The Red Devil is dead.

The rest of the days, eat and drink raw.

It won't be long before you say it's gone!

Daniel Whitehorn, who was holding the phone, resounded in his mind that Rock's emotionless words were in his mind, and he fell into a silent stupor.

Red Devil ......

He's dead?

How can it be!

He's a demonic mutant of the Azasser clan, and didn't he go to the Fat Idiot tonight to get a new batch of Hell Black Gems, how could he die!

That's right!

Sentinel Secret Service.

Whitehoe suddenly remembered that his call was to William Stryker, not to Ruke.

But right now it's Luke who answers the phone.

This illustrates......

Really!

William Stryker chose Ruke anyway.

Damn it.

What kind of magic does this yellow-skinned monkey use, and why do you support him one after another, but not me!

Gideon Malik.

Wolfgang von Straker.

Anim Zola.

And William Stryker right now.

Whitehorse's mind came to mind the allies who supported Landing Ark both secretly and overtly, but just thinking about it made a strong sense of indifference welling up in his heart.

He didn't understand where he was worse than Luke.

But right now, it's not a good thing to think about this kind of thing.

As Luke said.

The Red Devil is dead, next, it's his turn.

Whitehoe knew that Luke couldn't be lying, and since he said so, it meant that the Red Devil's death was a foregone conclusion.

Next second!

Whitehoe took a deep breath.

"Director Dane, maybe we can have a good talk!"

“……”

Luke was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but glance at Stryker next to him, and then couldn't help but laugh.

The smile is hearty.

Because he was genuinely amused by Whitehorse's words.

"Maybe we can talk about it."

Luke repeated what Whitehoe had just said in a strange tone, and then smiled with an expression that you were afraid of teasing me: "Now we can talk, why did you go earlier, old dog?" ”

Obviously.

Whitehoe was really scared.

Otherwise, Whitehawk would not have said such a thing.

Talk?

TNM！

The smile on Lu Ke's face instantly retracted, and he said with a sneer: "Old dog, I remember that I told you that you can choose when this war will start, but when it will end, I have the final say, and now I think about surrendering and losing half?" I'm telling you explicitly, it's late! ”

Whitehoe listened to Luke's uncivilized old dog title on the phone, and his inner anger couldn't help but rise again.

"Luke, do you really think that without the Red Devil, I can only be slaughtered by you?"

"Yes!"

Luke gave an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Old dog, I have taken your life, and Jesus can't keep you if he wants to, I will say it." ”

White's whole body trembled: "Okay, good, good, I want to see how you take my life!" ”

After speaking.

Whitehoe slammed his phone against the wall with another thud, turning it into a corpse.

Whitehorse, who was ruddy and angry, pressed his hands on the table, his eyes were red: "Red Devil ......"

The words are not falling.

He had originally wanted the Red Devil to bring Anna to him, but he suddenly realized that the Red Devil would not be back for a long time after he left.

Whitehorse's face turned ugly again, and he could only lift his feet and walk outside.

Malibu.

Paradise Detours.

The Sentinel Agents were nervously washing the floor, carrying the fat headless demon corpse on the first floor and the Red Devil corpse on the second floor into the car.

Luke listened to the blind voice on the phone again, returned the phone to William Stryker, and shook his head a little speechlessly: "It's so rude, I hung up the phone without even saying hello." ”

You just took a bite of the old dog to Whitehouse, wasn't it rude?

Stryker thought to himself, but didn't say anything, just took back his phone, looked at Luke, and said pertinently, "Actually, you should listen to his conditions just now." ”

Luke and Stryker turned around and walked towards the door, listening to this sentence, they looked at it with some curiosity: "William, I thought that you who were deceived by this old dog, and who were pulled into the water by this old dog, would want me to kill him, and besides, if you choose me now, that old dog will definitely hate you." ”

Stryker nodded: "I know, my suggestion is just from the perspective of the partner, you should really listen to his conditions." ”

Luke shrugged: "Don't listen, I just want him dead." ”

Whitehorse, the old dog, had delayed him a lot.

Like what......

He originally planned that after restarting his genetic lock, he could start it and accelerate the pace of moving in the small universe by himself, or find a way to slay a dragon and bathe in dragon blood before restarting his second layer of genetic lock.

At the moment, although the small universe cannot be moved in an instant, he can accelerate the pace of migration of the small universe by creating holy clothes.

