Perhaps because of the cameras, or because of the confidence in the secrecy of the headquarters, the entire seventeenth-floor corridor was not as heavily guarded as expected. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Griffith thought for a moment, then figured out the joints.

First of all, this small floor, as one of the many temporary strongholds of the Beginning of the Dark Thorn, is not an indispensable existence for the organization, and it is more likely that it still exists today, and the location that will be dismissed after the mission is completed, naturally there is no time to accumulate for further strict secrecy.

Secondly, as a temporary base, there is not much important information in the floor, and it is obviously a waste to waste valuable manpower to guard here.

Ji Qing, who was captured this time and could be helpful in the pursuit of Galen, may be considered a good resource, and it may be a good resource to bring her to the stronghold to 'tighten' it.

But these peripheral mercenaries also knew in their hearts that the so-called 'it may be helpful in the pursuit of Galen' is that some of them may not be helpful. And what kind of man Galen is the Hidden King, no one knows better than them, that man is ruthless, and he doesn't even let go of himself, counting on a little girl who has known him for a short time to threaten him to surrender, which is really like rehearsing a reversal play.

However, the killer always starts from the details, and the preparation in advance and the accumulation of details will not waste time regardless of the possibility, which is better than the lack of hole cards at a critical time to fill in with human lives.

After knocking the two goalkeepers unconscious, Griffith took off the clothes of one of the fainting men and put them on himself, the man had an identity tag, his name was Barrumbus, his complexion was a bronze gray of the desert area, and his stature was quite similar to that of the Great Demon, only stronger.

Wearing a mask made of handsome skin, Griffith's bones trembled all over his body, and in three or four seconds, he had the full appearance of the man named Babulon.

When all this was done, Griffith disposed of the fainting body, and he actually pushed the person to the top of the elevator, and with a 'bang', the person fell into the dark elevator slide, and with the pleasant electronic synthesis sound coming from the elevator, it moved back and forth between the first and twenty floors.

Griffith, dressed in a dark uniform, walked deeper into the hallway, the cameras shooting at the demon along the way, and he walked forward skilfully and naturally, and then greeted the two mercenaries who greeted him.

"Hey, Babulon, weren't you in charge of guarding today, how did you get here?" At the crossing of the T-shaped corridor, a black man of thirty-five or sixteen years old wearing the same uniform spotted the figure of the Great Demon trotting over, and he appeared to be standing guard with a light machine gun in his arms.

Griffith hugged the visitor, and the two patted each other on the shoulder, and Griffith hammered each other's chests with a little affection.

"Dear, forehead ......" The fingers of the big demon's empty right hand inadvertently bent inward and gently squirmed and caressed, and in his palm was lying quietly a rectangular slender hard plastic strip, which was the identity tag that the opposite person should have hidden on the chest of his underwear to identify each other, and in the short time that the two limbs touched each other, it actually changed owners.

"Uh...... Kafi, wow, dear Kafi, it's a pleasure to see you again.

Oh, you just asked me why I'm here...... Ha, why are you here, that's a long story...... You know the character of that bastard in Tari, it's really reminiscent of sewer gangrene, difficult and disgusting. How could Lao Tzu agree to bet on him, damn it, he's too cunning......"

Seeing his companion fall under the vicious curse of broken thoughts, the mercenary named Kafei shrugged, and he understood that the relationship between Babron and his partner Kafei was indeed strange. But in the mercenary industry, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no tomorrow in this life, and there are people who are drunk and dreaming of death, same-sex partners who depend on each other, love and kill each other.

As far as Caffi knew, Tari was indeed obsessed with gambling, and most of his mercenary career had been wasted on this, once slashing his upper arm and turning up his skin in order to practice the legendary 'unique' Tibetan card trick.

In addition, his right hand is slightly rough and discolored because of the long-term fiddling with a gambling equipment made of cool and dry wood, which has a relatively small group of hobbies in the middle and upper class, but the personal skills of the gamblers are quite high, and it needs to be maintained and adapted to a good feel for a long time. As a result, the gambling equipment that you carry with you in order to maintain the feel of the hand came into being.

