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Very scary scene. The beautiful woman carried the man's head from the back of the chair, and the man sat as powerless as he died, his limbs strangely drooping and twisting, two eyes gouged out, and almost a mouth full of teeth, and there was blood all over his body, ticking to the ground, gathering into a small pool.

They were just facing the door, facing Julius who opened the door, as if on purpose—no, absolutely on purpose, to show him, to him and all those who were attracted, pulled, and induced to come here, to see this hastily prepared, but full of sincerity and sincerity. What was she expecting? Julius didn't know, didn't quite know, could it be a frightened scream? Is it an angry roar? Or do you not hesitate to give the slightest chance to the sound of the gun?

If she's just trying to scare people and play a prank, then she's already failed. I have to admit that what I saw was scary, but it wasn't scary enough, at least not to scare people like Julius - far, far away. Real art takes time, and it is already the limit to be able to make such a finished product in such a short few minutes, and if you change it to yourself, you can only barely say that it is about the same, and it is still under the premise that there are enough tools.

And if he can make a real, up-to-the-art art to show this girl when there are enough tools and time, it will make the toys in her arms as pitiful as cheap dolls.

But now there is no such time, and he does not have that Yaxing. He stood steadily, standing in the doorway, looking at the only pair of bright eyes in the dim world inside, which could be clearly captured, he frowned, his gaze was solemn and restrained, he took a light breath, and slowly stretched out his fingers.

"Miss," he said in a deep voice, "please ...... at once."

"Hi babble, babble, ——!!"

It doesn't seem like a human sound, and in some ways it is no longer a human voice. But the problem is that this is not the first time that Julius has heard this voice, not only from the person in front of him, this thing has been heard here, many people, especially the creatures called girls like her, will make this kind of sound that seems to express excitement and joy under certain circumstances, and it seems to him to be completely incomprehensible, silly and stupid.

She came to him in the midst of that voice. He didn't see how she came at all, she seemed to twist like that, and then turned into a distorted, phantom made of fluctuating lines, disintegrating in the process of moving, and instantly reunited when she stopped, and the two eyes looked at him closely, and the unique body fragrance of the beautiful girl accompanied by the warm moisture that spread to his body after the exercise, suffocating his breath.

He shouldn't have stopped, he shouldn't have stopped at that time – that's what he summed up for himself afterwards. But it was too late.

Behind him, in the hallway, Julius's body looked like a candy on his lips, and he was sucked into the room with a "slush". It was so fast that he didn't even have time to make a sound, so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

Then Julius vanished, the door slammed shut, and everything fell silent, and there was no more sound. Of course - it only lasted for a moment.

One of the two button men who had been walking in front of Julius before immediately "swished" forward the next moment after things changed, rushed to the door and twisted the handle vigorously to open the door, but he didn't know if it was because he was locked from the inside or for some other reason, he twisted the door several times and did not move.

He put his ear to hear what was going on inside, but he could barely hear some faint sounds, and he couldn't make out anything, and they didn't know what was going on inside. But there is one thing they know, and that is that their boss has now been caught by the guy inside, and the guy inside is very bad, so their boss is also not good now, and they must get people out as soon as possible!

The buttonman took two steps back and kicked his leg against the door with a ferocious kick, nearly injuring his ankle. The rooms on a large ship are not the same as a real hotel on the ground, especially the property under the command of the Golden Sailboat. In order to improve durability and reduce the need to change parts, these profiteers use the best durable materials and designs. This group of budget-conscious people know very well how to make more money and spend less money, and they know very well that sometimes they have to spend hard in order to spend money, and they must not compromise on quality, otherwise the final money will be more.

A buttonman can't kick open the door of the El Dorado ship. The old man stepped back in a rage and beckoned to his companion. Another buttonman with him stepped forward, and both of them raised their feet and kicked at the iron door at the same time, not twice, twice at a time, not three times—and then, by the sixth stroke, "bang"!

The dozen or so other buttonmen in the hallway were dumbfounded.

