The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, and the standard tragic foreplay.

Outside the bookstore, the fishy smell has reached the eighth cigarette, if the command was in his hand, he would have taken out the submachine gun and swept the bookstore into a hornet's nest, but unfortunately now all he can do is rub the poker with the porcupine, but fortunately, the attack order still reached his ears before he smoked and smoked lung cancer" Thirty seconds later, the Desperate Drain Team will take the lead, you will be limited to finding the entrance to the underground base within fifty seconds, remember, don't come into direct contact with those members of the resistance, Use your brains and the stun bombs you are equipped with, don't shoot unless you have to, I don't want most of the casualties in this operation to be caused by your own people, understand? ”

Sitting on the TV set desperately inserting TV dramas into the commercials, and sending overnight tea to his mouth, as long as he is a normal person who is alive, he will inevitably feel that such a quiet morning is a little too comfortable, of course, provided that there is no sudden stun bomb.

The dizzy gas burst out, pouring into everyone's nostrils, and Burning Night used the last of her strength to raise her eyes to look at Rona Klin, obviously the prophet who carried the memories of the future Bai Jiu in her head had miscalculated.

In a trance, Burning Night came to the door of the Church of the Sages again, but before he could open the door of the church, he woke up from violent shaking, and what caught his eye was not the crude and blunt torture instruments unique to the Imperial interrogation chamber, but the beard hanging from Woburn's chin.

"Shhhh How are you? Fortunately, the stun bomb didn't affect his speech skills, except for making Burning Night feel a splitting headache.

"What? Not happy? Hmph, if it weren't for your little henchman who rescued you, you might... No, it's definitely been dismantled by the people of the Imperial Interrogation Department. ”

Rorian walked out with an ice pack on his head, "All this was done by the group of people in the Desperate Ditch Squad, the situation happened too suddenly, and the mirror door I opened can only bring you and me out." ”

"It's okay." Burning Night buried his painful head, he knew very well that what smart people would do now was to tidy up their messy brains, but Woburn lit his cigar next to himself, "I think you don't want to go back to save people yet, the bonus written on your wanted notice now makes me want to send you to the Consulate a little, in this way, I know a place where you can avoid the limelight, and when the past few days pass, we are trying to find a way to rescue them." ”

"That's the only way to go, uh... Where are you taking us? ”

"Rat's Nest Street."

“... Depend on. ”

Rat Nest Street, located at the junction of the slum and wasteland area, as the name suggests, the number of rats far outnumbered the number of residents, and it was also a high incidence area of all kinds of plagues, since it was sealed fifteen years ago, no one has entered or left Rat's Nest Street, and gradually, people began to forget about this street, making Burning Night uncertain if this street really existed.

"So we have to take a boat to that damn place?" Scorching Night's face turned blue again, the two things he feared the most had happened in the same month, and it was definitely not pleasant to feel like this.

"Do you still want to make hovercars? You're wanted at various checkpoints, and if I didn't know the path, you'd have had to walk through. Womoto exhaled a smoke ring and laughed, "You won't... Seasickness, right? ”

"Do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

"Falsehood."

"Dizzy."

"What about the truth?"

"I'm really dizzy."

The path was always unusually bumpy, but fortunately, the helmsman was very skilled, and finally reached the destination before Scorching Night vomited last night's supper, but in fact, Scorching Night vomited even more after arriving at the destination.

There is not a single place on the street that does not lie down a highly decomposed corpse and a swarm of rats, and the largest of the rats is almost the size of a fat cat from a rich family, it is more appropriate to describe this place than the stinking sky, and the scorching night can barely stand up until the acid water in his stomach is vomited clean, and Rorian only has a slightly solemn face, and skilfully bypasses the foul-smelling unknown liquid on the ground, "We are going to live here?" ”

"Uh... I know the environment here is not particularly good, but at least it will be clean and clean. ”

"So we're going to move here to sleep with rats and corpses just to hide from the sliver?" Burning Night's face was a little frighteningly white, and there were definitely not a few bloody scenes he had seen so far, but this was the only place that could make him vomit like this.

"Of course not, there is a small hotel at the end of the street, there are living people in it, and they are all fugitives who are similar to you, there are definitely a lot of capable people in it, maybe I can help you rescue them in Wucheng, I said hello to them, I am in a hurry to leave in advance, goodbye." Before Woburn could finish speaking, he slipped into the cabin as if fleeing for his life, and rode away.

"Oh! Great, looks like we're going to have to figure out how to get around a few thousand rats to get to the corner, Rorian, give me a hand, I'm so weak that I don't feel it. ”

The environment in the hotel was more than a star and a half better than the streets, at least the rats here were normal, and there was only a slender middle-aged man with a mustache sitting in the hotel, his spotless white gloves were completely out of line with the greasy environment here, but he still cared about so much that he picked a chair that was closest to him and seemed to be able to sit on and rested.

"Oh? New faces, what do you want to drink? "The man's voice was nice, but the pace of speech was uncomfortable.

"A glass of boiled water... Give the child next to me a bottle of milk, thank you. "Burning Night only now has time to tidy up his collar.

"I'm so sorry, we don't have anything you said, we only have vodka, two hundred and fifty yuan a cup, do you want it?"

"No need Comrade robbers... You're alone? ”

"Of course not, Mr. and Mrs. Smith live on the third floor, Mr. Pavajack lives on the second floor, and now there is only a spare room on the first floor, do you want to rent it?" As he spoke, the man pulled out a miserable white rag and wiped the goblet.

"Of course."

"One thousand twenty-one nights."

"You're the most elegant robber I've ever seen."

Fortunately, there were no rats and corpses in this expensive room, but there was only a bed and a fan with two blades missing, and although Burning Night wanted to lie down in bed and sleep in the dark, reason told him that he still had work to do, "Let's go visit Mr. and Mrs. Smith." ”

The door opened slightly, and the back of a man was wearing a neat suit on the upper body, but only a long black skirt on the lower body, "Who's coming?" The shrill voice seemed to pierce the eardrums of Burning Night and Rorian, and the man turned to reveal his greasy, wide face, "Hello, stranger. "The voice was magnetic, but contrived to the point of being disgusting.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I've seen a new face" Whether it's a magnetic male voice or a piercing female voice, both of these voices come from the man's mouth.