Chapter 243

Su Ming heard their conversation and almost knelt down for the two big men.

DC side is a little more serious, not as relaxed here, but you are too relaxed? Now that the battle is not over, and the bodyguards are still working hard upstairs, are you going to study the maintenance of your beard?

Is it really good to stray in battle? How dangerous.

Su Ming quickly walked to the door, where monek's shield magic was shining. He approached them and took off their helmets: "what beard wax? Give me a try. I feel that the beard has split and it doesn't shine recently...

this wax is really delicious.

...

the bodyguard was bitten off a piece of meat by a shark, but he took the opportunity to stab the samurai knife into the other party's eyes and stirred it severely.

Blood and brain spray on his face, he wiped his head mask, a foot kicked away the other side's body.

These strange people are basically shark head, octopus head, starfish head, but he chases the shark head to kill.

In a trance, he could see a bubble on each other's head, in which was written the other's thoughts. In the small eyes of these shark heads, there was despair: "why just kill us?"

While the other head of the strange people in the eyes is secretly happy, beside the death attendant crazy output.

Why?

The Chamberlain has forgotten a little, but is it not enough for him to see the shark?

"When I put your head in your chrysanthemum, you go to hell and ask Mephisto, and can your skin be a belt or a handbag? Anyone who knows, raise your hand? "

The valedictorian asked questions and without hesitation cut down a few strange people behind him. They were puzzled when they died.

Don't you say you only kill shark heads? Why did you suddenly turn around and kill us? It's so cheap...

however, there's nothing wrong with the death attendant's work. Why? Most of the time it's just a whim.

As he shot and cut, Wade was covered in blood, and when he cut all the people, he himself became ragged, like a rag doll bitten by a wild dog.

"Bah, some little fish still want to serve you. Do you know that I once appeared on the cover of time magazine?" The valet lifted up his mask, spat out bloody sputum, and kicked the bodies around him with his feet: "does time know? Only the most dazzling and cool human can be on the cover, which means that I am very bad, and you are not as bad as me, so you can only be deadass now. "

After venting, the valet put these things behind him. He dragged the bodies over and piled them together and sat on them for a little rest.

I feel tired after cutting so many people.

The valet sits on the corpse heap with a bit of greasy under his buttocks. He ignores this, turns his head to one side, takes out a white mask and puts it on. He treats himself as a doctor and speaks to the audience.

"Many people know that athletes have joint problems, such as tennis elbow and ligament strain. In fact, we mercenaries have similar problems. When you cut too many people at a time, you may suffer from the disease of" elbow cutting ". After the disease, your hands will be sour and itchy, and you can't help cutting people. When the condition is serious, you can even cut yourself. Slade is such a case Late patients... What? You said they were gone? How could they leave my lovely one? ... Falk, it's gone. "

The white eyes on the death guard's mask widened. He jumped up and climbed onto the side railing. He looked down to the first floor. There were only fragments of limbs everywhere. The fresh blood was the color block left by the abstract painting style on the wall, while the other three disappeared.

"Is this... Escape order..."

he had hallucinations in his brain, as if he saw his cousin poke his head out of an old car and waved goodbye to him. The back compartment of the old car was full of money, and the car left quickly, leaving only the floating change and the barbell laughter of the death knell.

He jumped directly from the second floor, his knee dislocated with a click, but he picked it up and ran out the door.

Only then discovered three people squatting in the corridor outside the door in the dark, taking care of their beards by the light of the flashlight.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He knew that sometimes he was not very serious, but just now he was the only one who was beating and killing. Those strange people came like the tide, and the death attendant was as helpless as a coke bottle in the sea.

Are you insane? Playing moustache here? Is this the right time? Is your team the moustache League?

He put up the samurai sword, walked up to a few people and took a deep breath.

"Do you have skin care products? My skin has been rotting off and losing its luster. I want to be tender and tight like a baby...

as he said this, he also squatted down and pulled off his mask, revealing his chrysanthemum like old face, which was like minced meat pizza with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Ouch..." X3.

....................Su Ming wiped the vomit on his beard with paper. It was enough to have such a disgusting face emerging from the darkness. Countless heroes would vomit when they saw the face of the dead servant. Today, he really deserves his reputation.

He buttoned up his helmet and told Holloway and monack to forget about the day, and they both wiped their beards and nodded in sympathy.

"Well, let's move on. There was so much noise just now, and part of the enemy in the next door came over, but there was not enough to call our opponent." Su Ming has fingers on the floor, sketching a map in the dust. He speculates that the next door should be a factory building or a laboratory about the same size.

After all, the non-human bodies were transported there by conveyor belts, and there was a power failure and a firefight before, but the enemy was not drawn out.

Even if the three of them got together and obviously strayed, the enemy still did not attack.

Is endurance enough? Or not? All in all, the seduction strategy failed.

"Were those geeks Atlantis?" Holloway pointed upstairs, of course, and it was dark now, but others knew what he was saying: "the same on the conveyor belt? Aren't they a family? "

Su Ming quickly explained: "the seafloor man is now in a split state, and what is on the conveyor belt is more like... A failed product of the mixed blood seaman experiment."

"What about the monsters I met just now?" The valet interposed, pointing to his uniform, which was covered with teeth marks and holes: "is it the Atlantis who x some sea creatures and then give birth to a freak? My God, what did their ancestors do

Su Ming sighed. Wade thought about these things every day: "no, they are kind of mutants. The submarine environment makes them produce X gene mutation in the direction of marine life. You can see they all look like sharks, but in fact, their genes are totally different. This is the theory of environmental evolution, not genetic genetics."

"Er... I don't feel any difference. It can be chopped to death with a few knives." The valet touched his chin, tilted his head and recalled.

"So I said I haven't met enough enemies to be called opponents. Their boss should still be behind. Do you understand?" Su Ming stands up and erases the sketch on the ground with his boots.

"Well, it seems that I understand. In short, it's about cutting people and finishing work, right?"

Although the two items of breaking the door and swearing are missing, it is the instinct of death attendant. Su Ming doesn't need to emphasize: "yes, go ahead."

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