Let's put it this way.

It's like downloading.

Luke can speed up the download speed of the small universe by hanging an accelerator.

There is also a second layer of gene locks.

If he could find a dragon, bathe it in dragon blood after slaughtering it, he would be able to raise the quality of this body to a new level by opening the second layer of genetic locks, so that he could contain more soul power.

As a result.

It was all delayed by the old dog Whitehouse.

"He must die!"

Luke's mind turned, and he looked at Stryker with a serious expression: "He doesn't die, I can't understand my thoughts, I don't have to discuss." ”

Stryker opened his mouth, thinking that Luke was blaming him for speaking for Whitehoe, and quickly explained: "I mean, Whitehawk is the old Hydra, and he has escaped the Great Purge, such a person, there must still be cards in his hand, if he is cornered......"

The corners of Luke's mouth went up, and he and Stryker, standing outside the house, blowing the Malibu sea breeze, interrupted with a smile: "William, don't you think it will be interesting to watch an old dog being driven into a corner and watching him bark incompetently?" ”

He just wanted to push Whitehoe into a corner.

He spent a lot of time playing with Whitehorn to improve his strength, and so far, the assets that Whitehoe could lose to him were at most the income of his labor, but his labor hourly rate, Whitehoe had not paid him.

Luke smiled and said, "I'm just going to take out all his hole cards so that I can make sure that when I take over, I won't leave anything behind." ”

Seeing this, Stryker didn't plan to say anything more.

After all, Rucker had made up his mind, and if he said it again, it would be bad if this solid and powerful ally thought he was some kind of soft-hearted person.

Luke was so iron-blooded and decisive in his actions, and if he was still timid, it would seem very incongruous.

Stryker took the cigarette out of his pocket and gave it to Luke, and the two looked at the Sentinels who were putting the finishing touches on it.

When the finishing touches are complete, they still have time to go back to the city and find a bar to have a drink and celebrate.

After all, Lu Ke just said that he will pay for tonight's consumption.

"Mullen."

"Sir."

"How long will it take?"

"Come on, there's an X gene suppressor left, and then a group they're cleaning the room to make sure there's no ...... left"

"Click!"

Just as Mullen was also idle, took a cigarette from Stryker, lit it, and reported the information, the walkie-talkie on his waist rang.

"Sir!"

"Andy, say."

"We found something in the basement and don't know what."

"I'll be right here."

"Roger!"

Mullen put down the walkie-talkie and walked towards the house.

Luke listened to the words on the intercom and looked at Stryker.

"Go see?"

"Okay."

Luke and Stryker extinguished their cigarettes, then re-entered the room, following Maren as they walked in front, to the basement of the house.

No sooner had he come down the stairs than Luke smelled an unbearable, but unusually familiar, stench.

The next second.

When his gaze fell on the black stone in the wooden box on the workbench in the basement, he immediately understood where this inexplicable familiar feeling came from.

Over at the workbench.

Two sentries are surrounding the corpse of a sentry lying on the ground.

Luke and Stryker approach.

into the eyes.

The sentry lying on the ground was pale.

Maren frowned and said, "What's the matter?" ”

The other two soldiers, who confirmed that the sentry was dead, stood up from the ground and pointed to the wooden box that was being opened on the workbench.

The wooden chest was filled with a pile of black, shiny stones.

Mullen turned his head to look at the stones in the wooden box, frowned, and said "What is this", and then he was about to reach out.

The sentry named Andy hurriedly stopped him: "Don't touch it!" ”

Mullen's movements stopped instantly, and his right hand quickly retracted, looking at Andy.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with this stone."

"What?"

"Cold!"

Andy said with a serious face, and pointed to the iron-colored sentry lying on the ground and said: "Just now, Mirren was curious about these stones and touched them, and then, the whole person stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when Glenn and I went to pull him, his whole person was passively stiffened. ”

Between words.

The sentinel named Glenn laboriously straightened Mirren's corpse as if he were holding on to a piece of wood.

"Shhh

Seeing this, Malen instantly gasped, couldn't help but take a step back, looked at the ordinary black shiny stone in the wooden box in front of him, and then fell on Stryker: "Sir, this is ......"

Stryker frowned, flipping through his memory bank quickly.

Luke looked at the stones in the box and spoke out to solve the puzzles of several people.

"Black Jewel!"

……

(End of chapter)