The sound of cars driving outside, as well as the next room, the bed hitting the wall, and the exaggerated groans that were partially inflating were all clearly audible.

Tang Luo lowered his head and glanced at it, but his body was still a lighted god and demon suit, and there was no change.

In his own eyes, he is still himself.

But in the eyes of others-

Walking to the side of the mirror, Tang Luo looked at the person in the mirror.

It wasn't him, it was a man with messy hair and a beard that hadn't been shaven for days, and he looked very decadent, probably in his thirties and early forties.

The height is about the same as Tang Luo.

The contours of the facial features are quite deep, and the faces of more typical Westerners should be regarded as handsome uncles if you pick them up.

There is no doubt that Tang Luo is the existence of replacing someone, and it is not a casual change in appearance in the eyes of others.

Taking two steps back, Tang Luo looked through the mirror and saw the decadent uncle inside, wearing a black suit with a white shirt inside, which was not a grand formal attire, but it was not casual either.

He touched his face, but he didn't feel the beard he should have, but he was very high-level and wouldn't wear the "trick" of revealing his stuffing.

"Dog, come here."

Tang Luo beckoned to the Howling Dog on the bed.

The Howling Dog jumped out of bed and climbed up on Tang Luo's feet, moving quickly and quickly.

It is no longer in the poor state at the beginning, and it can be regarded as a qualified predator when released into the wild.

"It's changed, too." Tang Luo looked at the howling dog that had climbed onto his shoulder.

In the mirror is not the image of a black-footed kitten, but a puppy.

It's a little bigger than the original black-footed cat, but it's not that big.

The whistling dog stared blankly at "himself" in the mirror and began to "swish" a few times.

Then, looking up to the sky, he let out a "wolf howl".

The Howling Dog will never be a slave!

"Don't make a noise." Tang Luo unceremoniously knocked the head of the Howling Dog.

A good dog, how did he become a "second ha"?

Yes, the dog in the mirror, the breed is one of the famous sleigh three fools, husky, fortunately it is Xiaoha, not an adult Daha, otherwise it can't be taken out.

"A man, a dog, I'm a legend?" Tang Luo said secretly in his heart.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be a zombie world."

The screams next door prove that there are no zombies in this world, it can't be the end of the world, hurry up and have a few shots, right?

Tang Luo rummaged around the room, and soon found a wallet, opened it, and inside was some money and documents.

The document is a driver's license, and the name on it is Todd Silas, who is 42 years old.

In addition to this, Tang Luo also found a pistol, but there were no bullets in it, which could only be used to scare people.

"It feels like modern Western society." Tang Luo said secretly in his heart.

He raised his hand, and the ominous revolver that had not appeared at all in the previous mission slowly appeared in his hand.

The art style of this mission world is more in line with ominous.

Buttoned with the inside of the sleeves, the rather wide sleeves covered the ominous, Tang Luo had a whim and walked to the mirror.

The person in the mirror doesn't have wide sleeves, so where will the ominous be?

Tang Luo's right hand shook casually, and ominously fell into his hand, and Todd in the mirror conjured a gun in his hand as if he were magical.

"Is that a little bit of a reinforcement?" Tang Luo smiled and put the ominous back away.

"Let's go, dog, and start our legend." Tang Luo said, and the Howling Dog immediately followed.

When you open the door, you will see a walkway that creaks if you step on it at will.

On the left-hand side is the downward staircase.

Tang Luo went downstairs, this place is indeed a dilapidated little hotel, you don't need anything, you can live in it if you give money.

A young man with brown hair and a rather thin appearance fell asleep on the counter.

Tang Luo didn't wake him up either, and left the hotel with the Howling Dog.

The streets outside are bustling with people, and you can see tall buildings when you look up.

It's a bustling metropolis.

took out the note and looked at it, and the countdown on it had already started when Tang Luo stepped out of the room.

Now, the handwriting on it has completely disappeared and turned into a plain white piece of paper.

Crumpled into a ball casually, and as soon as he threw it, the paper ball was thrown into the trash bin not far away by Tang Luo, and quickly merged into the crowd with the howling dog.

Shortly after Don Luo left.

A hippie-style woman with a bumpy figure, heavy smoky makeup, chewing gum, walks into the small hotel.

Knocked the counter - the bell on it was broken.

The brown-haired man looked up suspiciously.

"Looking for someone, does he live here?" The hippie woman weighed a large bill and a photo.

It's none other than Todd, but compared to the decadent man in the mirror, Todd doesn't have that long hair.

The beard is also quite clean, but the temperament is as cold and gloomy as ever.

"Oh, 202." The brown-haired young man unceremoniously took the money and threw out a key.

As a place that is almost a "black hotel", there are often all kinds of chaotic people living here, gangs, debt evaders, etc., and they are often approached.

"If something is damaged, it will be compensated three times." The youth also reminded him.

The hippie woman took the key and chewed gum as she lazily walked towards the second floor.

