Lila stared at the screen, her frustration palpable—if she could, she might shoot those long, pointed eyelashes that had been brushed with mascara, Judas thought, he had already taken Sean. Battier helped him up, and as soon as Battier stood firm, he gently but firmly pushed him away - the first few minutes had been exciting enough, but he had recovered from it.

"Let's see a little bit clearer." The boss said.

Controlling the hidden, ubiquitous probes requires a password, which has always been known only to Battier, but it is clear that the people of the "Agency" do not need this - a young man in a black coat is sitting cross-legged in front of a laptop computer, the keyboard is lying horizontally on his lap, the computer's cable is like some kind of parasite or parasitic plant deep into the body of the unloaded control host, his fingers are so nimble that even the most seasoned and agile dealer in Paradise Palace can hardly match, Countless numbers and letters rained down on the screen less than the size of an A4 — and the casino's surveillance camera shuddered slightly, and began to turn and zoom in on certain parts of the area at the request of the new owner.

When he noticed Battier's gaze, he looked up and grinned shyly.

A probe hidden behind a carved openwork decoration could be said to be close to the poor woman who was being held hostage, and two or three bare eyeballs were looking at it curiously, and they found that the skin around the eyeballs also served as eyelids, they were able to cover the newly grown eyeballs, and in each wrap they applied clear bodily fluids to the eyeballs, just like a normal human would blink their eyes and paint tears on the eyeballs to keep them moist - she did not remove body hair as politely as other women did, Although the dark hair is not as thick and long as a man's, it will gather in a curl with the folded skin, making it look unusually ugly and disgusting. "Do you think they can act as eyelashes?" "Chief" asked. 、

"Well, are you going to let me brush it with some mascara?!" Lila said irritably, "Don't tell me. We traveled thousands of miles and rushed to this ghost place where the sand is the sun day and night just to watch a strange show?! If that's all there is, she's of little use to us! ”

***

"Of course it's not the only thing that's it." "She's very good, her eyes can see a lot of things, except for cards," Ivan said, "and she can see things that ordinary people and even supernatural people can't see." He gave a very lewd slap between the legs of his dark-haired companion, "Here, baby, say something interesting to whet their appetite." ”

She groaned. Presumably one of Ivan's movements touched her eyes, and Sasha noticed that she was trying to close some of her eyes as unobtrusively as possible - where Ivan couldn't see. As soon as the eyes closed, the skin was smoothed again, and the whole process was very quick - enough for an average person to blink twice.

"I can...... I can see," the skinny woman with black hair stammered, "I can see the light in you—unlike everyone else, you all have light in you—and I can see it at a glance." You are the same as I am. She rolled her eyes—all, when such a dense gaze fell on Catherine, Catherine stiffened uncontrollably: "The light on her body was ruby red and Prussian blue, both colors were distinct—she was strong, or rather, would be strong in the future; Uh-huh......" she looked at Beelzebub, "from light to dark lemon yellow." ”

"A good color to boost your appetite." Sasha whispered. Beelzebub pounded his ribs.

Beelzebub noticed that her gaze always swept over the Hopkins father and son. I almost didn't dare to pause: "What color is my brother?" ”

"White ......," said the black-haired woman hesitantly, "or ...... It's light, a very dazzling light. ”

Dr. Hopkins had been listening intently and hearing this. His eyes showed a childlike innocent curiosity: "And what color am I?" ”

"Black." In essence, the woman said, it was an extremely intense red, a crimson that was stacked on top of each other like substance, and it had accumulated so much. So much so that it looks like it's black.

"Variety, isn't it? My dear little monsters. Ivan said contemptuously: "Sean. Battier made the same mistake as the stupid cow, they always dared to use anything. Dare to do anything - they're going to hell, a bunch of depraved people. ”

"So," said Dr. Hopkins, "you knew what we were here for from the beginning." ”

Ivan stared at him for a moment, shaking his shoulder, his clothes cracking a wide gap in his shoulder, and Hopkins could see part of the tattoo through the crack, "I'm familiar with you as well as I know my dog's ass, and it's funny to watch you foolishly play tricks." ”

"Whether it's stupid or not," Catherine said coldly, "it's a fact that you lost. ”

"No," Hopkins said, "according to you, the girl next to you can only see—I don't think she can see much, she may be able to distinguish the Adept from the normal, but that's all, you got detailed information about us from another person, say: Green-eyed**?" ”

"Why not the red-haired Judas?"

"Because the redhead Judas is Sean. Battier's biological son," Hopkins said, "Sean. All that Battier had was going to be his, and he didn't need to make a mess of his stuff. He smiled thoughtfully for a moment: "So--it can only be **." As far as I know, some people think that Sean. Battier had been sitting in the place of the owner of the Paradise Palace casino for long enough, and they could still bear it when he had no heirs and grew old day by day, but Sean. Batyr found Judas, his son, his heir. Those people are very unhappy about this, they don't want a 'king', they just want a 'surrogate'. They chosen, or rather, they chose them when they weren't yet '**—an ambitious, reckless young man, not a native Las Vegasian, no family, no solid roots, no trusted mentors, no loyal helpers, and little understanding of the undercurrents or unspoken rules, even though he had an uncle, or uncle? But a city councilor's influence is limited after all, and he may become the second 'Sean' in the future. Battier', but it will take at least ten years, during this time, those people can develop their own power in peace, if not, they can also kill him directly, it will not be better than killing Sean. Battier is a little harder. ”

"What a nasty guy." Ivan muttered in a low voice, "Okay," he raised his voice, "Closer to home, do you still want her?" He shook what he was holding: "And ...... This one?! ”

(To be continued)