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Because of the natural twitching of his muscles, the sleepy Laurie almost fell out of his chair and almost fell to the hard floor below. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but there was no way, not only did he close his eyes that he should have kept all night open while he was on duty, but he also chose an awkward and unsafe position to sleep in, but in a position that was very common among their kind of people.

He clasped his hands to his chest, then leaned back against the chair, legs outstretched, and rested his feet on the table at the monitoring desk. God knows how many people like Laurie lazily coping with the night shift in a position as comfortable as him, and then how many people who have never met but who are not close to each other fall to the hard floor below at the same handsome angles and arcs as they yawn and turn around and twist in a daze. They basically can't react, even if they wake up the moment they fall, they can only look at the reflective ground, and then inevitably kiss it.

Laurie was lucky not to make himself one of them, and managed to save himself at the last moment. He was afraid, patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, then picked up the large teacup on the table—this kind of teacup for staying up late, and a little bigger it could be used as a water tank—tilted his head and poured a big sip of it, then gasped and put it back on the table. For a moment, he looked blankly with his eyes half-open because of sleepiness, and it wasn't until he took two deep breaths before he regained his spirits. He habitually rubbed his nose and glanced at the surveillance nonchalantly.

How many invisible surveillance heads are there in the clubhouse? The answer is – many. Just look at the large, wall-like display screen in front of Laurie and the small squares that are still rolling around it, and that's just part of the clubhouse's surveillance. This place used to be a very secret place of business, the kind where large sums of money flowed in minutes. And now that it has changed owners, the daily flow of funds is only a lot more than before, and it is not surprising that it has received much attention from above.

Of course, Laurie knew what the job was, what kind of people he was working for, but he didn't care. He likes the job, not because he doesn't know whether it's good or bad, but because the salary is very high. And in this cold city, in this dark universe, under this sinful starry sky, everything else is nothing, only power and wealth are real. He doesn't want to think about the former, but he must try to save as much as possible, and then a little more, so that when something happens in the future, he will not be able to just watch, and he can only accept it powerlessly, and he can't do anything.

So although he just dozed off for a while, he was actually very dedicated and serious. He soon noticed that something was wrong on the surveillance screens that were constantly rolling and tumbling on the curved light screen in the air, and noticed the very abrupt black luxury car parked on the corner of the street opposite the clubhouse.

There's no way not to notice that there's only one car parked there, and there's no parking space in that area where there shouldn't be any cars in the first place. There will be all dedicated parking spaces, all concentrated at the back.

Laurie's brow furrowed. Although it was said that if it was a normal clubhouse, an unknown and strange vehicle suddenly came and stopped around dawn before dawn, and it was nothing, and it was not even necessary to be noteworthy, but they were not here. The peculiarity of their place, all the beings in the Barblair Underworld who know even the slightest bit - as long as they are not fledgling rookies - are very aware of it, and will take care not to make mistakes.

Parking an unfamiliar vehicle so close to them at this time might have been tolerable in normal times, but in this particular time, this time of Donfrie's delicate relationship with the Dark Heavens, it was enough to reach the standard of taboo. This should not be taken as a blind eye. What's more, God knows how long the car has been parked there?

A hint of gloom rose between Laurie's brows, and he felt that the situation he had discovered now was worth noting, even though it was most likely just a foolish couple who didn't know where they had run to and couldn't resist stopping and making out on their way home after the midnight party, and it was very likely that when they got close and opened the car door, they would be greeted with a very embarrassing scene - which seemed good to think about - but it was a necessity to take care of. Responsibilities.

He picked up the walkie-talkie that was plugged into the table, pressed it and said something inside, and then put it back down. He sat back comfortably in his chair, and the rest was not something for him to take care of.

Sitting back in his seat, Laurie put his legs straight and his feet folded on the monitor - this is really not a good habit - and then he casually squinted his gaze and glanced at the most corner of the curved light screen on a surveillance screen that had just been rolled over.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Kari to talk to someone for so long...... Should it be said that he really deserves to be a legendary Duroc detective? ”

……

"Car?"

"yes, I don't know where it came from, but it looks like I've been parked across the street from the clubhouse for a long time. We need to see what's going on. ”

"Hell, don't have anything to do with those guys in Dark Heaven, don't just get close to us and get a couple of muzzles coming out of it and smashing us into a sieve."

