Chapter 20: .thorn! (under)

The hoarse voice of the demon bee echoed in the room, adding a bit of horror to the silent old attic.
Velut was in the state of divine power transmission at this moment. The silver pupils couldn't see everything that happened in the room. He turned his head subconsciously when he heard this whisper, and asked calmly, "What's wrong, Bumblebee? Bumblebee? "
He kept asking questions but never responded, and immediately shouted: "Come here!" A black-clothed attendant rushed into the door, and Virut still sat at the table, pointing to the direction from which the call came and asked: "what happened?"
The man in black hurried forward to lift up the Demon Bee. Seeing that her face was extremely pale and her breathing was even barely noticeable, he quickly replied: "Master! Master Demon Bee has passed out!"
"...Take her down and take good care of her."
"Yes!" The man in black responded, carefully picked up the demon bee and walked out of the attic.
Virut's face was sinking, and he thought to himself. There must be some power that restrained the activities of the bees and insects, but just now, no one had seen it, and there was no sign of supernatural power, and the situation was a bit confusing for a while. However, time is passing fast, and there is no more time to study it right now. Virut thought of this, and continued to transmit instructions to Syker, and reminded him: "The situation on the fourth floor is unknown. You must always be careful. Did you hear it? "
"I know." The Shadow Assassin murmured lazily, and flew upstairs lightly. He stopped on the fourth floor of the stairs just about to escape into the room. Suddenly, he felt a cold breeze, and he could not help but pause.
The power of ice? Saiker was stunned, and he stuck to the wall like lightning, and quietly surveyed the corridor. The fourth floor of this hotel looks no different from the third floor, except that the surrounding area is full of air-conditioning and the chill is bitterly cold. He listened carefully for a while, but couldn't even hear the sound of footsteps in the corridor.
It's strange... Saiker turned his head and looked at the ground. At the corner not far from the stairs, the corpses of the slender bee piled up into a small mass, covered with a lot of hoarfrost, and they were obviously frozen to death together.
The power of ice...Virut also saw the pile of bee skeletons. He frowned and said through the voice: "Watch out, I haven't seen any ice power in the information."
Saiker nodded silently. Using the cover of the corner of the door, he jumped to the corner where the bee skeleton was, and carefully probed left and right. There was still no movement in the passage, except that the walls on both sides were floating. There was a thin layer of ice flakes.
"What the hell..." The Shadow Assassin had an impatient temperament, and he didn't bother to accompany others to hide and seek. He whispered to himself, speeding up his pace and jumping along the corridor, without encountering any guards at all. He quickly bypassed the outer corridor to arrive at the guard post, pressed against the wall and glanced at the door, before suddenly stunned.
Outside the closed iron gate, there was an extra layer of ice wall about a foot thick at this moment, sealing the entire entrance tightly. Numerous cold air rushed out of the wall and spread out all over again. No wonder this corridor is full of Penetrating wind.
The road ahead has been sealed, and I don't know what's going on inside the guard box, maybe the mysterious ice power is inside.... Secor was staring at the ice wall in a daze, and Velut's sigh was heard in his head: "I didn't expect this to happen...you can only start the plan ahead of time. You are ready to rush in immediately when the power is cut off. Take the goal."
The idea was set, Virut shouted a "yellow signal" to the guards on duty outside, and continued to sit at the table and close his eyes and meditate. Who is this ice power person? The original information is extremely detailed, so there shouldn't be such a mistake... Could it be that it was someone sent by the Santa? But why didn't you hear that His Highness talked about it? Thinking of this, Virut felt an ominous premonition.
At the same time, in the underground cable tunnel not far from the hotel, the foreman team was doing the final inspection before blasting. The thick obsidian protective tube by the stone wall was covered with layers of explosives, and the bald man leaned against the explosive pile, biting on the kebabs, with a leisurely expression on his face. Not long after, a man in black hurried over from the entrance of the tunnel, walked to him and said, "Boss, the roof has sent a signal."
The big man ate the meat skewers in a few bites, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, and said, "Brothers are going to withdraw!" He stood up and copied the siege cannon that was erected on the side. With a hard effort, he carried his waist to his shoulders. The barrel of this gun has a diameter of 400mm, less to say, and it is full of domineering. The body of the alloy gun is two meters long, and it is carved with shallow magic patterns with silver thread.
The foreman glanced around, his men had already evacuated from the explosion field, and he was the only one left in the tunnel. He turned on the protective switch with a smile, and a beam of yellow light flashed through, and a series of violent roars sounded in the tunnel. The thick stone pipe was blown off from it, and the flames billowed like hell.
In the blink of an eye, the figure of the big man was engulfed by the flames. He remained motionless in this monstrous red light, as if cast iron rolled, letting the fire lick his whole body. After a while, the fire gradually subsided, and the black robe on the foreman was completely burnt to ashes, revealing his muscles, but except for the slight infrared ray of his complexion, he was unscathed.
Suddenly, there was a mess in the cable tunnel. Although the violent flames retreated, the black smoke caused by the violent explosion was still filling everywhere, and the air was full of the smell of gunpowder. The foreman carried the cannon to check the results, nodded in satisfaction, and shouted: "Bring me clothes!"
As soon as the voice fell, a black-clothed attendant rushed into the tunnel. He walked over to help the big man expertly put on his robe, took out a long cigarette from his waist and lit it for him, then stepped aside. The foreman proudly dangling his cigarette, shaking the siege cannon on his shoulders and slowly walked out of the tunnel. He stopped at the exit and looked around. Due to the sudden interruption of the cable, the surrounding square was plunged into darkness, and there were horrified calls from the dark buildings.
