"Understood!" Everyone replied in whispers again.

"Okay, then let's determine the purpose of this operation:

One. Kill all the Varat shamans.

Two. Find a way to get out of the tower as soon as possible. ”

"Understood!" Everyone replied in a low voice for the third time.

"Good!" Ling Xingyue's eyes lit up, "The action begins!"

Ling Xingyue's words reassured all the team members, the core of the team is not to say what has been done to become the core in many cases, and in many cases, the core of the team should be to let everyone understand what should be done.

The unknown environment, the unfamiliar voice, the dazzling lighting, and the introduction that everyone doesn't know whether to believe or not, all this information can only make everyone more confused. If you believe what this broadcast says, then you can be unscrupulous in this tower, after all, no matter how you die, you can come back alive outside, and you will come back soon. Then what else is there to estimate, just desperately.

But if you believe this statement, if it is not true, it will be you who will die, and there is no one to replace it, and try your best, and it will turn out to be a joke, and this kind of joke is a little unfunny.

Therefore, Ling Xingyue's method is the most direct, not to analyze whether this introduction is true or false at all, because there is too little information, you can't tell at all, what you should do now is to set down what you want to do first, and then do it, and in the process of doing it, try to avoid unnecessary casualties. That's the best way to keep everyone safe.

Five people, clear about their position, clear about what to do. Immediately entering the state of action, on the roof, Ling Xingyue had already determined the location of the group of people in the Warat Shaman. Now everyone is in a state of stealth and is starting to lean over. A surprise attack was intended.

Just as the team was about to move, the ground suddenly shook and a platform rose from the ground. Immediately after, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a mustache and a middle-parted head stood on the platform.

This guy who suddenly appeared was wearing a black dress, and Ling Xingyue's eyes were stunned when he saw it, because when this guy was wearing a suit, it was still a very orthodox dark striped suit with a tie. He wears a pair of formal leather shoes on his feet and a watch on his wrist.

What does that mean? Well? Is this to tell everyone that I came through time? No, no, no, where is the birthplace of suits?? United Kingdom?? This is an Englishman?? No, his hair color is black, and he doesn't look like a Westerner. In an instant, countless question marks hit Ling Xingyue's heart,

The tall and thin man on the stage was very calm, and he didn't feel inconvenient at all because of the maverick of his clothes, and saw that the eyes of the audience were focused on himself, smiled slightly, his fingers were light, and there was an extra cylindrical thing in his hand.

Ling Xingyue almost didn't fall to the ground, because among all the people present, he should be the only one who knew that it was a microphone.

The tall, thin man in the suit holding the Mike smiled and bowed to everyone half, and turned to salute:

"Hello everyone, please look here." In fact, he didn't need to say it at all, this sentence, since he grew out of the platform on the ground, all people's eyes have never left him. Clearly, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being watched. Holding the microphone in your hand, you can enjoy the feeling of being on stage.

"Okay, welcome to our Gulan Mu Tower, I am the person in charge of the ninth floor of the Gu Lan Mu Tower, my name is Michael."

The tall and thin brother said the word Michael, waved his hand back, and his body quickly turned around twice in place with the wave of his hand, and then bent his legs, stretched his hands, and made a classic movement.

Ling Xingyue's hand involuntarily raised and slapped it on his face, this action, he has also seen many times on the big screen of the school next to the performance, the classic appearance of the famous Michael Jackson. I heard that there was a teacher in that school who was a die-hard fan of Michael Jackson, and often instilled in his students that only Michael was the real art, and only his dancing could really move people's hearts.

The appearance on the stage was too artificial, but everyone in the audience looked at him blankly, even Zhao Jinlong Situ and Zhang Yishan, all of whom had question marks on their faces. Looking at Ling Xingyue, she seemed to understand what this was for, and she was too busy to ask for advice.

"My lord, what is he doing here?"

"Well, he's in him...... Ling Xingyue also didn't know how to explain, so he had to say one ambiguously.

"Oh, it turns out that this is an acting, a play, no wonder, this dress is also a costume, it looks so weird, and there is a stick in his hand, do you want to say that this is an eight sledgehammer or something."

"Don't talk nonsense, how can the Eight Sledgehammers be so small, this must be trying to imitate the Emei Thorn."

"No, it's not right, it should be a palm thunder, it's a hidden weapon. If you look at the clothes he was wearing, which was described on stage, he must have been an assassin, a night suit, all black, and you can see the shoes. ”

",, look at his inside, it's a white inner coat, and you wear a white collar in a night shirt?? There was also an underworld in the middle? It's certainly not a night walker. ”

"Silly, all dressed in a full set of night clothes, that's still a costume?? It's hard to be true, it's a costume. So you can't make a full set of black, you can't see clearly on stage, it will affect the performance, and when you see you in Beijing, you haven't seen any plays. It's a shame to be here today. ”

"I haven't seen anything, when I was in Beijing, it was an official ticket holder, and I didn't give silver to the girl in the theater."

"You, that is, watching the girl, have you heard the whole play?? You ask the adults to tell me if this is a costume or not. ”

Ling Xingyue's hand slapped on his face, he really couldn't pick it up, and the sudden appearance of a person and a platform completely disrupted the plan to act, and he heard his subordinates asking him. Ling Xingyue didn't know how to explain to them, so she had to say:

"It's really a suit, it's still a very formal suit, and if I'm not mistaken, it's still the kind of suit that is very valuable for a famous tailor's shop! That's true! Ahaha! ”

When Ling Xingyue said this, she felt that it was too unbelievable, so she had to make a haha and quickly end the topic.

"Look, look at me, I'll say, this is a costume, this must be a singing opera!"