Reboot.

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Forced access to the chain.

Qianmu, rubber soup, whereabouts.

"It's me, from 'Comuo'." Levi lifted the desk phone with sleepy eyes.

"There are three people, and they are accessed within one point."

"Where?" Levi turned cautiously and used two fingers to open the blinds, the main color of the square was cold, and there were no street lights. The moonlight poured in, and it was as clean as jade.

"I don't know, you'd better go now."

The door was quickly shattered into two knots by a ferocious kick, and a gust of evening breeze swept across Levi's nerve endings, making him unable to control the tremor beyond the limits of humanity.

"Really?" Levi leaned under the bed and lifted a metal partition. "Guess how many butts you folded?"

"Add your words to one?" The other party's pronunciation was mixed with the sound of electricity. "Oh yes, good luck." He yawned.

Levi fell into the borax water, and the G-acceleration nearly drained his lungs. He sucked in the 20 oxygen drained by the vent pipe, grabbed the handle and walked up to the rooftop.

"Who is this?" The thug shook his hand, "Get out of here!" ”

A .45ACP bullet screeched into his chest, and plasma flew in both directions. Levi lowered his arm and trampled out the wisps of green smoke on the ground.

"I'm convinced," he sneered, pointing to the twitching corpse. "What is this? Oh don't explain that I know it's an inflatable doll, tell who came out and talked to me. ”

"I'm coming." A black robe stood in the rain, holding an umbrella.

"Collect the supernatural powers, weird cold," Levi shook his head, "I was pulled out of the silk goose down quilt and chased me down the three sewers at the mouth of the sixth street, the main thing, I was hungry." ”

"Someone wants to see you."

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A Somme splitter grenade with a high-explosive charge burrowed through the doorway, blasting bright sparks on the titanium-chrome floor, and the debris swelled and danced wildly, splitting the concrete and the contents on it. The load-bearing walls quickly shattered into dozens of rectangular bricks, the scorching flames polished on the trail, and the room was as dazzling as the annihilation of a supernova.

The oak door closed gruffly, and two figures faded out the door.

Ducati didn't slow down until the center of the stage, and the sound of rubber rubbing marble brakes was quite harsh.

"I'm guessing you understand what's going on," he said, taking off the photochromic mirror and holding it in the palm of his hand. The metal distortion of memory was accompanied by goosebump-inducing screams, "Are you really a nightclub?" His saber floated in the air, its blade pointing at the black-glowing railing, and then streamlined through the air, and with a crisp thud, it was bounced open. I don't think anyone would have the whim to build their hearts into a place to ward off evil spirits. ”

"Who are you talking to?" The bartender looked surprised. "It's closed."

He looked around the room, and there was no one.

It's clear that this place used to be extremely noisy, and the electronic sound booster mixed with heavy metal flavors was so disturbing that it was distracting.

But since he slammed the door open, everything was silent.

It can be seen that in the eyes of the bartender, he is also a night owl who wants to vent his dissatisfaction, and the man throws the knife on the bar and takes out his wallet.

"Is there an agave?"

"It's closed, come back tomorrow."

"Visa or PayPal?"

"Alipay."

After drinking the spicy, hot liquid, the man sat down and waited for something to happen.