About an hour later, Iron Fist and Ye Heren, who had successfully contacted several other people, arrived at the agreed place,

After pushing the car door, Ye Heren stretched out his hand slightly and raised it in front of his forehead, blocking the strong sunlight shining down from the sky. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After seeing Ye Heren and Iron Fist, Qingqiu and Rhythm, who were waiting on the bench next to the square, stood up.

"You two are finally here, have you all disposed of the corpses?" Although he was more relieved about the two of them, he still asked with some concern.

After seeing Ye Heren and Iron Fist nodding, Rhythm pointed to a three-story hotel near the square with a very covert movement, and then whispered, "Qingqiu and Altaïr have determined that that building should be the hiding place of the criminals. ”

After looking at the hotel that could almost be called resplendent, Iron Fist pinched his brows, and then said in a slightly emotional tone: "This is really ...... Luxury, obviously still fighting with us, is it so bold to live in such a hotel in the center of the city, is it not afraid that we will find out? ”

"The most dangerous place is the safest place, let's go, Altaïr is keeping a watch near the hotel, and the explosion has a lot of backup explosives in the vicinity of the hotel."

Following behind a few people, while listening to Qingqiu explain the order of the entire plan, Ye Heren rubbed his chin and didn't know what he was thinking, and only after walking across the street from the main entrance of the hotel did Ye Heren suddenly say in a loud voice: "Uh...... It's just a whim, but ......"

The convict sitting on the sofa kept coughing, and after hearing the sound of the door behind him, he hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and then raised his head and asked quietly, "Is there any situation?" ”

The man who walked in was none other than Hannibal, who stood beside the criminal and bent down slightly, then placed the tablet in his hand in front of the criminal's eyes.

At this time, the screen on the tablet is divided into 4 pieces, each of which demonstrates the content of different areas, and the one in the lower left corner shows the figures of Rhythm, Ye Heren, and Iron Fist.

"Is it just these three? I think there were six of them...... Oh yes. The clown who attacked the suicide attack is dead, so there should be five more people! Looking at the three people in the camera, the criminal asked out loud with some puzzlement.

Hannibal had a calm smile on his face, and he explained unhurriedly: "According to my calculations, the remaining two people should be protecting the two Silver Tongues, so they only sent three men to attack. ”

The criminal shook his head slightly, then pinched the bridge of his nose and said with a little impatience: "This way, the next time you go to attack those two silver tongues, increase the intensity of the attack a little, it is difficult to successfully take them down by only sending ordinary special forces, and by the way, tell Moriarty that the pace of the conquest plan will be accelerated a little more." ”

After confirming the criminal's orders and finishing the ministry, Hannibal nodded respectfully, and then turned and walked towards the door, just as Hannibal put his hand on the doorknob, he shrugged his nose slightly, and then thought to himself: "Well...... The taste of blood. ”

The thought crossed Hannibal's mind for a moment, and then he pushed open the door and headed outside.

First ordered to strengthen the combat strength of the attack, Hannibal saw Moriarty in the corridor leading to the command room, he stepped forward a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Mr. Moriarty, Mr. Criminal, I asked you to speed up the process of the conquest plan, the time has been too long. ”

Moriarty nodded, but instead of turning away, he asked with a strange smile on his face, "Mr. Lecter, are you thinking the same as I am thinking?" ”

"If Mr. Moriarty is right, then we both think the same." Like a tongue twister, Hannibal said.

Nodding, Moriarty didn't ask any more questions, he turned and walked to the command room.

At this time, the criminal sitting on the sofa was holding the tablet in his hand in both hands, and he kept switching between the traces of the three people who followed the screen, Ye Herren.

And the strength shown by the three of Ye Heren is also quite strong, and the powerful soldiers who are in charge of guarding along the way have not been able to survive a few rounds in front of the three of Ye Heren at all, and as for those strange traps, they will also be dismantled by the rhythm one by one.

The criminal glanced at the book on the coffee table, and then sighed helplessly, since the last time he read aloud a book summoned a character caused him to cough up blood, he found that his Silver Tongue ability seemed to be being weakened.

Compared to the silver tongues that Mo, Darius, and Maggie once appeared, the ability of criminals is really quite powerful.

In addition to the fact that he can read and summon things from books like any other silver tongue, the creatures he summons are forced to obey his orders, which is quite domineering, and there is no room for resistance at the moment.

And as the silver tongue that summoned those characters, the criminal has a natural sense of his own abilities.

He could clearly feel that he was emanating a myriad of threads, each of which led to a character he had read from the book, and because of these threads, those characters had to obey his commands.

But since the last time he vomited blood, he noticed that the threads were getting thinner and shorter, and they looked like they would break at any moment.

He also felt that his coercive control over others had become a little unreliable, and in only a few hours, the threads between many of the warriors he had summoned for assault had been completely broken with him.

"It's all these guys, it's all because of these guys that I was tortured like this, if it weren't for them, the plan to conquer the world could have been taken slowly, step by step, and I wouldn't have suffered as much as I have now!"

Thinking of this, the color on the criminal's face became even more ugly, originally he was not worried about getting sick or injured, because there were countless powerful doctors and mysterious medicines in the world of literature, and he could restore himself to his original self no matter which one he summoned, but when he found that he was no longer able to summon, this fact almost drove him crazy.

Reaching out and grabbing the mobile phone, the criminal dialed a series of numbers, then put the microphone of the mobile phone to his mouth and said loudly: "Those guys have reached the stairs on the second floor, now grab them all...... No, just kill it! ”