"return!"
The modifier's voice came through the communicator.
"Have you forgotten what was said at the meeting? We are not the main force, nor can we be the main force, to let the gang take action."
The witch remained unmoved: "With the King of Black Mist absent, have you considered that this might be our only chance to succeed in this mission?"
"Is success more important, or is life more important?"
"I don't know which is more important, but a life of failure is definitely not important."
"If you insist, I won't stop you, but I must remind you again that when the target is present, even over-specification equipment will be ineffective."
"The gun still works?"
"able."
"That's enough. Let's go." The witch beckoned to the enormous creature.
The enormous creature failed at hopscotch and accidentally stepped on the neck of a corpse. It was wiping its shoes on the chest of the female corpse.
"These feel great on my feet. I'm going to raise a bunch of Earthlings to shine my shoes." He was holding a small submachine gun like a Boy Scout.
The witch pushed open the door to the VIP room, just a crack, and the enormous creature threw in a white phosphorus bomb.
boom!
A surge of fury erupted, and just as she lunged toward the crack in the door, the witch slammed it shut.
Wait a while, but there is no notification that the task is complete.
"They ran away?" The two pushed open the door and entered, where a misty atmosphere of phosphorus pentoxide filled the room.
The raging fire burned everything, and upon seeing the two, it pounced like a hungry tiger. The flames, reaching a temperature of 1000°C and capable of burning through bones, were blocked by the inferior white armor.
Since they had not yet met the target, the monitor did not yet show any gold dots, and the two could only observe through their eyes.
"Here." The enormous creature pointed to a small room, which looked like a bedroom.
The witch was about to take a step forward when four red dots on the monitor suddenly approached rapidly, and in less than the blink of an eye, they were already standing behind them.
The witch and the enormous creature turned around and looked at the four people in front of them.
The Little Martial Saint, Indra, the Supreme True Demon, and the Knight stood outside the flames, watching the two with solemn expressions.
The witch chuckled softly and beckoned with her finger: "Come in."
The enormous creature, its arms wrapped in guns and its body engulfed in flames, calmly observed the four men.
The Supreme True Demon found it troublesome, as his human body, at its limit, simply could not withstand the flames before him.
The Little Martial Saint twisted his body on the spot and threw a powerful punch.
call!
The fierce fist blasted through the air, and the flames vaguely outlined the shape of a dragon.
"Bang!" The dragon-shaped flames struck the two men's faceplates, dissipating like smoke, leaving the white armor completely untouched by dust.
"Kill them first. Once we get the skills, the target will be ours for the taking," the witch sneered.
The enormous creature lowered its arms.
"Don't move," the knight leaned back. "I'm recording. The video will be sent to the mission target."
Even without seeing their faces, one could tell from their postures that the witch and the enormous creature were panicked.
"You cheat!" the behemoth roared. "Put down your phone and fight me fair and square!"
Indra was a burly man, but his smile was cunning: "Little brat, this is the adult world!"
"Who in the family understands this?!" Suddenly, a watermelon head with human eyes and a mouth appeared on the screen of the knight's phone, which was recording.
"What is this?" The knight was British and had never seen a watermelon head before.
He instinctively started fiddling with it.
"Macau online..."
"It's been hacked!" Little Martial Saint snatched the phone and smashed it on the spot.
"Hahahaha!" The behemoth burst into laughter, clutching its stomach. "Trying to fight me? You think you can fight me? A bunch of trash dares to challenge me? Modifier! Record this! They're doomed!"
boom!
One moment he was laughing, the next he had turned into a cannonball and blasted into the air.
The Supreme Demon stirred his hands in the air, and a millstone could be vaguely seen.
Whether it's a minor martial arts master, a supreme true demon, a knight, or Indra, they all honed their martial arts skills at the mortal level (below the level of human immortals), and were not skill-based players.
"Go!" Indra grabbed the Supreme True Demon.
The four men fled in a panic, not daring to fight back, fearing they would be recorded by airport cameras and sent directly to their target by the hacker.
The enormous creature, like a beast in heat, chased after four people, emitting a strange, hungry laugh.
The witch turned around and continued walking towards the small bedroom in the VIP room.
The door had been burned through, dripping as if it had melted. Without raising her arm, the witch simply stepped inside, strolling as if taking a leisurely walk.
It's not a lounge, it's an office. There are two computers and a massage chair inside.
There was no one there, and the window was open.
"The aircraft has found its target." Accompanied by the modifier's voice, a golden dot appeared on everyone's monitor.
The witch didn't chase after them, missing this opportunity to block the door. Now, the difficulty of killing the target without revealing their strength has increased significantly.
"When will the King of Black Mist arrive? I will hunt him down," the witch said.
"Having a recording makes you arrogant, huh?" came the Scarlet Demon Emperor's voice from the channel.
If he had thought of recording her back then, he could have simply recorded Li Qianxia's parkour from a distance and sent her to her death.
“Very interesting,” the modifier said with amusement. “The methods on this planet, combined with the requirements of this mission, offer many possibilities for development.”
"Then hurry up and give me the address of the King of Black Mist. Are you waiting for him to figure out a way to deal with the recording?" the witch said coldly.
“We’ve found them,” the modifier said. “They were masked.”
"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!"
A massive shout came from the channel: "What kind of player is a four-on-one fight? If you're so capable, try a one-on-one battle!"
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