The clown said without hesitation: "I missed my mother, so I followed her."
Bu Tiange asked again: "Who told you I was here?"
"No one told me." Clown Eight frowned, nodded his lips and thought for a while, then said, "I just feel that you are here, Mom."
A scream came from behind the door.
The clowns looked at the door curiously, hoping to see what was inside.
Bu Tiange blocked his view with his body, patted his back and said, "Go back."
On the way back to the villa, she asked the system: "What's going on?"
The system said: "This little zombie's ability is prophecy..."
Bu Tiange paused.
"Don't get excited, wait for me to finish." The system chuckled, "But he's still in the unconscious stage and can only see what's about to happen."
Bu Tiange silently held the gun at his waist.
System: "Hmm, calm down. Using force against the system will result in a loss of merit points."
System: "Also, your cruel actions against the designated characters [Xu Xiuyuan] and [Xia Ying] have seriously affected your mission rating. Please correct your mistakes as soon as you realize them."
Correct your mistakes as soon as you know them?
It seems we need to increase our efforts.
Bu Tiange gave a meaningful smile.
"Okay, I will."
Late night. Hotel.
The luxuriously decorated presidential suite was in a mess. Xia Ying sat on the edge of the bed with her hands covering her hands.
The wound on the broken little finger was roughly bandaged with a strip of cloth, and a dark red blood scab had formed.
"Who sent you?"
A female voice sounded out of nowhere, stirring up ripples in the heavy air.
Xia Ying was suddenly startled: "Who?"
"It's me."
Bu Tiange closed the door lightly, his eyes indifferent, "Miss Xia, I came to see you."
Xia Ying warned coldly: "What you did is illegal. I urge you to surrender to the law as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Bu Tiange couldn't help but laugh, "Miss Xia, isn't it a bit too idealistic to talk about etiquette in this cannibalistic world?"
The majority of people without special abilities are trampled underfoot, their identities are stripped away through laws and regulations, and they are turned into refugees.
These so-called superiors are not even idealists, they are just stupid and evil.
"I don't allow you to violate the laws of the base!" Xia Ying's pretty face turned red with anger.
Bu Tiange restrained his expression, his dark pupils fixed on the severed little finger.
"Only one finger?"
She sighed, "Chen Fan is still too kind to you. He didn't teach you how to talk to me."
"He's not Chen Fan!" Xia Ying interrupted her rudely, "He's not Chen Fan at all."
"I suppose now is not the time to discuss who he is?"
Bu Tiange lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his voice gradually became lower and slower.
"Who ordered you to kill Shen Fan?"
Xia Ying closed her eyes tightly, not daring to meet her gaze.
The sound of breathing fell in my ears, and the charming voice broke through my heart and went deep into my soul.
"Miss Xia, you are too naive." The voice laughed arrogantly and said, "Tell me, who informed the North?"
Xia Ying tried to bite her lower lip, but words poured out uncontrollably from between her lips and teeth.
In the end, contrary to her wishes, she spilled the beans.
"It was Zhao Yan. He used the Seventh Base's communication channel to ask for help from the north. I was the one who spoke to him."
The sudden deaths of former accomplices one after another made the suspicious Zhao Yan wary.
Unfortunately, even though he was careful and hid in the inner area in the name of maintaining the base, he still couldn't escape death.
Bu Tiange curled his lips into a smile and then asked, "Why did you choose to believe him?"
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