Assassination Alliance, Bunker No. 38, Basement 1.

Wu Ba, Big Man, Konishi, and Plasda sat on the couch in one of the lounges, staring silently at the drinks or drinks in front of them. There was a faint light in their eyes.

Since that training, three full days have passed, and neither Tu Lun nor Zhang Miao has shown any signs of waking up. Only the electrocardiogram on the instrument, and the "hissing" sound coming from the oxygen mask, could barely prove that they were alive.

"Four, in the Assassination Alliance, don't have any worries." At some point, Tomota walked in with four cut-up filet mignon and even tried to persuade them with a playful tone.

But the four of them didn't pay attention to him, and they didn't even make a gesture to look at him. Tomota shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, he had personally delivered the food for the past three days, and every time he repeated this sentence, and these four people were also repeating the same state, as a sign of ignorance.

Putting down four servings of filet mignon drizzled with black pepper sauce, Tomotta placed them in front of them one by one, and turned to leave the lounge. Suddenly, as he was about to step out of the door, Tomota paused, as if someone was blocking the doorway, and then the gentlemanly Englishman walked out sideways.

As Tomota leaned sideways to give way to the gap, a sturdy man with white hair and a terrible scar on his face walked in, and it was Xing Lei, who hadn't appeared for three days.

"Are you sad about that?" As soon as Xing Lei came in, he picked up the filet mignon in front of Prasda, and asked vaguely as he chewed it.

But until this filet mignon was chewed up by Xing Lei, the four of them didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Are you silent?" Xing Lei picked up the filet mignon in front of the big man, chewed it again, and asked vaguely again.

This filet mignon was also quickly wiped out by Xing Lei, and the four of them finally raised their heads and glanced at him.

"Are you angry?" This time, Xing Lei picked up the filet mignon in front of Xiaoxi, but Xing Lei burped weakly before eating, and then continued to chew and continued to ask vaguely.

This time, Xing Lei ate a little slowly, but he swallowed it all in a few minutes. The dim eyes of the four people finally had a little brightness, and it was a faint fire.

"You guys, what are you waiting for?" This time, Xing Lei served the last filet mignon, and its original owner was Wu Ba, who had just picked up his wine glass.

Xing Lei was not in a hurry to continue tasting this last filet mignon, but quietly glanced at the four people in front of him, and then picked up the square cup in front of Xiao Xi, which contained the strongest barrel whiskey among the four whiskeys, but Xing Lei drank the light brown liquid in one gulp.

"Ha~~ Little man, you have a good amount of alcohol, you can drink." Xing Lei let out a strong sip of wine, and when he put down the cup, he didn't forget to praise Xiaoxi.

At this time, Wu Ba and Xiaoxi, who also put down their wine glasses, said almost in unison: "I don't believe you came here to ask these inexplicable questions. ”

The big man and Prasda on the side also reacted suddenly, frowning and looking at Xing Lei.

Xing Lei smiled, and while laughing, he put the filet mignon in his hand into his mouth one by one, and after about ten minutes, Xing Lei wiped out the steak, and then gave a full burp.

Touching his stomach, Xing Lei licked his lips stained with black pepper juice, he didn't seem to have anything to say to these four people, but turned around and walked to the door of the lounge, muttering as he walked: "Ah, it's just right." ”

When Xing Lei walked out of the lounge, he shouted loudly again: "Tomota! Your lovely American chef is right in his conscience, and it's a great treat! ”

Immediately afterward, I heard a cry of pain: "Oh! boss，forgive me！ I promise not next time！ ”

The four people in the lounge suddenly smiled at each other, then stood up and walked out of the lounge, they were going to the medical room. There, two patients were waiting to see their only few acquaintances in the alliance.

Zhang Miao never thought that he would be able to walk around the Ghost Gate one day, and then glanced at the slowly rotating door that seemed to be able to pull the soul, and then Shi Shiran came back.

He vaguely remembered that when he was far away from the Ghost Gate, there seemed to be a very illusory old voice that said: "Your three souls and seven spirits have not yet left your body, do you dare to wander outside the Ghost Gate?" ”

Looking back now, Zhang Miao only thinks that he is hallucinating and hallucinating, how can anyone hear Lord Yama angrily scolding, even if there is, it is estimated that he has already scolded Lord Yama cordially.

After opening his eyes, Zhang Miao did not see the melee scene he imagined, but a white ceiling with blue curtains around him.

Suddenly, the dull olfactory nerves recognized the strong smell of disinfectant in the air. Only then did Zhang Miao know that he should be lying on a bed in a hospital or medical room.

Trying to move his body, he found that a feeling of weakness reached his brain, Zhang Miao could only give up the idea of getting out of bed and lay quietly. Before he knew it, he suddenly thought, "What happened to the others?" ”

It's a pity that I can't get out of bed at all, and there doesn't seem to be anyone here, so the silence is a bit excessive.

"Bang!"

What's the situation? Did the bed move a little just now? Zhang Miao immediately frowned, and raised his head sharply to look.

"Bang!"

Again? Is it under the bed? I don't know where the strength came from, Zhang Miao propped up the edge of the bed with both hands and looked under the bed.

For a moment, it was as if the air was still.

"Damn, little red guy!" After hearing Zhang Miao scolding, he retracted his head depressedly, continued to lie down and closed his eyes, but his face was slightly raised.

The blue curtains around Zhang Miao's hospital bed were suddenly opened, and the intense white light pierced Zhang Miao's eyes, and several familiar voices sounded in his ears.

"Woo, Allah doesn't cry, Allah will be scolded one day. Woo......" This dialect, as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was a big man, but I didn't expect this kid to cry because of this.

"Ah, West. Big man, you're so stupid, you can't do this. This accent must be Konishi, after all, the first word he said was exposed.

"It must be that the big man is too stupid, and such a good method will fail." This pure Mandarin must be Wu Ba, and among the six people, except for Zhang Miao himself, only Wu Ba is Chinese.

A somewhat weak voice sounded: "Alas, I told you everything, use the itch powder I made, and it is useful for storage." ”

"That's it."

The remaining two voices definitely didn't run away, it would only be Tu Lun, the Gu maker, and his little lover Prasda.

In the end, Zhang Miao, who was noisy, rolled her eyes, and said helplessly: "Tu Lun, why did you come to join in the fun?" ”

Tu Lun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hehe, the doctor said that keeping a happy mood can make the injury recover quickly." ”

Zhang Miao was so hung that she was angry, and sighed helplessly: "Ah, let's go west~~"

Xiaoxi touched the back of his head and asked cautiously, "Sanshui San, did you say a contemptible language?" ”

“……”

If you can't talk, you may be angry if you talk, Zhang Miao told herself.

In the ward, there was a lot of laughter for a while.

Bunker No. 38, four basement floors, Xing Lei's dedicated office.

Xing Lei smoked a cigarette, silently looked at the person opposite, and spit out the smoke on the other party's clown mask from time to time.

It seemed that the reason for being silent for too long, after Xing Lei spit out a smoke ring, he said, "How is it?" Do these six rookies fit your appetite? ”

An electronic voice came from under the clown mask, echoing in this small space that seemed extremely quiet.

"Just ......"