A short light brown hair that is combed very well to the left, the sideburns are slightly gray, and the hairline is relatively backward, which makes it appear that the head is very wide, the eye sockets are deep, the pupils are very dark green, and the beard with sideburns is not too long, about half a finger.

The bridge of the nose is very high, the tip of the nose is slightly red, and it has a very typical Caucasian appearance.

Wearing a complete set of monochrome pure gray suits, the materials can be seen to be very elegant, especially the lines on the clothes and pants are very straight, which shows that not only the materials are exquisite, but also a lot of thought has been put into ironing this suit.

Inside is a white shirt with horizontal stripes, a tie with a red bottom and a black checkered necklace, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes, the texture of the upper is neat and smooth, although it is impossible to see what kind of leather it is from a distance, but it is definitely not a street product.

Turtledove, who was raised by Hannibal the man-eating mouse since childhood, has a real "gentleman" by his side, - Hannibal can be said to be more attentive to his dresses than anything else, so the turtledove has been influenced by his ears and eyes, not to mention anything else, at least he still has a lot of knowledge in this aspect of dressing.

Of course, when it comes to turtledove, he himself doesn't care much about what to wear, so he always looks sloppy, because of this, turtledove usually argues with Hannibal and the two of them.

Disputes are disputes, Hannibal is definitely a serious "gentleman model" in Turtledove's heart, and when he sees this new face walking next to a group of clones, Turtledove feels that his up-and-down outfit is enough to sit at the same table with Hannibal and eat.

Hannibal not only dresses well, but he also has many rules when eating, so Turtledove didn't like to sit and eat with Hannibal before, it was too depressing.

"This old guy is such a."

As he said this, he thought of the city of rats, thousands of miles away, and Hannibal, who didn't know how his health was lately.

……

"Don't make a sound."

The worm glared at the turtledove fiercely, and then pressed the turtledove's head down heavily.

Just now, the power supply in the entire subway system suddenly returned to normal, and the lights inside and outside the platform turned on at the same time, and the little worm planned to take this opportunity to find out if there were any other exits, after all, without knowing the subway line, it is very likely to get lost if you go deep rashly.

If he could get out of here, Worm thought it would be good.

The idea in her mind had just come to her, and the sensor door at the entrance and exit at the end of the platform opened with a "bang", and then a clone army of hundreds of people walked in with neat steps and stopped there.

There was also an unfamiliar face standing beside these heavily armed clones, and the reason why I say that his face was unfamiliar was that this old man in his fifties did not look like the black strong men, nor was he completely different from the white "multiples" who had first dressed in overalls.

If you want to see a unique face in this city, except for the "elite squad" who were just captured, the turtledove and the small worm, the others are really rare.

The well-dressed old man didn't look like a good stubble, he casually took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigar from which he had smoked nearly half of it, and took a silver lighter to light it, took a long puff of comfort, and finally spit out a faint cloud of smoke.

"This old guy is quite good at enjoying it."

The turtledove, who raised his head again, couldn't help but sneer again, and the little insect next to him glared, and the turtledove pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"No, yes, yes, yes."

The little worm said to the turtledove word by word, in order not to make too much movement, the little worm was communicating with the turtledove in lip language the whole time, and it could be seen that she was quite nervous now.

Seeing that the turtledove finally shut up completely, the little worm put his eyes back on the entrance, only to see that the clones who carried a lot of weapons with them after a short pause, they divided into two groups, and walked quickly towards the subway passages on the left and right, and disappeared from view after a short time.

As for the old man, who was used by the turtledove with the word "sao bao", he still stood there smoking his cigar, presumably wanting to wait until he was done smoking his cigar before leaving.

"Do you want me to go over ......?"

The turtledove raised his hand and scratched his neck while talking to the worm, meaning to kill the other party, and the worm thought for a few seconds and shook his head.

Although the heavily armed clone army is gone, and the old man is now alone, the other party's appearance makes it clear that he can't be a small role.

According to the classification in the game, the white "multiples" are like the lowest, most rubbish miscellaneous soldiers, the black strong men are the ordinary elite monsters with strong strength, and the heavily armed clone soldiers are the elite monsters of the excellent level.

As for this old man, how does he look like a lord-level monster, not to mention anything else, the powerful aura of the people is there, even if he is not a final-level lord, at least he is a tricky and abnormal little lord.

Therefore, Xiao Worm does not recommend that the turtledove play a seventy-two way sweep in front of the other party in the past now, one is not clear about the strength of the old man for the time being, and the other is not necessary at all.

Since the worm didn't agree, the turtledove had to dispel this idea, and hid behind the vending machine with the worm, quietly watching the old man pretend.

……

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The little worm thought that the other party would turn around and leave after smoking the half of the cigar, but after he finished smoking half of the cigar, he took out another one from the cigarette case and lit it for himself.

"Don't get excited," the worm tugged at Turtledove's arm, "Do you think this person is an easy character to deal with?" Don't blame me for not telling you beforehand, anyway, I don't think this old man is a soft persimmon, and probably a hard nail that will break your head and bleed. ”

As soon as the worm said this, the turtledove was even more unconvinced in his heart, he felt that he couldn't be afraid of such a bad old man, not for anything else, as the saying goes, "don't steam steamed buns to fight for breath", and he can't let the worm flatten himself.

The turtledove was about to rush out, but the little worm dragged the turtledove's arm and refused to let go, and the two of them argued for less than a few seconds, and there was movement in the subway passage, so that the turtledove and the little worm looked at it one after another, and they no longer argued.

Two clone warriors walked in front, with a human with a bloody face in the middle—like someone from an "elite squad".