**Walk into Sean. Battier's room, the room was no longer restored, the monitors that had been embedded and hung on the ceiling, walls, and floors had been completely destroyed, the remaining metal shells twisted and stretched out sharp tentacles into the air, the shards of glass glittered in the dark corners, and the ostrich leather shoes stepped on them, and they creaked and moaned discontentedly under the tough soles - several of the most trusted subordinates walked around the room, cautiously searching for any clues they might catch, their guns have opened the safety card slot.

Sean's desk tilted forward, the glossy skin of the behemoth had been completely uncovered, only the four harp arm-shaped legs could still leave some traces of the past, and one leg could even be said to be well maintained, even if there were wires and siding smoke blocking the view, ** you could still clearly see the gilt at the tip of the lion's claw leg and the scar on the inside of the curved leg to enhance the sense of antiquity, and the table top was not so lucky - the wooden board covering the outside of the steel plate was lifted off, An ugly hole had been blasted in the center of the steel plate, and the folds at the edge of the hole were so dense that it was hard to believe that it was made from a piece of metal - it looked like a chocolate wrapper that someone had discarded.

**I remember putting the ice bucket in that place - the ice bucket was filled with ice water and ice cubes, and a bottle of sparkling wine, and under the wine was a small detonating device with a packet of liquid mixed explosives attached to it, and the detonator would detonate the explosives whenever someone picked up the bottle. When it comes to delivering small sandwiches, caviar, and this bottle of sparkling wine with a hidden killer in the room, the one who worries the most is Sean. Battier would invite him to stay and have a drink, or before he could leave the room, the overly attentive red-haired Judas would pick up the bottle, but luckily neither of them happened - the problem was, the person he was trying to deal with was gone.

That's right. It's gone, there's no blood, no brains, no flesh, bones, or pieces of clothes, they're like pretty girls in a magic cupboard, waving their hands, whistling and gone.

The explosion rushed out of the room, frantically tearing the chandelier in the corridor and the paintings on the wall, and the carpet, less than five minutes before ** walked out of the room. Sean. Battier's quirky habits have only one door in the room, not a single window, and the walls, ceiling, and floor are filled with monitor-connected monitors as much as possible. So that he can monitor the situation in the entire casino at any time and from now - there is only a corridor and an elevator outside the door, and it is crowded with ** people. There were at least a dozen pairs of eyes staring at the door—no one showed their heads there after ** walked out.

** Thought there was a secret passage or a secret room hidden in the room that he didn't know about, but it backfired, and they searched the entire room in a matter of minutes. Didn't even find Sean. Batyr or a hair of Judah.

"Do you want to continue?" A subordinate asked.

"Nope." Saying that his fingers involuntarily rubbed the hem of his coat, Battier had once mocked and warned him, that it was a small action that easily exposed his inner activity, like a dog wagging its tail when it was excited, but it couldn't be changed: "We have more important things to do...... Never mind. There's always a way to find them—no matter what toilet they've been hiding in before. ”

***

"Toilet?" The girl said, her voice high and high-pitched: "So what are we?" Feces? She chuckled nervously, "That's pretty good." It stinks, it sucks. ”

"Lila." The "head" threw a warning glance, and the girl named Lila lowered her voice, but the purple black mouth was still stubbornly upturned, poor makeup skills. Judas thought that the girl's eyeshadow was cyan. It was as heavy as if she had been punched twice, the shadow of the wings of her nose was too heavy, her nose was narrow and pointed, her eyebrows were exaggerated into her fluffy and curly black hair, and she looked like a little witch from a fairy tale book - maybe she was the one who saved Judas and Sean just now. Battier's life, she carried them through the wall - the shock wave from the explosion followed their heels.

Not only did they pass through one wall, but after the initial horror had passed, Judas was led through the next few rooms with his eyes open...... It's hard to describe, but if you had to give an example, Judas could only say that there were some similarities to falling into quicksand—he had been tricked by the neighbor's older children when he was very young, and he cried and screamed, and they only laughed and applauded—and he didn't remember much about what happened after that, and finally, the clearest memory was the moment when he was dragged by the collar and brought out of the quicksand.

It's a wonderful thing to be alive.

Judas fell to the top of his chair, and he felt like he had been punched in the chest several times. Batyr was worse off than he was, and with a pale face he refused Judas's help, and lay on his back on the ground, breathing heavily for a while, until he finally evened out his breathing.

