Chapter 208: Hello (on)

　　 The cold and delicate voice did not spread far, and was drowned out by other huge sounds, echoing in the silent air late at night, as if the crowded wind suddenly vented from the gate, flowing a long distance. The glass lamps in the hall are also shaking violently, and the ripples of sound transmission can be outlined in the light, which is somewhat distorted. This is the air heated by the ignited propelling gunpowder flame at the muzzle, and it also carries white smoke that is compressed by invisible pressure and condenses into a mass.
　　 Two large holes were punched on the counter, and the sawdust fell very fast, and all of them fell on the ground while Cassia put away the pistol. Cassia glanced over the side of her eye, then bent over to pick up the remaining temperature of the bullet shell that had fallen on the ground and put it into her pants pocket.
　　 "What's the matter?" Doubts came from the entrance of the corridor next to him. In just this moment, Keshan, who heard the movement, quickly ran up from the basement, holding the pistol in his hand equally alert. He glanced at it warily, and then walked to Cassia's side. The smell of gunpowder smoke that she hadn't smelled for a long time was about to become a nostalgic smell for her.
　　 The two big holes are very eye-catching. She stepped forward and looked inside the wooden counter.
　　 The blood has shed on the ground, occupying a large area. A beautiful pistol fell on the edge of a pool of blood not far away. The woman in the costume of the counter staff was limp there, with a big mouth exploded in her body, the ups and downs of her chest were rapidly diminishing, her breathing had almost stopped, her face without any attire An expression full of pain. Her eyes were looking resentfully in the direction of Cassia, but because the counter was blocked, it seemed that Cassia's complete face could not be seen from that angle.
　　 "Just save it, maybe it can last for a while, what shouldn't you ask?" Keshan took another look at the pistol. She was born in the temple, and the time she became a surgeon was not shorter than that of students like Cassia and others. Through the knowledge learned, and the long time spent in the Saint Royal Hall, it is easy to recognize that the pistol is a customized pistol that belongs to the professional use of the emissaries of the temples of different regions. There is a wing logo on the gun body, which is exquisite to the extreme handwork.
"How to deal with it, it's the emissary of the church, but it should not be a person from the church in Manoma." Keshan asked Cassia, who was walking straight to the entrance of the corridor, and turned her head again to look at the woman at the counter. There is only one corpse that will slowly become cold and hard.
　　 Keshan caught up with Cassia, and glanced over his back, there was no sign of injury, "Just leave the body like this? And what happened just now?"
　　 The question came, Cassia stopped and turned her head to look at Keshan, her face stiffened inexplicably.
"What else? In a bright hall, both sides doubted the identity of each other, so they wanted to test it. Finally, they noticed that the other side had taken out their pistols, and then each shot without hesitation. It’s just the opponent. It’s just a matter that happens in this order. Whoever shoots fast, who can prepare to avoid the established trajectory in advance, even if he wins. Although I fired a little slower, I escaped the opponent’s bullets. Won the final victory of this duel. So you didn't see me lying there, but the female counter staff." Cassia climbed the stairs, "There must be something up there, you better not follow me. . If they are all dead, it’s totally impossible to leave Doris alone. Go to the basement and drive out and park at the intersection just now. There should be a room on the whole wall. Window. If everything can be resolved smoothly, I will give you a sequence code notification through the light."
"If not, I will take the saint by myself?" Keshan's voice paused, "Why do you and Mother Roberta look the same? Am I really a burden? Why are you facing this kind of thing? Even if it’s not even a hint of the idea of ​​taking me to perform together. Compared to strength, you should know that my surgery stage is higher than yours. As a drag, I think I should be a helper. Shooting and killing people, as A housekeeper or servant who should be gentle and capable, I am not at all soft!"
　　 Cassia shook his head with a smile: "This kind of thing is not worth sharing, nor is it worth pulling a group of people over. If it is a good thing, I can assure you that I will never forget to call you.
of. Please believe me. But compared to me, I think you are more suitable to take care of Doris. She needs someone to stay there, and your task is far from complete. And in front of guns that don't look at anyone's face, the impact of the operation stage is not very big. If you were hit by a bullet and you should die, you still have to die. If two surgeons meet ~EbookFREE.me~ the level of surgery alone can determine who wins in the end, then what is the use of my hard training every night? Is the sweat of a group of us just sweat? That would be better than sitting in the family reading and reading newspapers. After a few decades, after the operation stage, I will come out naturally. Who else can cure me? "
"Please go and wait. I am still very confident in myself. My face looks young enough, but sometimes things like age have nothing to do with the number of years I have lived. Some scientific geniuses in the empire, A single head can open the gap with others for decades. This kind of thing cannot be compared. I am not a genius, but I have worked harder than most people. No matter what the result, the time will not be too long. Prepare to leave. If only you two reach the endless beach in the end, Doris will tell you what to do."
　　 The voice at this time was uploaded from the corridor, and the figure of Cassia had been in the stairwell. By the time Keshan wanted to catch up, she couldn't walk past her. Humans are sometimes so strange. The distance between the two is very short. It is very simple for Kersan to climb the stairs to catch up with Cassia. But once that opportunity is missed, the body begins to resist instinctively.
　　 Arriving on the ninth floor, Cassia did not hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind, and she let out a sigh of relief in her heart. Fill up the bullet that was shot out, check whether each state is intact, and then abandon the extra thoughts in the head at this moment, the breathing and heartbeat reactions are all ready. Finally, the cross pupils were unfolded, and the soft-soled patent leather shoes that became the standard equipment were matched with more refined power control, and he quietly climbed to the eleventh floor. (To be continued.)