Not to mention that Uhula is the communications officer, she is sensitive to sound, and she immediately caught the slightest noise around her.

Captain Kirk and the others hurriedly stood on guard, leaning together with pots and pans and other weapons in their hands, and probing around.

Speaking of Captain Kirk's group, they were also unlucky, they were supposed to be good protagonists to save the world, but they were captured and exiled by Wang Zheng's inconvenience, and the captain of a dignified spaceship battleship got a world where he didn't have a personal weapon, which can be regarded as pitiful. At this time, the weapon in his hand was still coming out of the kitchen.

The footsteps became clearer, and the others finally noticed it.

Captain Kirk looked at the seven men and women at the long table with a faint smile on their faces and a look of play. After hesitating for a moment, he finally didn't rush forward. In addition to being afraid of Uncle Merlin's double-barreled hunting gun, there is also a little bit of impulsiveness that got them to this step because of his previous impulse, and he is not so confident in his own judgment.

The sound got closer and closer, and when the direction could be clearly discerned, a secret passage opened on the four walls at the same time, and four women dressed in tight leather clothes, two white and two black, walked out in the same rhythm.

It was only then that Kirk and the others understood why they had only heard the footsteps of one person, but Uhula used "they" to describe it. It turned out that these four people had reached a terrifying realm at the same time, and the four of them were like one person, with exactly the same movements, steps, and even the eyes staring at them.

Captain Kirk felt a chill rush up his scalp from his tail vertebrae, and goosebumps instantly rose. It stands to reason that he has been in the universe for such a long time, and he has seen a lot of civilizations and strange races of various races, but none of them have given her such a dangerous feeling. Perhaps this time is different from before, without the support of the Federation fleet, he has lost the goal of struggle and the last confidence in his heart.

The bishop didn't look up, picked up the knife and fork and gently cut the lamb liver on the plate, and said lightly: "Kamal." Clean up, a good celebration party can't be disturbed by a few lost little mice. ”

The four leather-clad women nodded at the same time and replied, "Yes, Lord Bishop!" ”

Immediately, they shook their hands at the same time, and two sleeve knives more than a foot long suddenly jumped out from under their wrists, with a little high heels under their feet, and they didn't even say hello, and attacked Kirk and his group directly from all sides.

One side attacks ruthlessly, the other side fights hard, one side has an advantage in weapons, and the other side has an advantage in numbers. On one side is a brutally trained dead soldier, and on the other side is a professional soldier who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

The strength is evenly matched, the dangerous moves are stacked, and the movements of several people are getting faster and faster, and a series of metal resonances of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" are heard continuously.

Uncle Merlin took a sip of red wine with interest. Squinted his eyes and said: "The skills are quite good, clean and neat, full of strength, and it is really a fighting technique used by the military!" ”

Fia, a glamorous woman, flicked her wine glass with her white fingers. laughed softly: "So, those old foxes in the military are playing tricks?" ”

The sheriff shook his head slightly and said, "It's unlikely, if they have crooked thoughts, we can't not receive any news!" ”

"Then you mean. These soldiers are full of food and support to come over and make trouble, or are they simply lost and lost here? ”

Hearing the key word lost, Captain Kirk was kicked in the face several times by a woman in white leather clothes. I shouted in my heart: yes, we are lost! However, these words can only be churned in his heart, and it is impossible for him to come out with an act that is tantamount to shame. A fire nested in his heart and couldn't be vented, he roared wildly, held the kitchen knife that had been cut out of the gap with both hands, and slashed it fiercely. For the first time, the woman in white leather was repulsed.

The outfits of these four women are quite interesting, they are all about the same size, although their faces are a little different, but under heavy makeup and eye shadow, and the same head shape, they all look similar. From a distance, they look like two pairs of twins who look very similar.

However, it is easy to tell them apart because of the different colors of clothing.

Although they all have the same style of leather clothes, it is not as simple as black wearing black and white wearing white. Rather, it is a staggered grid. In other words, each color of leather clothing is worn by two women, one white and one black. Therefore, coupled with their own skin color, there are four kinds of white and white, white and black, black and white, and black and black, as if reflecting an alternative reincarnation, showing that they don't look at it as four people, but actually as a whole.

This is similar to the previous time when they appeared, and the unified movements and expressions echoed back and forth.

Hannibal gracefully put a piece of lamb liver into his mouth, chewed it gently, glanced up at the battlefield in front of him, and said: "Kitchenware is an artifact that transforms decay into magic, and although they are approachable and allow anyone to use them in any way, there are very few people who really understand and listen to their voices. ”

As he spoke, he regretfully glanced at the kitchen utensils that had been damaged to the point of not working, but were still being waved as life-saving straws by Kirk and his gang, and sighed.

"Everything has an end, and in one way or another, the end is the most important part of its journey," the bishop smiled lightly. Don't be sorry for it, this is the real beginning. ”

Hearing that the bishop was taking the opportunity to preach again, the sheriff felt that his head was big, so he quickly diverted the words and said, "This is Kamal, known as Kamal, the strongest defensive angel under the bishop?" ”

"That's right!" The nun smiled, "Among the eight archangels, the combat power ranks second. ”

The demon girl Fia suddenly said, "So how many are you?" ”

The nun smiled and said, "I'm not among them, I'm a saint!" ”

Fia squinted her eyes and said, "I think it seems that you have risen from the Eight Great Angels." Isn't it? Charismatic Angel Haniya. ”

The nun's face changed, and then she quickly returned to her original state, smiling and not speaking again.

The sheriff and the others were not interested in the intrigue between the two women, and regarded the fight in front of them as a program to accompany the meal, and ate a big meal in a happy mood.

Captain Kirk was about to vomit blood, and the black woman in white leather in front of him seemed to be eyeing him, and from the beginning to the present, the stormy attack has never stopped. Even if his companions came to sneak attack, the woman mostly dodged directly, and then attacked again.

The companions couldn't count on it, the most capable of fighting among the five of them was Kirk himself, the remaining four middle Spock and Uhura could barely deal with one by one, and the remaining medical officer Old Bone and Miss Marcus were simply physical waste, and the two of them were beaten by the white woman and were covered in injuries.

The bishop suddenly put down his knife and fork, frowned slightly, and said, "Kamal, it's been three minutes, how long are you going to play?" ”

The four women, whose eyes were getting more and more excited, suddenly shook their bodies, and the speed of the knife suddenly became several times faster, just a few brushes of the knife wounds that were already all over the body of the five Kirk, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Just as they were about to be finished, a gunshot rang out in the hall.

"Bump!"

"Bang dang!"

The chandelier directly above the long table fell down with a bang, and slammed it down with a thousand powers. There was a sound of shattering, debris flying everywhere, and the long table collapsed with a bang, and the elaborate dishes of the large table were instantly spilled on the ground, becoming leftovers that could only be thrown into the trash can to feed the wild cats.

Sensing the abnormality, the few people sitting on the side quickly withdrew from the distance, leaving only Les, who was holding a knife and fork to face a ruined bishop and a piece of shards, but still gnawing on the big calf in his hand with a knife.

The bishop's disguised kind mask finally couldn't be put on, the cold light in his eyes shone out, he threw down the knife and fork in his hand, reached into his arms and felt a white handkerchief in the crisp "jingle" sound, and gently inserted it into his cheek. A trail of blood rippled across it.

"Okay, great!" The Bishop laughed angrily, his gaze unusually bright in the dim light. "How many years? I've forgotten how many years I've not been hurt, thank you for making me reconfirm that my blood is also bright red, how can I thank you...... What about you? (To be continued......)