The brown-haired young man behind her stared at her buttocks, as if expecting to see the scenery beneath the little skirt.

It's a pity that until he completely disappeared from sight, the brown-haired young man didn't get what he wanted.

As soon as she was out of sight, the hippie woman's originally lazy face disappeared in an instant, and she became awe-inspiring and had a cold temperament.

She pulled a delicate small silver pistol out of her clothes and slammed it into the silencer.

Stepping on the floor that had fallen into disrepair, there was not even a sound coming out.

Came to room 202 and didn't open the door with a key.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the door, and the hippie woman pulled the trigger directly, as if pulling out the cork, and the woman fired several shots in succession, and then slammed into the room.

As soon as his body was short, he rolled on the spot, and then raised his gun after avoiding a possible sneak attack, and his movements were crisp and neat, and he was extremely cool.

It's just that the room is empty, and her actions are completely useless.

"Ran away?" The hippie woman stood up and surveyed the empty room.

"Knock knock."

Two knocks were heard on the door.

The hippie woman jerked around and pointed her gun at the door.

"Looks like I'm late?" The knock on the door was a man, pointed at gunpoint, and did not show any nervous or frightened emotion.

The hippie woman didn't speak, but put the gun away and asked, "How many people else know he's here?" ”

The two don't seem to know each other, but they appear to be quite clear about each other's "identity" and purpose.

"I know everything, I found his whereabouts and sold it, tsk, it's really profitable." The man smiled and said, "It's going to be lively right away." ”

"-!" The hippie woman scolded directly.

"Actually, I'm supposed to be saving you, little thing." The man smiled and said, "He's the 'Messenger of Death', and when you killed people, you probably were still playing with mud." ”

"He's old."

The hippie woman was dismissive.

"Huh." The man laughed and grabbed a business card, "My name is Ward, you can come to me when you need information." ”

"Why don't you do it, but sell intelligence?" The hippie woman asked.

"Because, I think it's more important to live and make money." Ward said with a smile, turning to leave, "Besides, I wanted to do it too, but I didn't meet anyone." ”

The hippie woman put away her business card and left the room as well.

In the park.

Tang Luo sat on the bench, and the whistling dog next to him was fighting with the roast chicken in the box.

He squinted his eyes, feeling the warm sun.

The world is so peaceful, it's like a vacation, and this survival mission feels very simple.

Could it be that after 29 days, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky at the last moment? Or, on the last day, nuclear bombs flew in the sky?

In this mission world, the vitality is even thinner than the real world.

A homeless man approached Tang Luo with a broken hat and said, "Sir, I haven't eaten for three days...... and there was a sour smell on his body.

Tang Luo took out a coin and threw it into the homeless man's hat.

The homeless man took his hat back into his arms and bowed down in thanks.

In the next second, the "black light" flashed, and he held a black dagger and wiped it towards Tang Luo's neck.

"A survival mission to be hunted down?"

A thought flashed through Tang Luo's mind, grabbed the homeless man's wrist and folded it at will.

The crisp sound of cracking bones and the sound of gunfire that passed through the muffler and turned a man's mouth open violently after passing through the muffler.

The homeless man's hand that was holding the hat was somehow holding a pistol when he withdrew it into his arms.

Almost when Tang Luo was holding his wrist, he pulled the trigger.

On the side of Tang Luo's head, the bullet grazed against his ear and hit a tree behind him.

"Can you ask why you killed me?" With a pull of his left hand, the homeless man instantly lost his balance and was pressed to the chair by Tang Luo.

"Why?"

As if hearing something incredible, the homeless man's eyes widened, "You actually asked why?" ”

"You may not believe it, I fell in the shower last night, hit my head, lost my memory, and even forgot who I was." Tang Luo is serious.

The whistling dog on the other side also followed with a "wang".

As a listener, Tang Luo is still quite interested in digging out the story behind this Todd to see if there is a chance to earn merit.

The homeless man held the gun in one hand, which was pressed against his lower abdomen, and the muzzle of the gun was still aimed at him, not daring to move. The other hand is cut off and cannot be moved.

Tang Luo's palm pressed on his back at will, but it had a thousand powers.

Pressing it completely against the bench made it difficult for the homeless to breathe, let alone resist.

"Kill order, you won't live long." The homeless man said.

"Kill order?" Tang Luo said, "How do you feel like a martial arts in the rivers and lakes?" ”

A beggar killer who suddenly appeared, a lore order.

This feels like the style of Gulong Jianghu-

Any vendor selling sugar gourds on the side of the road will take out a dagger at any time and stab it indiscriminately, yes, this is the style.

"So you're a killer, I've been issued a kill order, and a lot of killers will come and kill me and my dog?" Tang Luo asked.

"That's right." The homeless man said, "You won't be able to escape for long." ”

There was no pleasure in his tone, no resentment, just a simple description of a thing, as if he were talking about a business.