Vol 3 Chapter 824: Not all tasks can be taken ...

Victor is upset now, not only because his guarding work is out of control, but also because the leader of Josiah seems a little distrustful of him. Of course, the latter can't blame the leader. If you blame it, blame the guy who didn't know where to come from, it must be him.
Nirau Boom ... What a broken name!
The name is strange and people don't know what it means. From the words and deeds he communicated with the leader, this person should have a close relationship with the leader, maybe a relative such as an uncle ... Well, in this relationship, Victor also intended to maintain respect for him. But everything is a matter of priority. When is it now that you can take the leader out and go shopping? How can security be guaranteed? What to do if something goes wrong ...
Isn't it really undercover?
The more he felt more and more disturbed, he took a breath, and Victor made a decisive gesture to his scattered people, and then frowned and walked towards the strange guy, and decided to offend the leader. .
"Eh?" Victor watched as Nilao waved the waiter and waved away the waiter. He walked in front of the other compartment door, slightly closer, his eyes narrowed, his nose twitched, as if enjoying it very much ...
I am!
Outside the dressing room door, a middle-aged man with two frosts, posing as if he wasn't stuck on the door ... In this scene, anyone who sees it will be decisive.
At the next step, Victor stared at this scene with a stunned expression. His face was as dark as a pan. He felt that he had underestimated the bottom line of this guy before, and it was difficult to say if he was undercover, but Uncle Woo didn't run away!
Compared to Victor's shock and disillusionment, the men who had previously receded to the side suddenly became very angry. After all, it was their female companion who changed clothes in the compartment. The impulse had already come to his fists. But just then,
Alas, the three polite knocks on the door. Reaching for a virtual press, a wooden door of the compartment opened in response.
Did you really push it ... man, Victor and those men subconsciously crossed Nirau. I saw a tall blond woman in a red dress in the cubicle half-covered her chest, exclaimed, "Ah-"
Bang, flashed in, and the wooden door closed. The dressing interval sounds good, and the exclaiming tone immediately decreases.
silence. Several people looked at each other, all in a daze, and then found out that the other party did not move further, and then knew that the woman in the compartment did not seem to be the woman's companion.
Love. People, love. Women, third parties? When I saw the few people who Tang En and Josiah had come over, they couldn't help showing some strange looks. Vaguely hidden a little admiration. Niuyu, while the girl is going to change clothes, hurry up and date secretly. It can be described as a two-pronged approach, without any delay, it is our model ...
Damn, what the fuck! Victor didn't want to be crooked, he just wanted to split. He thought Nirau was so wild. Wanting to do something ugly on the spot, my heart was suddenly anxious, and rushed quickly.
...
In the compartment, "Who are you! Get out! Get out ..." A bit of a slender voice in fear, covering the tall blonde woman in a red dress towering over her chest tightly against the wooden wall on the left , Looking at the strange middle-aged man who broke in suddenly, his makeup was full of anger and anger. Shouted angrily, "If I don't go out, I will call someone ..."
"Well, very familiar dialogues and scenes. Should I say at this time, you call, no one will come to rescue you with a broken throat? Oh, sorry. The taste seems to have become a bit heavy recently, haha ​​... … "Laughed softly, Tang En touched his nose," Anna. Don't pretend, I believe no one will come to rescue a shemale. Um, still a who can't hide the body odor with strong perfume! "
The words fell away, and the narrow compartment was quiet. The next moment, the killer idea suddenly appeared, and the thick makeup Yan face became stubbornly ruthless, and the palm of the long skirt covering the chest quickly waved out, a squeak, breaking the scream, and instantly crossing the narrow distance between the two, straight into Tang En's heart !!
The flash of light flint, the red skirt fell, revealing half of the dough chest tied with a cloth strip, it looked really funny. But now naturally it is not time to pay attention to this. The front end of the palm of the finger is a five Morin blades inlaid on the nails. If this is grasped, I am afraid that it is not necessary to dig out Tang En's heart directly.
However, this is of course an impossible fantasy. In fact, after Tang En enters the store and feels the slightest killing intention, this ending is doomed!
Stepping on his side, his right hand seemed to be raised slowly and slowly, but only a half arc was drawn, that is, the wrist was precisely held. Folding in the opposite direction, clicking, the sound of crisp bones crackling sounded creepy.
The cold sweat oozed from the assassin's crotch instantly, not only because of the pain, but also the omnipresent oppression. You should know that because of the same habits, the same style, etc., there will always be a little induction between peers. Just as Tang En was able to feel the existence of this assassin across a wooden door. But even now, the assassin found that he still couldn't feel the slightest familiarity from Tang En, even without killing ...