"They'd feel better if they slowed down a little bit," Lila said, "but you know," she shrugged, "and it wasn't going to be a good way back then...... Uh-huh, I mean, slow and life-threatening. ”

"Chief" nodded indifferently, as long as everyone was alive and there were no injuries left that were difficult to heal, the uncomfortable point was really nothing--Lila's abilities were still very useful, not to mention that she was only thirteen years old this year--the abilities of the Adepts would change, expand, and enhance over time, and this had been confirmed, and she would be stronger, more special, and more perfect in the future.

"Hey, old man, you've covered me." Lila said she unceremoniously kicked Battier.

If ** could find this room, he would be amazed at how this room was with Sean. Similar to Battier's original room, the six sides here are also covered with monitors connected to the monitoring probes, the Palace of Heaven (including Battier's original room), and the "Celestial Sphere" and even every inch of the cute little houses named after the various floors of Heaven, every second can be found on one of the screens, Sean. Battier was covering the Baccarat table of the "Celestial Sphere", and he raised his eyelids to see that the girl's calves were wrapped in black glittering stockings, and many holes were deliberately made to make people see the contents of the stockings, and her shoes had high, thick heels. White, reminding him of what the ladies of the Orient showed under their ornate robes, small wooden stilts that clucked on the ground.

Out of a male-specific tolerance for a little girl of this age, Battier rolled over, got out of the way, and sat up, so that the wayward little witch could see what she wanted to see.

"What is this?"

Lila made a look and gesture that wanted to vomit.

What looks on the screen ...... It is easy to think of the stomach, a living mass, detached from the cavity and esophagus, intestines. Soft whirring meat.

***

Hopkins, who had taken the pistol, seemed to have lost interest in holding it up to his head, and he aimed it directly at Ivan.

Ivan dodged faster than a bullet, and he also pulled down his dark-haired female companion. Almost as fast as a bullet were the men who had been standing behind Hopkins, Catherine, and the two boys, and they fired without hesitation—the recoil was transmitted from the barrel to the wrists and arms, and they thought they would hear the screams of pain right away, as they had ever done before.

The flesh-colored film sprang out and spread from Beelzebub's feet, and it was pinpointing the back of the Hopkins father and son and Catherine. The bullet went into the flesh and was immediately enveloped. The flesh wriggled as if chewing.

"What should I do?" Beelzebub said: "I hate bullets. ”

"Then spit it out." Sasha said that his fingers were still hooked with Beelzebub, and that a small, even stream of light flowed from one end to the other, and that Beelzebub's trust allowed Sasha to use his body and abilities in part. The flesh-colored film swayed, and the bullets, which had been badly deformed by the obstacles encountered in high-speed travel, were exposed, densely packed. Like peppercorns garnished on a chicken steak.

When Sasha said "spit it out", there were probably only two people, no, three of them reacted as they should, and Ivan grabbed his brunette female companion. rolled behind a pillar while Catherine and Big Hopkins wanted to move. The membrane that had been just blocking them suddenly rolled up from back to front, and they were wrapped in it, not revealing a single thing.

Catherine couldn't move, she couldn't see anything, but she could breathe—the membrane was tightly clinging to her skin, it was warm, it had a slight pulsation, and Catherine didn't feel like it was a big one—it was strips, relaxing and tightening as it squirmed, just like the muscles of a human.

Somewhere not far from Catherine's "dough roll" suddenly tightened, it paused for a second or two, and suddenly relaxed - the bullets that were absorbed by the muscles were ejected, and the "Yankees" closest to them were also the first to suffer, the deformed bullets hurt the human body more at the same speed, several of them had their faces and throats torn apart, their chests were split, and after they fell, it was the turn of the gamblers who were too dull in their minds or feet because of age or alcohol, but fortunately Beelzebub was "on the body" at this time There are not many bullets left.

***

"Big scene." The "chief" said, throwing a chocolate with a matsutake cream core into his mouth.

When the whole scene calmed down - the lavish little casino now looked like a third-rate bloody horror set, and some gamblers who wanted to escape found the doors locked, crying, yelling and screaming sharply, desperately banging with their fingers, feet or chairs and other moving objects on what stood in their way, from people to doors to walls.

Behind them, the active mass of meat was still growing, and it took up about three full Baccarat tables, barely touching the chandelier.

"Don't tell the guy who can make me better is this," Lila shouted in disbelief, "I'm going to die if you want me to be that fat!" ”

(To be continued)

PS: I'm sorry, readers!

Yuyu has finally crawled out of the overtime hell!

Organize book reviews and tips tomorrow! Next, you can basically keep the daily update, if you can't, then it will be double on the next day - the same as before.