"No, that's not the way those people in Dark Paradise are doing, especially not their new Grand Leader. I think if it's really the Dark Heaven people who want to knock down this stronghold of ours, it will definitely be a ......."

“……”

“…… Send the two new enforcers under her? ”

"Those two vicious dogs...... If it's them, then ......"

"Don't talk about it, you shouldn't be so unlucky to run into them!"

The rougher man's voice drank his two companions, telling them to stop crow's beaks there. However, it was very obvious that he himself was also lacking in confidence, and he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, after all, the names of those two almost forbidden existences alone were enough to make them tremble, and they didn't even care to say it directly.

Death is enough, in the battle between Dark Heaven and Donfrie that they participated in before, there were not even a few whole corpses in the field at the end of the battle, and stumps, scraps of flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and it was not easy to clean up stuck to the wall, making it impossible to imagine that this was the result of human power.

It's a monster—an imprint of something beyond humans. Humans know, humans know, and humans have seen. Although they are not very common and do not often appear in Stuttgar, a civilized city ruled by a civilized regime, they can actually be found everywhere in the universe of the Star Age.

For example, the Nether Child, and some other beings of the same nature as them - and the creators of the Nether Children, and the creators of the Nether Children.

Absolute power creates a calm sea, but beneath the calm sea, in the depths of the netherworld, the fierce undercurrent is still surging violently, and it can never stop. Sooner or later, they will rush to the surface of the sea again, setting off another earth-shattering storm.

Of course, that's all for later, and it's too far away from the three guards of the Donfried family. All they wanted now was to be sure that they were safe and hurry back to sleep - but the time was almost dawn, and they couldn't sleep for long, so they still didn't sleep. It's better to play cards for a while.

The trio made their way down the brightly lit and palatial hallway to the side door, but stopped abruptly on the way. The eldest brother who walked in the front—the eldest brother—seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He was the first to pause, causing the two companions who followed him to nearly crash into his back.

"How do you ......"

"Wait a minute!"

Before the second brother finished speaking, the eldest brother raised his hand to interrupt him, and pushed him back two steps without looking, and even the third brother behind him also stepped back a little. The eldest brother's eyes have been staring intently in a direction during this process, as if he had seen a naked beauty wearing only high heels in broad daylight buying high heels.

Following the eldest brother's gaze, the second and third brothers also turned their heads and looked in that direction. Then they saw the thing—a glove, a black glove that they looked so familiar.

"That's ......"

"It seems to be Bal's ......"

"Let's take a look."

The eldest brother was in front, the second brother and the third brother were behind, and the three of them came to the side of the glove as if they were thieves in their clubhouse. The eldest brother lowered his head, bent over, leaned over, picked it up with a solemn face, and looked at it carefully in his hand.

The perfect black silk glove was as slippery to the touch as the auctioneer's white gloves, and even better - all three of them knew that at least it would be fine to prevent bullets and knives.

This is indeed what they think is the man's thing, which should have been on his hand.

"Today's ......" the eldest brother thought, then suddenly raised his head, a solemn electric light flashed in his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at his companions, "Who is in charge of guarding the side door of No. 13?" ”

“……”

The second brother and the third brother glanced at each other, and then immediately understood what the eldest brother meant. Their faces changed suddenly.

"Is it Barr?"

"It seems to be Baal."

"That's right, it's Baal!"

"Why are Barr's gloves here?"

"What's wrong with Barr?!"

"Wait a minute...... The thirteenth side door guarded by Barr seemed to be the closest ...... to the car."

The three of them stopped again as they spoke. They seemed to hear something, a strange, urgent, panicked and frightened "whine" sound. They are not unfamiliar with this kind of voice, because of the peculiarity of the work they do, they often hear it for a variety of reasons, on all occasions and in a variety of situations, sometimes by the enemy, sometimes by someone they do not know at all, and sometimes by themselves.

This is the kind of sound that people with their mouths gagged and their movements completely restrained will make when they are struggling but cannot be saved. And this time it was a little different—this time they felt the voice a little familiar.

"Barr!"

The three of them exclaimed in their hearts almost at the same time, and then turned their heads to look at the toilet next to them in unison—the glove was dropped in front of the toilet door. They didn't even notice that they had been leaning together at the door of the toilet and talking.

It's all to blame that the toilets in the clubhouse are so clean that they don't smell at all - better than many ordinary people's living rooms in the city.