What does this mean?
Either it is an illusion, or the gap between the two sides is too great!
To plant ... Although my heart sank, this assassin was a fierce character, as if I didn't feel the wrist that was chopped off by a sound, without a word of silence. I also stepped forward half-heartedly and bumped my knees. At the same time, the left hand was turned over, and a short edged sword reached Tang En's eyebrows!
Tang En did not mean to loosen his wrist. First, the unknown prophet generally raised his leg and pressed the top of the opponent's knee in advance. Then he pulled the wrist, and five blades swept the side of the short blade. Cut short. Immediately after the first half step again, she swung her elbows on the bridge of the assassin's nose with a groan, and the blood bloomed ...
The cubicle was originally narrow, and now there are two people standing there, and there is no other extra shelter. It is not an exaggeration to say that any one's hands and feet can directly hurt the other party in an instant, which can be described as a dance on the blade, which is extremely thrilling.
But the actual situation at the moment is not so exciting, just a few short fights, completely crushed on the side, until the tall assassin was forced to sit back on the seat of the compartment, there was no major movement in the meantime Outgoing.
Perhaps, even if there is some movement, it is covered by the sudden change of the jingle tone in the store.
"Snoring ... snoring ..." With his head raised, the assassin's nasal cavity was constantly tumbling with blood billowing, flowing down his face, wheezing and panting. Tang En leaned behind the seat and turned to look at the wooden wall on the left side where the assassin stood when he came in. A neat hole had been opened on it. Drilling alone was no problem. And next door next door, which is Josiah's dressing room ...
Shaking his head, Tang En looked indifferent, firmly holding the assassin's fierce struggling action like a fish on shore, grabbing the trembling wrist with five blades in one hand, piercing the left chest of the assassin's dough, and speaking gently, "Man, you can't take on any task ... Listen, this is the Sonata of Death, rest in peace ..."
The words fell, a snoring sound, the blade pierced into the flesh, rotated ... squeaked, the wooden seat struggling with the last dying of the assassin, making a few violent frictional sounds, until it slowly subsided.
The silence regained in the compartment. At some point, the soothing tunes that had flowed quietly in the store have turned into a heavy mourning, like a cry.
This is the Sonata of Death. I believe that if it wasn't for dare to offend the Gray Clothes Army, how could this shop play the song on its own.
Picking up a piece of shredded red skirt, while wiping the blood on his hand, Tang En hummed slowly following the tune. It's familiar. Tang En first heard this piece in Laiyan City. The same piano was played, but the musician was a ghost ...
Wiping off the dripping blood on the face, finishing it to the side of the miraculously intact square mirror, Tang En threw away the blood cloth, and opened the wooden door.
"Yep?"
"Uh, so quickly ..." Outside the door, Victor reached out to make a push-door gesture and just met Tang En face to face.
"what?"
"Oh, nothing, huh ... yeah, you were in there ... eh?" He glanced over Don's shoulder and glanced into the cubicle, and Victor tensed burly.
"Meet an old friend, come and say hello." Gone with the air, covered the wooden door behind him, and avoided the sight of strange men waiting for him not far away.
Down turned to look at Josiah's dressing room, and the door hadn't opened yet. When I looked away, I saw that the waitress was leading a curly man in a robe from a distance. His narrow eyes narrowed and he patted Victor's shoulder. "Let ’s go again An old friend. Well, I'll remember to take these old friends back later and let me do my best for the landlord. "
"Uh……"
Waiting for Victor to return, Tang En smiled slightly, welcoming the two waitresses.
"Sorry, you can't go over." After approaching the dressing area, the soldiers scattered around stopped the curly man behind the waitress.
"This is our resident designer. I just told your chief ..."
"Let them come over." Tang En waved his hand, but the soldiers naturally would not listen to his command, and heard that Victor looked to the rear. The latter seemed to have just come back and took a breath. He waved his hand and walked without expression.
When the waitress approached, she bowed her head and said, "Hello ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is our resident designer ..."
"Is this top?" The curly man took the black top that Johia had just selected, took the conversation, raised the gray trousers he was holding in his left hand, and smiled arrogantly. Generous, the effect should be good. "
Tang En shook his head: "I don't understand clothing matching. Since you are a professional, then listen to you ... Well, does the designer understand music?"
The curly man heard a word and said, "Uh, sorry, I don't understand."
"So, do you know what music is being played now?"
Shrugging, "Oh, of course I know. Death Sonata, I can often hear it."
Nodded, Tang En stepped forward at will, and reached out and sighed: "Since you know, why are you here ..."
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