The door opened, but not from the outside in, but from the inside out, like a collapsing soda bottle cap, and was bounced out of some huge and unstoppable terrifying unknown force that erupted from within, and slammed firmly on the bodies of the two buttonmen in front of the door. Fortunately, the two of them had just finished kicking their legs, and both feet were on the ground, otherwise if they were not in the right position, they would have been able to break their knees.

But maybe it's not lucky. There was no leg lift, no knee in front of them, and it was their whole body that was hit. Not to mention the rest of their bodies, first of all, their faces were basically flattened, and the smooth door panel almost snapped their facial features, pushing their bodies straight and fiercely close to the wall behind them. The two of them were caught between the wall and the door.

The rest of the buttons are what people see. They watched as the two of them were slammed against the wall by the door panel, watching the blood splatter and fall to the ground, and saw the two of them make painful noises, clenched teeth, and contorted faces. They watched as the two of their battered bodies were about to fall forward with the door panel and fall to the ground under the effect of the reaction force, but they were immediately stopped by the sudden appearance of the apparition, and they were squeezed back into the small space.

Their gaze shifted to the new figure. That figure is really much better looking.

She is beautiful, lively, full of vitality, and her high cheerful passion can infect them from afar and make them feel clearly. They looked at her, at the corners of her face that reached to the base of her ears, at her excited, at the pupils of her eyes that were beginning to dilate, at the snow-white neck with the veins slightly bulging under her long hair that was draped back, at her one hand pressed against the steel door, pressing their two best companions against the wall, and then slowly clenching the five fingers of the other free arm into a fist, making an exaggerated pre-emptive motion, striking a position that would be visible to all of them, everyone in the front row.

And then - "boom"!

It was like a metal ingot with infinite weight smashed on a hollow metal box, and the dull impact sound and the meaning behind it made everyone watching tremble and subconsciously shrink back.

Nancy's fist landed in the center of the door, leaving a visible fist mark on the steel door. And at that moment, the unstoppable terrifying force that erupted fell on the two people behind them along the medium of the door panel, and because of the relationship between the walls behind the two, they had no way to retreat, and could only bear it all with their own bodies.

And Nancy's heat is not something that ordinary men can bear, even if they are two people.

"Boom"!

"Boom"!

"Boom"!

"Boom"!

……

One after another, one after another, one after another. Nancy wasn't in a hurry, at least she didn't seem to be in a hurry, she punched the door panel unhurriedly, and finally completely deformed by the beating. And at the same time, there are also the two button people in the back. Although they did not completely lose their resistance at first, and despite the remnants of their strength from beginning to end, they still had no way to escape from the gaps. Compared to Nancy, who has entered the state, their strength is too different.

When the hand that was pressed was finally removed from the door panel, when the pressure finally disappeared and freedom was restored, the two were basically "flat", physically.

Of course, Nancy didn't kill them. Her control of power is unbelievably precise, machine-like. In some ways, she is a machine in her own right. So when she shouldn't, she can't make a mistake.

She opened her mouth slightly, and watched the twisted two people fall forward to the ground with the deformed door panel, and she didn't even move a finger in anger, tilted her head to think for a moment, and then turned to look into the hallway.

The black, oppressive patch—uncontrollably slightly commotion erupted when it was noticed. The beautiful sister blinked and giggled happily.

……

Julius lay down, very flat, as flat as paper. It's been a long time since he's been lying on the hard ground like this, and he's feeling a little flustered, and it's really uncomfortable.

His consciousness had just recovered, his mind was a little trance, and his attention was difficult to condense, as if he had just finished a long, long dream, and even if he had woken up, he would not be able to return to reality for a long time.

The guy in his chair who helped him. He was still sitting there, and Julius could see him, and see his front and body. He wasn't tied, but his limbs were gone, his eyes were gone, and his mouth was still bleeding. He looked no different from a dead man.

Looking at him, Julius' sluggish spirit immediately regathered.