It is because of his habitual fiddling and fascination with this gambling equipment for a long time that Tari has caused the discoloration of his right hand and the rough texture of certain parts, similar to all people who are addicted to gambling, Mr. Tari is highly skilled and has a strange personality.

When his friend Pablon talked about gambling, Kafei rolled his eyes quietly. He looked at Pabloon's mad look, and thought to himself that Tari must have tricked poor little Pabron into gambling and letting him do something angry after winning him.

Caffy was not a gossiper, and his friend, Mr. Bablon, seemed to be insensitive to his own ordeal, and did not seem to be willing to talk about it.

The two hugged again, and Griffith took the opportunity to put Kafei's ID card back on each other, and after the two said goodbye, the big demon continued to walk forward, going deeper.

The pale silver light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the smell of auspicious virginity and the smell of wet sweat seemed to reach the edge of the taste buds, and could almost be touched with his tongue. The big demon licked his lips, and unconsciously became infatuated with the smell that permeated his life after rebirth.

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In the wide seventeenth-story corridor.

"We had two contacts with Rush and roughly determined the opponent's range of movement, and Kwon Jichi's man was there, and his range of motion was limited here, here, and here......"

The man's voice came from the depths of the corridor, and the warm air flow surged from the footsteps of 'stepping, stepping, stepping', and the man with the katana at his waist slowly walked over with his head bowed.

The knife is also a killing weapon, and the long knife on the man's waist is called Kunisun Onimaru, which is a very famous thing in the underground world, so it is not out of the scabbard, and it is still cold.

"Your Excellency Second Order Liuya, this is a summary of our information during this time......"

Another man next to him was whispering to him about the situation, and the man who was whispered as 'Second Order Liuya' was holding a roll of A4 paper printouts in his hand, and he was listening as he walked with a blank expression.

This debriefing seemed to go on for a long time, the sound coming intermittently from the end of the hallway, and then passing a heavy sergeant with dark and yellow skin. The sergeant was probably the old man among the mercenaries of the Beginning of the Thorns, and the military discipline was not bad, and the first time he saw the clothes of the two commanders, he adjusted his posture, saluted the military at the right distance, and got out of the way.

The man who was explaining beside the Second Order Ryuya raised his eyes, quickly lowered his mouth, and continued to talk about the information he had gathered.

The man with the long knife at his waist glanced up, the lines on his face were naturally serious and indifferent, and the other party held his chest and saluted the military salute, and the eyes of the two sides met for a moment, and his body was staggered.

The low crunch of leather shoes on the bottom plate faded away, and the dark-skinned sergeant stood still for a moment with his palms in salute, and then walked inward.

The deep male voice of the report went farther and farther in the quiet corridor, and in this empty environment, there seemed to be an echo rippling back. The man with the long knife hanging between his waist and hips still walked forward silently with his head down, the body of the Kunisuna Onimaru was slender, almost dragging to the ground, and the man subconsciously pressed the handle of the knife with the sleeve of his right hand.

For a moment, he suddenly raised his head, and the man next to him was still whispering information in his ear, sounding like he was talking about some very detailed numerical problems, but the footsteps of the second-order flow stopped in vain.

The indifferent face of the second order Ryuya was hard and deformed, and the lips were cracked, finally forming a playful shape.

"Cunning fellow."

……

Three or four men with loaded guns and ammunition scurried down the hallway, the man who had previously reported information to the side of the Second Order Ryuya, known as the executive officer of the army, commanding the mercenaries of the improvised organization to advance forward.

The camera on the road near the bottom end was broken in advance, and several people covered each other in the corner between the corridors and the corridors, and soon arrived at the room where the hostages were held, Jiqing.

Not surprisingly, the hostage Jiqing had been taken away, and the mercenary guarding her fell next to her desk.

The hostage room's desks, chairs, books, and windows were messy, and paper was flying in the open windows. The executive walked to the window in three steps and two steps, and at the edge of the window, a slender vertical downward hemp rope extended straight to the fifteenth floor.