"Hey!" The foreman grinned tauntingly, and walked towards the Bingquan Hotel with his head raised.
At this moment, the hotel was also covered in darkness, only the rows of fluorite emergency lights embedded in the wall were emitting a faint light green light. As soon as the light left, Saiker flees into the shadows and shoots into the guard post. He hurriedly glanced around. The inside of the post was dark and there was no one.
"Quick!" Velut's urging sound came from his head, and the Shadow Assassin did not dare to delay, and quickly followed the spiral staircase to the top. He went straight to the Presidential Suite No. 501 according to the blueprint he had written in his head. Several vague shouts were heard along the way, perhaps because the guards were patrolling each other.
Saiker swims unimpeded in the boundless darkness. He doesn't worry at all about the situation ahead, just immersed in this pleasant feeling. Virut was the exact opposite of him. He was still intensively observing the surroundings through divine vision and clearly saw everything that happened in the corridor: a few guards with flashlights rushed in the aisle, those without power, There is no divine power fluctuation, as if this heavily guarded top-level residence suddenly became a small courtyard, not worthy of attention.
"There are still three corners, pay attention, the other party is likely to gather all the defenses outside the door." Virut reminded in a deep voice, but he was also a little nervous in his heart. This strange defense force made him have to guess secretly.
"Got it!" Saiker replied with a smile. He easily avoided the stupid mortal guards and walked fast along the corridor. After turning three corners, he saw the huge fan in the presidential suite. Bronze door.
There was no one outside the gate, not even a hint of fluorescence. If it weren't for the shadow assassin's incarnation, he would automatically gain dark vision, and he wouldn't even be able to see the "Do Not Disturb" wooden sign hanging on the doorknob.
"Please don't disturb..." Saiker grinned disdainfully, hidden in the door of the room and probed left and right vigilantly, not hearing any noise in the deadly aisle. He just wanted to escape into the room when he was suddenly stopped by Virut.
"Wait..." Virut thought about a series of causes and consequences, and smelled a strong taste of conspiracy. "Something is wrong... You go in carefully and explore... Retreat immediately if there is a change!"
"Don't worry, who can stop me if the young master wants to go!" Saiker's eyes were filled with excitement that the task was about to be completed, and he tugged back into the room without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, there is still a little light in the presidential suite. Although the gorgeous chandelier on the roof has been extinguished, two old-fashioned magic shade lamps have been placed beside the large desk by the floor-to-ceiling windows to illuminate the small space around.
In the faint yellow light, I saw piles of documents cluttered on the table, and a thin figure was leaning on a high-back sofa chair, reading constantly with the light. He was wearing a luxurious black dragon-print gold palace robe, a pair of thin silver frameless mirrors, and his long black ponytail was brought to his chest, and his white jade face was full of solemnity.
This young man in Chinese clothes was Tai Zi Shun of the country, beside him, a white samurai costume was standing leisurely at the table making tea. He closed his eyes slightly and brought the freshly brewed green tea to his lips, frowned, and put the cup of tea back on the porcelain plate.
"The taste of tea selection is still so bad..." He murmured softly, shook his head, glanced at the busy prince behind the table, and thought to change the tea leaves and make a fresh drink. He was about to carry the tea tray to rinse, but was stopped by Shun.
"Give me a taste..." The prince took out another cup from the plate involuntarily, sipped and smirked, "You, I'm used to my precious and top-notch good things, I think it's okay. "He was thirsty after approving the documents for a long time, so he drank the tea in a few sips and put the empty cup back on the plate.
Hearing him say this as far as possible, just smiled softly, as if acquiescing. He was about to turn around while holding the porcelain plate, and suddenly he put it back on the table with a sudden jerk. The corners of his mouth showed an arc of a smile but a smile. He said softly, "Is there a visitor at this late? Why don't he sit for a while and make a fresh drink? Tea."
The hall was still silent, and Shun, who had just picked up the documents for review, was also startled by this whisper. He took off his glasses and looked around blankly, waved his hand, and a silent wave passed by, and the whole hall was instantly covered with shaky phantom light, looking blurry.
I waited for a while and saw no one answer. I took out the short silver stick on my waist like lightning and pressed it lightly. The two ends of the short stick popped out instantly, turning into a fluorescent flashing magic pattern. He smiled at the corners of his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly. He slammed the handle of the gun on the ground with a soft buzzing sound, and a ring of tangible shocking light lines quickly spread out from his feet. The ripple stretched along the white carpet, but was blocked by a group of black shadows at the door, and suddenly collided into a crack of magical conflict, and the figure of the black-clothed assassin slowly appeared.
"As far as... as far as you can! Snooker!" Saiker's expression was very strange at this time, and he slowly repeated the name as if he had been waiting for a long time and as if he could not believe it.
"I don't know what I'm looking for?" Looking at the man in black in front of him as far away as possible, he didn't move a bit, he asked softly as if sighing, as if to say hello to a friend.
"Hahahaha!" Saiker laughed madly but didn't answer. He stared at the upright figure of the white guard in front of him, and slowly pulled out a pair of long and short thorns from his leg, and countless black magic ripples appeared on his body.
"Far far...Snooker!" The Shadow Assassin popped out the name from his teeth as if he had finally confirmed it. His whole body was surrounded by thick black fog, and only the eyes with silver divine light were still in the darkness. shine.
Inside the hall, the gun guard was still smiling as far as he could, standing still at the table like a mountain. His long dark green hair fluttered gently with the wave of magical power, and the white light pattern around his body was constantly flashing, like a thorn of light, standing in this closed place filled with black shadows.