Steel Steam and Flame

"Sevena, it's best to restrain your emotions that are about to explode. I don't want us to be implicated because of your relationship during the mission." Someone finally responded to Sevina's words, "You are not a fan of being young. Excuse, become stable and mature as soon as possible, I think it is the first thing that the emissaries like us should do. Afterwards, I really go to Manoma, you will be bad things like this, there is no room for you to regret it. And another chance."

　　 Buck is the oldest of the five. He speaks as smoothly as a tracked chariot moving forward, and his voice "rumbles" loudly, breaking the lonely air of the night sky.

　　 "Mr. Barker, I don't want to be like you in the future." Saiweina said indifferently, her personality may be like this, "This is not called steady, and it is impossible to say it is rigid."

　　 Djerpo looked over with interest, but did not speak. But Buck listened to Savina's words, he didn't even turn his head, he just walked, his eyes were still counting the number of street lights.

"Perhaps you can change the adjective and explain it as confession. It is like a fanatical saint's respect and awe of the gods." Saiweina continued, "It is not that the task is not completed, but the task is more exciting and interesting. One. One bullet can kill the enemy. If time permits, we might as well shoot a few more bullets, all on our hands and feet, and wait for a while to consider the question of life and death. The saints we usually receive are all the same face, this is a rare occasion There is something new, I don’t want to miss the opportunity."

"I believe in simplicity, and I won't give a second shot to things that can be solved with one stroke." Buck spread his hands in the front, "I am not very successful, and I am still hovering at the transition line between the late stage of the first stage and the early stage of the second stage. In the past ten years, this kind of task has been done a lot, I just want to finish it as soon as possible, and then go back to the temple room and blow air-conditioning, sit down for afternoon tea, and eat evening snacks. You four young people want more entertainment I have no objection to the program. As long as you can grasp the time scale."

　　 "I feel the same way." Na interjected at this moment, "The temple is indeed a depressed place, what do you think?"

　　 No one answered this question, and there was no conversation between the five, and they all walked quietly on the road that was flooded with light. Sevina took the silence of Djerpo and Doik as a acquiescence to the decision, and did not speak any more. But I was already thinking about how to arrange entertainment programs in the near future.

　　 At the same time, during the time when most people are asleep, on the other side of the Oria area, this is a very ordinary travel hotel, a place that provides cheap accommodation for hurried travelers.

　　 In the corridor with a little musty smell, the power of the lamps is very low, and the light does not seem to penetrate the darkness, but instead increases the depth of the darkness. Without squinting, the scenery here is blurred. Even with this hotel layout, the corridor is only performing its sole role as a corridor.

The wallpaper at the end of 　　 was broken. There was a refurbished clock hanging there. The pendulum sounded unstable, and the pointer on it pointed to the carved number "three". It is no longer the time to be active, but there are a group of people who do not need a complete sleep.

　　 A door on the edge of the corridor was opened, and a woman in pajamas with a lazy expression full of sleep came out. It's like getting up to go to the toilet. In a cheap room, there are only beds, tables and chairs. If you are lucky, there may be hangers that you can use. Squinting his eyes vigilantly, he glanced at the front and back of the corridor, making sure that there was no one, and then cautiously shrank his neck and walked towards the toilet.

When her figure disappeared inside the toilet door, the seven or eight doors on the side of the corridor opened at the same time. A group of people in different disguise costumes came out carrying their own things. There was no sound on their feet, or the sound was stronger than summer. Mosquitoes are even thinner. It was like having gone through countless training exercises in this hotel. In the narrow corridor, a few people stood there and it was not crowded. As women, they all maintain a figure that does not fluctuate much above or below the standard.

　　 Several people glanced at each other and exchanged basic information through gestures, and disappeared completely in this small hotel before the person who got up to go to the bathroom came out.

　　 came out of the toilet and embraced his hands. That person felt that the temperature in the middle of the night was still lower than he thought. Without feeling the slightest impropriety in the corridor, she opened her hidden door and walked in

, Closed with a "pop".

　　 Then nearly ten pairs of black soft-soled leather shoes stepped into the almost imaginary lights in the corridor, covered in thin black windbreakers, all with serious faces.

　　 Each has a clear division of labor. Each of them controls a door on the side of the corridor, waiting for the time on the watch to reach an agreed time point at the same time, or the handle-style door lock is twisted hard, all groaning in pain. Several people opened the door and stayed silent for a few seconds before rushing into the room when they found something was wrong. A few beams of indifferent light slipped in from the corridor, and everything in it was neatly placed in its original position ~www.ltnovel.com~ The sheets on the bed were never passive.

　　 For those who left just now, as well as those who are here now, a chair is always enough to rest.

　　 "Run, but it won't be long." Someone communicated through gestures.

　　 "Catch up, they won't be able to escape for long. The order is given, except for the saint, no one else needs to take it back alive."

　　 Several people closed the door again. On the wall, the second hand of the big clock passed less than five squares, and the corridor became the same again.

　　 In the shadow of the building at night, several figures rise and fall among them. It seems that they are in a hurry, and they have not predicted the size of the shadow area and its depth in advance, and what kind of body posture should be used to perfectly connect between the intermittent shadows without exposing their body. Now they have no idea. Time and energy to consider.

　　 "Sister Roberta, this distance should be enough, and those people didn't catch up." The swift team all stopped in this sentence, committing themselves to the gap between the building and the shadow. Cold frost fell on the moon in the high sky, and brilliant stars scattered around.

　　 The elderly servant Roberta from middle age stopped at this moment, and his breathing was not messy, and he maintained a perfect body. I don't know how many years of the body, all physiological activities are normal. The aging of age does not seem to drive the body's various functions to weaken according to natural laws. She looked at a group of cautious young maids and housekeepers behind her, but only the black of the shadow reflected in her eyes. (To be continued.)