Another man in black followed up, saying, "If you stay here, it will also be a huge danger to the residents of this building."
"Follow us to a special shelter. It will be good for us, for you, and for the innocent people as well."
Qin Nuo pretended to be serious and finally nodded: "Okay."
"I've known the neighbors here for more than ten years, and I really don't want to bring trouble to them."
This is the first reason. The second reason is that if Qin Nuo wants to interfere with the horror domain and these overseas players, he can only follow their wishes and enter their territory.
It remains a mystery whether the thief was looking for him or the blood-eyed ghost.
The man in black was a little surprised that Qin Nuo agreed so easily. He thought that after all, he was just a child who had not experienced much of the world, and the problem could be solved as long as the innocent residents were moved out.
Ling Feng, who was standing by, noticed the important point and asked, "So, I don't need to take over this job now?"
The man in black nodded: "You can rest for two days and follow the organization's other arrangements."
"This is absolutely fantastic. Well, I've had enough of this chore!"
Ling Feng immediately showed joy, but soon realized that this reaction was impolite. He coughed twice and said seriously: "What I mean is that the organization's arrangements are always correct."
Qin Nuo said, "Brother Ling, although we've only been together for a day, I think you're easy to get along with. How about I apply to keep you by my side?"
Ling Feng remained calm: "Please don't cause trouble to the organization because of me."
But his eyes seemed to be saying, please be a human being?
The man in black looked at Qin Nuo and said, "Are you planning to leave now or tomorrow?"
It can be seen that they are still trying their best to give Qin Nuo freedom and not let him feel that the Central Bureau is seriously interfering in his life.
"It's so late, you should catch up on some sleep and talk about it after dawn."
The man in black had no objection and said he would come back tomorrow before leaving the room. But it was obvious that they would all be on duty downstairs tonight to keep an eye on the situation.
After Ling Feng left, Qin Nuo returned to the room and lay down.
He asked the Blood Eye Ghost, "Brother Blood, do you know that thief?"
Blood Eye Ghost: "So weak, I didn't know this little ant before."
Qin Nuo listened to it and didn't ask any more questions. He gradually fell asleep...
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A jeep slowly drove into the narrow alley.
Two figures got out of the car, their leather shoes stepping on the dirty, wet, bumpy concrete road.
One had purple eyes, and the other had disheveled hair and drooping eyes, giving him the degenerate look of an overdrawn drug addict.
A dirty rat was crawling on the water pipe, staring at the two people who walked in. Just as it was about to crawl into the sewer, a hand suddenly grabbed it and pinched it.
The corrupt man stared at the mouse with an obsessive look in his eyes, bit it, tore it apart, and blood sprayed on his hands.
The purple-eyed man on the side looked at him with a hint of disgust in his eyes: "George, please behave like a normal person, you are not a beast!"
George's rotten face showed a trace of madness, and he said, "I really want to drink fresh blood. How long will it take before I can enjoy it to my heart's content?"
"In my kingdom, they allow me to kill anyone in order to get what they want from me. They are like pets, placed in front of me, for me to choose and enjoy as I please!"
"Mihawk, can you bear such a boring life?"
Mihawk's eyes twitched twice, and he spoke gloomily: "This is China, not your corrupt little country. If you act recklessly, you will ruin all our good things."
"Or do you want the leader to twist your ugly head off?"
"You rely on the ghost in your body, do you think no one can kill you?"
When George heard the leader's words, his eyes revealed obvious panic. He dropped the mouse in his hand and said hoarsely, "Let's go."
Mihawk stared at George, who was covered in dirt, and felt very uncomfortable. If there was no organization, he would leave without hesitation, or even pull out the ghost in George's body and kill him.
He has a bit of a mysophobia and can't stand dirty people!
In his eyes, the cleanest thing is not a spotless environment or a perfectly white body, but an organ that has just been removed from the body.
It was bloody and full of vitality, and the hot blood was as pure as pure water.
Walk through the alley and enter a building.
Inside the house, everything is neatly arranged.
In the living room, the owner's family of three sat on the sofa, with the news playing on TV. Nothing seemed unusual.
But upon closer inspection, the family of three had become weathered mummies, their hair falling off in the breeze and floating on the ground.
At the other side of the dining table, sat a man in a suit and tie, with a neat scarf around his neck, enjoying the steak on his plate.
Cut it with a knife and fork, causing blood to flow out. Put it in your mouth, chew it slowly, and when swallowing, take a deep breath, with an expression that shows great enjoyment.
The door opened and Mihawk and George entered.
The man in the suit ate the steak on his plate without looking at it. He asked, "Why are only the two of you back?"
"They're dead."
"Monkey, including those two ghosts, there are powerful players in that building."
"We wanted to go in and help, but we found out that the Central Bureau guys had arrived, so we came back," Mihawk said.
He was not afraid of the several members of the Central Bureau in the car at that time. His ghost eyes could see through their strength, and he could take off their heads within two minutes.
But there were clear regulations for previous actions.
This is not a special operation and cannot conflict with members of the Central Bureau.
The man in the suit swallowed the meat in his mouth, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and glanced at the two of them calmly: "Monkey, help us find the target."
When Mihawk and the other two heard this, their faces were stunned, and then they revealed a strong gleam of wisdom.
"Is it accurate?"
The man in the suit said calmly: "The baby ghost in him ate a piece of my flesh and one of my eyes in exchange."
"With that eye, I see clearly."
"The eye on the arm is as red as blood. It's very beautiful."
The two listened with excitement on their faces.
George's face trembled, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth with excitement: "Can I finally drink the blood of living people to my heart's content?"
The man in the suit put down his cutlery, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, wiped his hands, threw it aside, raised his head and smiled.
"That's right, we can now take full action here."
"Focus on your target, and eliminate all those who are in the way. Kill them to your heart's content!"
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