Before the few people who were following Ivan walked out of the building, through the glass door, they saw this scene, shredded flesh and bones splashed everywhere, surrounding the person's body, blooming a bright red blood flower, cruel and beautiful.

"Old... Boss, this is what you said about the aristocratic young master who lost his temper and left the house? The little attendant looked pale and looked at his boss in great panic.

"Stupid, there are so many noble enemies, and the noble descendants have a temper and leave the house, so naturally the enemies will follow to take revenge." The little leader held the doorknob with both hands, and the whole person bent down and said.

"Yes... Is that so? Bo Fat looked at his boss with a suspicious expression, and it was obvious that I read less, boss, don't lie to me, and the expression of the other attendant was similar.

The suspicious eyes of the two younger brothers made the little boss panic.

'Bang' 'Bang'

"It hurts." The two younger brothers rubbed their heads and whispered.

In the face of the younger brother's doubts, as the boss's little leader, he very kindly rewarded his two younger brothers for their brains that symbolized friendship.

"Look at it well, don't lose it." The little leader changed the subject very wittily, and the three of them continued to lie on the edge of the glass door, watching what had happened.

At this time, on the pedestrian street, because of the death of a certain dragon, people all scattered and fled, for fear of being affected, and the street, which was originally crowded with people and emitted the sour smell of love, was extremely deserted and became wide in an instant.

With a muffled sound, the corpses that had lost their heads fell, and the wind blew, rolling up some scraps of paper on the ground, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

"Qia Qia, little ghost, your life and the hunter's license, I'll accept it, and report to hell after death, just report the name of Uncle Ben [Night Stalker], Qia Qia Qia!!" A voice came from all directions, making it impossible to tell the direction.

"On the top of the third floor, the one who is lying on his stomach with a sniper rifle at this time, no one said that your laughter is ugly? By the way, the lying position is also ugly! Ivan complained helplessly.

Such a posture is very ruining the image of the killer.

"Poof!"

Ivan's complaining, as well as the ugly laughter that stopped abruptly, was quite a joyful scene, which made many killers hiding in the shadows can't help laughing.

In the past, they might have been extremely cautious, but the target in front of them did not give them any sense of pressure at all, perhaps they recognized Ivan as a harmless guy to humans and animals, and these guys were unscrupulous.

This is the strange ability of the immortal's body, and the breath that appears on the body, if it is not deliberately leaked, under normal circumstances, it will definitely not make people hostile, or pay attention.

After all, few people in this world will be wary of a drop of rain or a stone, unless it is an extremely sensitive talent, or a strong person who is strong enough to a certain realm, can perceive Ivan's specialness.

If you pay attention to it, I'm afraid it will scare you into a cold sweat, as if you are a character who blends into the space, and with a little thought, you can understand that it is definitely not a simple character.

Obviously, the first killers to come were not very strong, and they didn't notice why Ivan knew where the night owl was, and what position he was lying in.

Even before Ivan, who looked at the death of the person in front of him without changing his face, was regarded by them as being scared stupid.

Subconsciously thought of Ivan as an ordinary person, which was a very fatal thing, but no one realized that something was wrong, it was very weird.

"Imp, go die." The night stalker loses his usual composure and pulls the trigger directly.

As a killer, he should have hid in the shadows, like a poisonous snake hunting, until the target revealed a flaw and killed with one blow, but today he completely lost his temper.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two faint sounds rang out, and two bullets shot out of the trajectory, extremely fast, and in an instant, they reached the front of Ivan, almost killing him.

"Boom!" A spark flashed, sticking to Ivan's face, and the two bullets collided together, turning into stray bullets and ejecting out.

At the moment when the night owl made a move, the other person also made a move, he was not the only one who came here, the others were also staring at Ivan's head, the weak wanted to get 10,000 gold coins, and the stronger ones naturally hoped to get 100,000 gold coins.

The second gunshot rang out, and it was naturally the group of people who hoped to get more money.

"Gollum..."

The three people who were hiding behind and peeking at the back swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a bullet hole appeared in the glass above them, and the bullet for sniping was embedded in the wall, if they had stood up just now, I am afraid that the bullet would have been embedded in their body.

"Boss, let's go, it's good to be an idol." The little attendant spoke.

At this moment, he is afraid, the mission goal is no longer important, even if he does not complete the task, it doesn't matter if he has to endure the great terror between life and death, it is important to save his life, and his predecessors seem to be okay when they are idols, maybe they can switch genders, they can open the door to a new world and break out of a new world.

"Yes, yes, boss, be an idol... It's ok too. The fat man also nodded hurriedly.

"But... But when idols want to be able to dance, I can't. The little boss said with a desperate look on his face, "An idol that can't dance is not a perfect idol."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hotel was solemn, and the other two were also stunned, they had been thinking about how to save their lives just now, they forgot, they couldn't dance like the boss, and the singing was ugly, so how could they become high-quality idols? The three of them were silent for a long time.

"His life, our [Flamingo Hunting Regiment] reserve team, the eleventh squad wants it, don't want anyone else." Another man shouted.

As soon as the man spoke, the other killers hiding in the shadows were silent, as if they were thinking about something.

The guys in the dark realm know more or less about the background of some flamingo hunting groups, and on the Great Passage, a slave hunting group under a certain king's Seven Martial Seas specializes in dealing with the dirty affairs of human trade.

Although I didn't expect such a group of people to appear here, but now that I have met, I am afraid that even if I get 10,000 or 100,000 gold coins, I will not have a life flower.

At this time, Ivan's life seemed to them like a piece of meat on the board, and all they needed to do was decide who would take the piece of meat, and the powerful guy was the first to stand up and declare ownership.

"You guys seem to take yourself too seriously." Ivan grinned.

As soon as he stepped out, countless flames ignited around him, in the sunlight, pale white, slightly beating, and from a distance, the scorching heat completely distorted the air around him.

In an instant, all the killers, including the three people in the hotel, were stunned.

"It's going to be a loss."

Another step out, in an instant, a lot of flames were lit around the pedestrian street, and after a few seconds, they were all extinguished, leaving only a pile of black ash and white or blue cards on the scene.

"You can't dance, you can learn, the path of idols, but sweat and glory coexist, come on." After leaving the words, Ivan left, leaving only the three people in the hotel.

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