The Avenger Squad continues to train on Hard 10 difficulty.

The team's coordination and combat skills have been improved to a certain extent in more than six hours.

Forcefully hit the score of the difficult 10 from 86 points to 90 points.

I practiced until half past ten, then I disbanded and went home.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are dim.

Yang Guang was running on the road alone, remembering yesterday's incident, and suddenly worried about the old man.

I called him and couldn't get through, so I had to send him a text message.

What is the old man doing today?

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The suburbs of the southern capital, the northern wilderness area.

A huge fortress-like building, like a dormant beast in the dark night.

In the hall, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and red eyes was listening to his subordinates' reports.

"It's been a day and a night, and the young master still hasn't found it, and those dog cubs are afraid of the smell of the black tiger, so they can't be of much use. ”

The middle-aged man only snorted in his nose, indicating that he understood.

The subordinate said again: "The young master's chip can't be tracked, and the same is true for that Moji, and the tracker on the black tiger has no signal."

I'm afraid this ......"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and interrupted: "These two things are not enough to succeed and more than to fail, if they die in the mouth of some demon, then forget it, what they are afraid of is dying in the hands of people."

In my opinion, most of them are dead now.

However, the corpse must also be seen when it is dead, and if it is killed by someone, it must be investigated.

In the past few days, you have asked the people below not to go out to hunt at night, and wait until this matter is clarified. ”

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean, our stronghold was left behind during the last Great Purge.

It would be a pity if it was exposed because of this matter. ”

While the two were talking, there was a sudden burst of crackling gunfire outside.

The shot was so loud that you knew it was a large-caliber pistol.

The terrible thing is that the gunfire flickered far and near, east and west, and every time the shot rang out, it was accompanied by an exclamation, or a roar of rage.

But soon, the gunfire and the shouts of people died down at the same time.

The middle-aged man stood up and commanded at the same time, "What's going on outside, go and see!"

The subordinate ran to the door in a panic, and as soon as he opened the door, another gunshot rang out.

The gunshot was very close, very loud.

The subordinate's head burst open like a smashed watermelon, and red and white splattered out on the ornate carpet.

The corpse, which had lost most of its head, fell to the ground, and the door was pushed open.

A tall man in a trench coat, a cowboy hat, and two guns walked in unhurriedly from outside the gate.

The scarf around his neck was pulled up to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows under the brim of his cowboy hat.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face as usual asked coldly, "Who are you?"

He had already picked up the long sword in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

It's just that he can't perceive it at all now: what kind of realm is the gunman in front of him.

He had sensed that the entire colony had now fallen silent.

It only took this guy just over ten seconds to shoot all of his subordinates, including a master-level martial artist.

The man in the trench coat lifted the brim of his hat a little, revealing a pair of dark and shiny eyes.

"I'll ask you a question, and you answer, or I'll break your hands and feet first.

Throw you in the basement and feed the stuff you raised. ”

His voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke slowly and coherently, giving him an unmistakable feeling.

Gloomy middle-aged people don't know if they should do it now, or if they should open their mouths.

An invisible pressure is coming.

He was originally very confident in his swordsmanship, but suddenly felt that if his sword stabbed out, he would definitely miss.

So he didn't move his hands or open his mouth.

"Who are you from this stronghold?"

The man in the trench coat asked his first question, and at some point, the two extremely large pistols in his hand had fallen back into the holsters on either side of his waist.

This represents a certain degree of sincerity on his part, as well as his incomparable self-confidence.

The gloomy middle-aged man did not answer this question, the question was too difficult to answer.

So he began to wonder again about whether he wanted to do it or not.

It's a pity that he hesitated for too long, so long that the other party lost patience.

He only felt that his right hand holding the sword suddenly cooled......

"Bang!!"

A loud gunshot suddenly burst into his ears.

He noticed that the area below the forearm of his right hand was missing.

He didn't scream, he didn't even snort, because he didn't have time to feel the pain.

"I forgot to tell you, if you are too slow to answer questions, you will also be interrupted. ”

The gun in the windbreaker's hand was not put away again, and his voice was colder than just now: "It seems that you only have three chances, and I still have the same problem." ”

The gloomy middle-aged man was silent for two seconds, and the sharp pain began to hit, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, kill it!"

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out, and his other arm was missing.

"The answer is incorrect. ”

The man in the trench coat sighed: "Actually, even if you don't say it, I will find out, why do you bother?"

Lao Tzu suffers, and you also suffer.

Say, I promise you will die without a little pain. ”

The gloomy middle-aged man endured the pain, and roared in a cruel voice: "Who are you, why do you want to check us?"

He was answered by a gunshot.

He lost his balance and sat down, shocked to see that only a small part of his right calf remained, and the broken flesh and broken half of the leg bone were exposed to the air.

"You...... You're a devil......"

The middle-aged man's face was no longer gloomy at this time, his face was pale, and he trembled: "Give me a good time!"

The tall man in the trench coat was unmoved, he grabbed the middle-aged man's waistband and lifted him up easily.

"It seems that you won't be able to say it, so I'll let you ask for mercy. ”

The man in the trench coat carried the middle-aged man, as if he was familiar with the door, and soon found the very hidden basement switch, opened the door and entered.

In the basement, a hideous and ugly beast-shaped demon was locked in a cage made of special material, and the bloody aura made them furious, roaring and constantly hitting the metal cage, clanging loudly.

"What are you going to do...... Please don't ...... like that."

The poor fellow, who was bent on death, was still frightened when he thought that he was about to be eaten alive by the demon he had raised.

"Consider it for three seconds to you. ”

The cold gaze of the man in the trench coat was as sharp as a knife, and it stabbed into the eyes of the middle-aged man.

The poor fellow struggled and hesitated for two seconds, but finally relented.

It took him two minutes, speaking as fast as he could, to tell him everything he wanted to know.

He just wanted to be freed as soon as possible.

"I'm all done, can I die?"

"Absolutely. ”

The demon-like man shot him in anticipation.

He knocked the lock of a cage off.

Then under the angry eyes of the middle-aged man full of horror and remorse, he turned and left.

The sealed door of the basement closed with a bang, and it was once again in total darkness.

Three minutes later, the fortress building burst into flames.

No one took care of the fire, and it burned all night.

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