In the dark, Su Xiaobai stood alone in front of the pile of corpses and slowly leaned down.

Groping around, I found the five game coins scattered and picked them up in the palm of my hand.

Blood ran down his arm like rain on his skin, touching the tip of the murder weapon's black iron nail, mixing with the blood of the deceased and dripping onto the ground.

The audience was silent, only his steady breathing mobilized the hearts of the audience.

"What I lost, I will get it back personally."

Su Xiaobai muttered to himself, snatching what should have belonged to him from the corpse's hands.

At this point, the life and death situation is over, and the thing is returned to its original owner.

However, the power supply to the lighthouse has not arrived for a long time, and the shooting range is still shrouded in a dark curtain, and the smell of blood tickles everyone's nerves.

"Now, deliver on your promise."

He leaned over the ground, turned over the abrupt corpses, and walked forward.

Until they hit the wall of the tower, they moved along the rough side of the concrete, and finally, they stood in front of the door of the tower again.

Step by step, I found the location of the steps, and as I walked up the steps, my breathing became heavier.

At the same time, the sound of bulky footsteps becomes particularly prominent in the small space...........

Until five minutes have passed.

"Yo, came back alive?"

At the end of the stairs, the sound of ridicule sounded, and Su Xiaobai raised his head and responded with a smile: "If I don't come back, your six game coins will be lost." ”

"Hahaha, look at your panting, come up!"

As the words fell, the bald man's arm rested under his palm, guiding him forward.

At the same time, the Sage's Hand unexpectedly activated, and a message popped up.

[Bald man: Gatling, 41 years old.] In his early years, he worked as an arms dealer and now works as a lighthouse keeper. 】

Su Xiaobai glanced at the subtitles and continued to walk forward.

Until he came to a corner and entered the room, the lamp shimmering on the desk, barely illuminating his vision.

"You sit down first."

Under the command of the bald man, Su Xiaobai sat on the sofa on the side, and a sense of relaxation followed.

There was still some pain in the shoulder, but the bleeding had basically stopped, but it was a pity that the long sleeves were dyed a sticky red.

He turned to look at the bald man and asked, "When will the power be restored?" ”

"Don't worry, at least an hour," the bald man replied amusefully, then rummaging through his closet, "let me see if there's anything for a young man.........

"This off-white trench coat is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, and indeed held an off-white trench coat in his hand, with a tie at the waist, and the tail of the coat fell straight to the tip of his toes.

The bald man glanced at Su Xiaobai's shoulder, and threw the trench coat over. A faint fragrance comes from the surface of the clothes, similar to the scent of flowers, but it is very unique.

As for the clothes themselves, they are ordinary.

"What you smell is the floral fragrance of Manzhu Sawah, a kind of fragrance that is rarely seen in ordinary times, and it is my personal preference." The bald man slowly closed the door of the cabinet and explained in a deep voice.

When Su Xiaobai heard this, he nodded and put his clothes on his chest.

Then, he turned his head to look at the wound on his left shoulder, where the blood was still leaking out.

It seems that the way of compression alone cannot completely stop the bleeding of the wound.

"Did the bullets go in? If you go in, I can provide after-sales service. ”

At this moment, Gatling, who was sitting at his desk, looked at himself and asked, already having a sharp saber and a bundle of bandages in his hand.

Su Xiaobai was stunned in his heart, and hurriedly refused: "That's not true." ”

"Okay, you can bandage it yourself."

The bald man responded in a deep voice, and the bandage was thrown over and fell into Su Xiaobai's arms.

After some replacement, the wound on his shoulder was re-wrapped with a bandage, and the hemostatic effect was very obvious.

He didn't intend to throw away the blood-soaked long sleeves that he had replaced, but put them back in the black bag.

"Try that gray trench coat and see if it fits." The bald man held the phone in his hand and drew a little attention to Su Xiaobai's proposal.

After closing the sentence, he turned sideways again, facing out of the window.

Su Xiaobai looked at the windbreaker on his body, it fit quite well, and it gave people a feeling of a stable boss.

Only after he was properly dressed did he make his way to the marble table.

The bald man who ignored the phone call, and the promised six game coins backhanded on the table, then pulled his sleeves and sat back in his original position.

Counting the expenditure and income of the game currency, so far, there are still 15 left, but for Su Xiaobai's loss, it is actually only 1.

He looked relaxed, leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes, which was a rare opportunity to rest.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of telephone communication in his ears finally stopped, and Su Xiaobai woke up from his nap and asked sideways, "How is the situation?" ”

At this time, the bald man had already put down the landline phone and responded with a smile: "She should be coming soon, she will be there in a few seconds." ”

"Who?"

"Maintenance staff, delicious Miss Jairo."

There was something provocative about his words, and he looked out the door and licked his lips.

"Knock knock!"

Coincidentally, there was a knock on the door, followed by a middle-aged woman with a pink face and a thin waist, who was scantily clad and carrying a toolbox in her hand.

The red high heels slammed against the ground with a pleasant sound.

At first, it was normal, and the two of them talked a few words warmly, and then they couldn't be separated again.

In the dim light, they hugged affectionately in the office, but the clothes on their bodies were getting less and less.

Su Xiaobai suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked out of the door to avoid it.

This kind of plot, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere...........

"How much longer?"

He leaned against the wall and asked the couple in the room.

Inside, there were two responses, and they were even up and down.

"It depends on Mr. Gatling........

"Then it depends on whether Miss Jairo is good or not!"

Asking is equivalent to not asking, Su Xiaobai rolled his eyes, and hurriedly walked down the stairs in the rapid sound of firecrackers.........