sand Crocodile. To be honest, I have no interest in small fries like you. What I want to do is to add some firewood to Smoker's design, so that he can burn more vigorously." Yarlin tapped his foot lightly, and in the next instant, he suddenly appeared beside Daz Bonis. His palm was like a steel clamp, and he grabbed Von Kray's ankle that was about to kick him. The tip of his foot that was as taut as a knife was only one centimeter away from Daz Bonis' eyes.
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