Extending his body out of the window and looking down, the fifteenth floor of the glass window had been kicked to pieces, and from the shattered glass and the faint reflection of the light rushing out of the window, the executive seemed to see that the family on the fifteenth floor was wandering in a panic because of the change.

"Damn, they're running away."

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The elevator stopped on the negative floor, and opened with a 'ding' sound, revealing a tall sturdy man and a thin girl in her twenties.

Griffith walked out of the elevator with Jiqing on his back and turned right, the woman on his back seemed to have been injected with some kind of drug, her whole body was weak and weak, and she didn't seem to be in a good mental state. It is foreseeable that if there is no one to help her, the woman will definitely collapse to the ground like dirt.

The basement floor is actually the location of the entire attic parking lot, the big demon is carrying auspicious and walking forward steadily, in the swaying and bumpy footsteps, the woman's eyes are half open and half closed, her small head rests on the big demon's shoulder, exhaling like an orchid.

The big demon, with a majestic and dark body and a face like that of a man in the desert, walked up to a pink sedan and reached out and stroked the door of the sedan a few times.

With a crunch, the air-spring-fitted sedan door popped open, and Griffith placed Jiqing in the right-hand seat in front of him and fastened his seatbelt. He rubbed his body into the car and pulled the handbrake to activate the car.

The sensor was brushed in the air, the lifting pole of the underground garage was raised, the roller shutter door of the security was raised, Griffith turned on the headlights, and the engine roared low. And while everything was developing, in that bleak environment, the light rising from the roller shutter door poured in, and the slender dark reflection of a man spread out from the feet of the man by the door directly to the front of the car.

It was a stiff man in uniform with a sword at his waist, and his name was Nikai Ryuya.

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The light from the front of the car poured out in the quiet and empty basement, and the man sitting in the cab tilted his head, finally opened the door again and walked out.

His lips quirmed, as if to say, 'so fast,' but there was no particular consternation on his face.

The man blocking the garage door drew his knife from the backlight, his face unrecognizable in the light, as if it were a wriggling darkness. Then the man walked over with a knife in his hand, and as he went, his voice echoing through the light in the basement, in an unconventional accent spoken in Mandarin.

"Why don't you show your true face, have the warriors of Huaguo fallen to the point of hiding their heads and showing their tails?"

The second-order Liuzai voice is one word at a time, and the interval between words is very long, so it sounds like the words are intentional and sonorous.

In the footsteps of the second-order streamers, Griffith also walked forward.

But his steps were relatively slow, and the second-order Liuya's pace quickened as his words flowed, turning from walking to trotting, and his speed remained unabated, as if he was accumulating an unstoppable grandeur that was intensifying.

At the same time, the demon's face was gradually melting, and his body twisted and deformed in the crunch of bones, as if it was becoming thinner and elongated, and then suddenly transformed into another person.

"Inconsequential minions, get out of the way......"

Two men fiercely walked in the narrow basement runway, their bodies colliding together on a slope at a twenty-six degree angle. The second order Ryuya jumped up with his legs bent in the air, and he held the knife, and the streamer flowed from the tip of Kunisuna's onimaru through the blade of the blade.

The cold moonlight carved into a poignant background behind the man's bent bow, and he held the back of the knife with his left hand, which seemed to hold a curved blade forged by the moonlight.

Jump Slash!

The sword light floats and sweeps, and it is unstoppable. With the acceleration of the slope's terrain and the bonus of the jump, the famous sword onimaru was slashed by the second-order streamer, and the wind, air, and dim streamer were swayed by the blade, shattering into pieces.

The sword light struck the figure, and the slender and handsome man suddenly shattered the sleeves of his shirt. At the origin of the intersection of the long knife onimaru and the human body, a twisted wind was winding up the arm of the great demon.

The huge agitation shook between the upper and lower human bodies, and the ring on the middle finger of Griffith's left hand squirmed densely, wrapping around his left arm, forming a dense layer of dark and fine shell, which was carried on the edge of the long knife onimaru, and sparks splashed everywhere.