Chapter 68: Shadows

Brain collapse.

The sound of cracking bones still echoed in my ears, and the flames had already ignited.

The flames engulfed the overwhelmed demons.

The traveler walked on his feet, only the red figure flying down from the sky, reaching out his claws, grabbed the props that shimmered green on the ground.

When the red figure flew high into the sky again, the outskirts of the night quickly returned to tranquility.

All that was left was some suspicious evil spirits trembling in the distance.

As for the geyers attached to the evil spirits?

I was already prostrate on the ground and didn't dare to look up.

……

The sun rises as usual every morning.

The warmth of the sun dispels the cold of the night and brings light to the world.

The hardest working people in Yancheng have already gotten up to work.

However, it should definitely not include Carey and Clay.

As characters who have been in the limelight in Yancheng, Carey and Clay, who have long prepared a way back for themselves, even if they leave 'Ethan. Hunter', can still live a very moist life.

Even in a sense, without the boss at the top, the two should live more satisfactorily.

But judging from the sad faces of the two, this was not the case.

In a secluded room somewhere, the two sat face to face in silence.

The silence had been going on for quite some time, and the two of them were smoking cigarette after cigarette cigarette, and the ashtray on the table was already stuffed with cigarette butts, but the two were clearly ready to continue.

After going on for nearly ten minutes, Clay, who had an impatient personality, couldn't hold back any longer.

"Today is the deadline!"

"Carey, what should I do?"

"Are we really going to do that?"

Clay asked, frowning.

"I don't know."

Carey shook his head, and then, irritably, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped on it twice, and kept muttering: "The boss is missing, everything has found us!" Damn it! What a damn thing! ”

In a series of curses, Carey pulled out another cigarette, but he didn't light it, and even the cigarette case was crumpled and thrown heavily on the ground.

"How do I know what to do?"

"I usually just listen to the boss's orders!"

"Then, just refine the order as much as you can!"

"Now, the boss is missing!"

"How do I know what to do!"

Carey roared in the room like a mad beast, picked up the ashtray in front of him, and slammed it against the opposite wall.

Then, he began to pick up anything he could pick up, and threw it all at the opposite wall, as if it was the person standing there who was upsetting him.

Looking at Carey's appearance, Clay opened his mouth to stop it, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Because, he couldn't think of any words of comfort at all.

In the face of a group of people who wanted to force them to death, but couldn't resist, what comforting words could calm the anger and helplessness in his heart.

The answer is: no.

Two minutes later—

Call! Call!

Carey gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling, his eyes fierce and terrifying.

"Since they don't want us to live, then they don't want to be happy!"

"Clay, do you dare to have a big deal with me?"

Carey's voice squeezed through his teeth.

"Why don't you dare?"

"Is it to teach those bitches a lesson?"

"Say, what are we going to do?"

Clay replied bluntly.

"Lessons?"

"People are going to kill us, how can it be enough to just teach us a lesson?"

"Kill them, of course!"

Carey said coldly.

The corners of Clay's mouth curled, and a murderous smile appeared on his face.

He didn't mind taking out those guys.

Perhaps, when he killed the others, he would still have a trace of guilt in his heart, but for that group of people?

All he had was pleasure.

The person who came up with that kind of crazy plan, every time they killed one, they were saving more people.

"Tell me quickly, what should I do?"

"I can't wait!"

Clay twisted his thick neck, his muscles and bones rattling.

"We're definitely being watched right now."

"If we want to kill them, we have to get them to take their attention off us, and only then can we act."

"So, we need to put out a 'bait.'"

After venting just now, Carey regained his composure, and he said in a clear manner

"'Bait'?"

Clay was stunned.

He is not flexible in his brain, and he can't think of where the 'bait' comes from.

"Remember that cousin of our boss?"

"Fish him out."

"He's conspicuous enough!"

Carey said in a low voice.

"Ford?"

Clay pursed his lips and his eyes began to glow.

He kind of understood what Carey was trying to do, and immediately gave the other party a thumbs up.

"You need to do it yourself right away!"

"Remember, at this time, no one can trust but each other."

Carey instructed.

"Understood."

Clay nodded, turned and walked out

And after Clay left, Carey sat on the couch and began to get ready.

Just like Clay, he knew very well what Ford was like, and once that guy came to his senses, he would inevitably fall to those guys.

There is absolutely no second possibility!

Therefore, he is running out of time.

During this time, he had to get more weapons.

To fight that group of bastards.

Of course, before that, more smoke has to be released.

Carey adjusted his mood and dialed out one phone call after another.

On the phone, he still looked complacent, and pretended to exaggerate and invited everyone he knew to come to his banquet.

"I've found a new backer?"

"Of course!"

"I'm Carey!"

"You say Boss Ethan is the 'Death Bird'?"

"What a joke."

"If Boss Ethan is a 'dead bird,' I'll eat the phone right now."

"That's right!"

"It's just some unreliable rumors."

"Boss Ethan has been affected by the pond fish and is missing."

"He's an admirable boss, but that's it, don't I have a new boss?"

"Come on!"

"Be there on time tonight."

"I'm going to surprise everyone!"

"No, no, no, not for you."

"Just a small surprise."

……

On the phone, such words almost have to be repeated.

And every time Carey showed disdain for the rumors in the mouths of those bosses.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe it.

He couldn't believe it.

In fact?

In the depths of Carey's heart, he fantasized more than once that Boss Ethan was the 'Death Bird', and when he fought those bastards, he appeared behind him, supported him with all his might, and beat those bastards to the ground.

The fantasy scene in his mind made Carey hold the phone in his hand and be quietly distracted.

"It would be nice if Boss Ethan was a 'dead bird'!"

"It's a pity ......"

Fantasy is fantasy after all.

He also needs to face reality.

Call.

Taking a deep breath, Carey dialed out another number in his mind.

The exaggerated words came from Carey's mouth again.

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