Fang Ming walked around the manor on the magic sword and cleared out the mutating bugs hiding in the corners of the manor.
How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?
These little guys pose no threat to him, but if they suddenly attack Chen Yuan and the others, who would he turn to for justice?
After dealing with the small bugs, we must not let the big bugs go.
Fang Ming stopped at the courtyard of Tianquan Villa, walked to the basement on the first floor below, and stood in front of the metal door of the safe house again.
He looked at the camera in the corner and waved gently.
"Hey, hey, can you open the door?"
He had originally planned to play dead inside, but he didn't expect a rustling sound of electricity to be heard and a strange middle-ear voice came from the camera.
"Come on, wait a minute, we can talk."
Fang Ming smiled even more happily, "We can talk, but you need to show your sincerity first, like opening the door first?"
"Why not? I am happy to serve you, including the supplies here. As long as you are willing, I am willing to provide...ah!"
The pretentious man wanted to brag a little more, but suddenly a scream was heard, followed by a commotion.
"Jilka! What are you doing? Let me go! You're going to kill us! There's an old Chinese saying that goes 'Xixi is misunderstood as ..."
"Pooh!" Apparently the person speaking inside had changed, and his voice was noticeably more aggressive.
"Listen, you yellow-skinned guy out there!"
"That French guy is out of his mind, but I am fine. You guys are the ones who say one thing and do another. Do you want to trick us into opening the door? Forget it!"
"I will stay in there until the end of time. I'm not afraid to tell you that the supplies here are enough for us to eat for thirty years. If you have the ability, you can stay outside for thirty years!"
"But you'd better sleep with one eye open at night. You never know if I'll get in a bad mood one night and stab you twice, haha..."
The black man inside was laughing wildly and was about to continue humiliating her, but suddenly he heard the sound of gears creaking.
This familiar voice instantly sent chills down his spine, and he rushed to the compartment of the iron door opening and closing device and yelled,
"Who told you to open the door! That madman will kill us all! Close the door! Close the door!!!"
The two mercenaries on guard were stunned, "We didn't open it?"
As they said this, they immediately pulled the push rod to close the door, but the huge sound of gears meshing continued.
The mercenaries in the entire safe house fell into a huge panic. The birdsong continued one after another, but they were still well-trained and equipped with equipment. They watched the heavy door open a crack.
"Damn it! Damn it! What kind of Eastern evil magic is this!?"
The black man Jirka stared at the slowly opening door. Cold sweat gradually seeped out of his palms and he could even hear the pounding sound of his heartbeat.
When the door finally opened an inch, he could no longer bear the pressure and fired the first shot. The other mercenaries immediately pulled the trigger when they heard the sound.
The safe house was ablaze with flames. The fierce gunfire woke up the drunkard in the corner, who looked around blankly.
The smoke cleared and the black man stared outside nervously, only to find that there was no one in front of him, only densely packed bullet craters on the ground.
A hand gently rested on his shoulder, as if to soothe his tense body. A strange male voice sounded beside him, causing his body to freeze.
"Honestly, niggers, you have a terrible reputation in our country, and now it seems that the stereotypes make sense."
"Eat slowly, don't let him die so quickly."
A fat tail suddenly jumped out of the shadows and dragged the black man into the shadows.
He looked back at his teammates in horror and found that their own shadows were covering their mouths and noses, and dragging them into the shadows little by little.
Severe pain came from all over his body, as if he was soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid. The corrosive pain made him want to cry out, beg for mercy, and kneel down...
But no sound came out of his throat, his vision slowly faded, and only the severe pain kept him conscious.
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