"There is a number without notes, and the call log shows last week." Alice is thrown to Kerry.

He picked up his phone and began to look through the address book.

There are only about twenty contacts in it, and the notes on it are written with a rather age-sensitive name, what Blake, Katie and the like, and its effect is roughly similar to the Celestial Empire's Cuihua, Shufang and the like.

There were two unmarked phone calls, dated a week earlier, when the Bloods had arrived in Fox Town.

Reopening Charlie's phone, Kerry quickly found the number, and it seemed that the owner of the number was in touch with both Bloods.

Otherwise, there will be no such phone number on both phones.

"Was that Bloodline still in the bar when you came here?" Kerry pinched his chin in thought.

Now there are three possibilities for the owner of this number: 1. Three bosses of the Bloodline. 2. The contact information of the other team of Bloodlines, which Charlie mentioned in the bar, went to Alice and their family. 3. The last of the three bloods is named Paul.

Each of these is highly probable.

"He was eating on a tank when I left, and now I don't know if he left." Alice clasped her hands and stared at Kerry, "What did you think of?" ”

Kerry shook his phone and told Alice all his speculations and thoughts.

"Tsk." Alice's good-looking little face was full of tangles, and it looked like she was just as undecided as Kerry.

After all, every conclusion is very probable, and the result of rash action will only lead to a surprise and alert the opponent.

"I have a solution." Kerry smiled and told Alice to take out her phone and dial the phone.

Seeing Kerry's calm and relaxed appearance, Alice also put her mind at ease and stared at the ceiling boredly, there seemed to be a lot of black footprints on it?

"Toot toot." The phone answered, interrupting Alice's thoughts, and she held her breath as she stared at Kerry's performance.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and the other party seemed alert and did not intend to communicate with each other.

Kerry raised an eyebrow at Alice, motioning for her to watch her performance.

I saw Kerry rub his throat, and then said in a very standard broadcast tone: "Hello, this gentleman, here Stark Industries, we are working on the 80th anniversary of our founding, you are very lucky, among all the users with the tail number 857, you are now required to pay 100 US dollars to cooperate with our delivery, and will give you a downtown building and a big bull." ”

Hearing Kerry's blind boasting, Alice pursed her lips lightly to avoid laughing out loud, sure enough, this guy has a lot of ghost ideas, and in this case, the fool will believe it, and the smart person has two choices, just hang up and open his mouth to tease the liar, of course, there are also Zuan people who are in a bad mood to greet the liar's genealogy.

"Falk oil, you damn liar, you fooled your father, you little bastard, I should feed you my big dick!" There was a fluency of unwanted insults on the other end of the phone, and the rhythm even felt like Ni buddy rapping.

"Sir, please don't get excited, because our system shows that you are in Fox Town at this time, so we decided to draw you as the lucky spectator because the houses in Fox Town are cheap." Kerry was keenly aware of the sound of dynamic music coming from the other end of the phone, and Alice with a wicked smile on his face handed over the cheap keyboard from the shelf, and Kerry knocked it to highlight a profession.

Kerry felt that it was a pity that he and Alice didn't act, and that not everyone could be able to do things seriously without laughing.

"Toot toot toot...," the phone hung up.

"Do you hear that?"

"It's the blood family named Paul." Kerry dropped his phone and his eyes flashed: "He's still at the bar." ”

"What a greedy guy." The two looked at each other and smiled.

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"Fake, now fraudsters can even find people's locations, it's really getting more and more high-tech." Paul, who drank a lot of inferior blood, felt that the sky was dark, and the blood high in sugar and thick blood lipids was like fried food and sweet food that did not pay for his life.

He wiped his mouth, let go of his eyes and stared at the fat woman, and took a full breath, this was the first time in his life that he was full.

Because of his obesity, Paul is even more pathetic and unpopular than Charlie.

Therefore, in order to be able to eat food and not starve to death, Paul has long lost his bottom line, whether it is a tramp or some unique creature, he will not refuse.

"Hiccup, those two guys are so slow." Glancing at the phone, 30 minutes had passed since the two left.

After eating and drinking, he was ready to do some business, so he dialed Charlie's phone.

But there was only a series of busy tones on the other end of the phone and a hint that the other party was busy.

"Damn, why don't you answer the phone." Paul guessed that two of his teammates were secretly going out to eat alone.

Or maybe you haven't found the rat named "Kerry" yet?

Sure enough, without him Paul, his two waste teammates couldn't do anything.

There was deafening music in the bar, and Paul tilted his head slightly, as if he heard the sound of glass being smashed.

"Whoa."

"What's that?" Paul grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

With his superior eyesight, he saw that what was thrown in was a round gadget that looked like a grenade from a distance.

Wait, grenades?

Paul's fat body shook and trembled, and he hurriedly got up, although the Bloods did not possess human grenades and bullets, after all, these things were not deadly.

But they will also be injured by these thermal weapons, after all, the flesh is mortal, in general they are not out of the category of carbon-based creatures, flesh and blood, if they can be able-bodied, who wants to try the taste of being blown away by a grenade? Isn't it fragrant to live well?

So Paul is ready to use the Bloodline magic to escape from here, that is, the Bloods will basically teleport.

He has some knowledge of grenades, and the general detonation time is 3~5 seconds.

But a strong purple light exploded in the dance hall, and only "Bang!" was heard. Paul felt as if he had been thrown into magma, and he let out a terrible scream of burning pain, the pain that made his mind go blank, let alone the idea of running away.

Coupled with the pain caused by the inferior blood he had drunk earlier, Paul was like a fish thrown on a board, unable to move.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the "click" sound of his feet stepping on the shards of glass.

A male voice seemed to come from afar: "On-site question: Please predict which country will win the football World Cup in 08?" ”

World Cup, how do you know? As Paul thought this, there was a sharp pain in his head, and then he lost consciousness completely, and the world went dark.