Chapter 150

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After a while, Victor picked up the glass and wanted to drink.
Tyrone reached out and smashed the cup again.
Victor stunned: "Can't eat and drink here? Is this hotel their stronghold?"
The old antiques nodded and nodded.
Victor squatted that no one could understand him and said: "How long do we have to wait?"
"When they peek enough, or..." Tyron thought for a moment, took the cup and took it to the bar.
"Ping" is a loud noise!
Everyone was shocked and Victor was blown up.
When Tyron finished the cup, he put his long legs on the table, and the head of a big devil came out.
The proprietress hurriedly packed up the bar, but did not say a word to the two men, which finally made Victor aware of the strange atmosphere in the hotel.
At this time, the big devil said indifferently: "The time I gave you before is five minutes, now you have already squandered. Waste my time, is to waste your life, know?"
After that, someone came from behind him.
When Tyron lifted his hand, he directly slammed the man to the ground. The boots slammed on him and said, "Guide, or die."
After a few seconds, someone came to guide and looked at Victor and said, "He can't go in."
When the voice just fell, Tyrone suddenly lit the knife.
The trowel was too fast, and even only a glimmer of light was taken over by Victor, and then the person on the way to the road was marked with a shallow mouth.
Teren Road: "Give you a chance and say the right thing."
The guide stopped and said respectfully: "The other gentleman does not need to go in."
Tyrone refused to accept the knife and bowed down to Victor. "You are here waiting for me for a while, with a gun? If you need to kill one directly, you can eat it. You don't have to eat hard here. You need to be more than them." "
"I don't want to be confused!" Victor replied with his eyes blinking. By the way, he pulled his jacket and showed his tactical belt to Tyrone. "Actually, I brought a tactical mine-tube! There is a timer!

Tyrone looked at the equivalent: "..."
Victor said: "If they dare to bully less, you will whistle - rest assured, I calculate the blasting equivalent, the error will not exceed 1%."
The big devil suddenly felt a little bleak, he only made the worst preparation for the blood wash here, and his can be ready to razed the whole place here...
Tyrone went in, and Victor sat outside with a smile, continuing to look at this exotic place.
Everyone in the hotel looked at him. Those who belonged to the organization had already left silently. The rest were all assassins and gentlemen, as if the wolves were waiting for a little white rabbit.
Until Victor was really bored, he took out a pack of portable devices, took out three test tubes, took the glass of water and started playing a chemical experiment.
Two minutes later, the assassins were all about to fall out.
Victor took a tube of strong corrosive agent to melt the cups they had installed, and then looked at the residue, and the drums burned.
After another two minutes, there was no gray left, and only one blue smoke was left.
Assassins: "..." What kind of medicine can make this effect? In their knowledge world, it must be something that destroys the dead! !
But Victor does not have this common sense.
After the cups are finished, Victor has not played.
He was silent for a while, glanced at the assassins and gentlemen around him with gaze and curiosity.
The scene was quiet for about a few tens of seconds, and the wolves that were waiting for them were turned back one by one, and they fell into a hustle and bustle.
Victor: "...???" Come on, give me a new cup of water, the bio-paralyzing toxins you extracted are very interesting, that is, the dose is too small, not enough for experiment...Hey why are you afraid? ?
After a few minutes, Tyrone came out and saw the scene where Victor was sitting in the middle, and the four corners of the room were sitting on the edge of the numerous assassins and the little scorpion shivered.
From his point of view, the wings behind Victor are particularly interesting as he breathes one after another.
Tyrone couldn't help but touched it, then bowed his head and said, "Is it thirsty?"
Victor said innocently: "No, um. A little curious what the ingredients they use here are."
"Most of the time should be natural extracts of animal and plant toxins. Compound poisons are time-consuming and expensive," said Tyron. "We can rob them before we leave."
Victor's eyes lit up and he said: "Have you seen the teacher of Vatican?"
Tyrone: "Well, generally. Go to the party at night?"
Victor: What does this have to do with the party? ?
Tyron said again: "Played a game. At night we went to the banquet to assassinate a target. If I succeeded, the information on the books here would be turned over."
Victor: "What if he succeeded?"
Tarren: "Then I will kill him first."
Victor: "..." This can also be my old antique! ! !
Old antiques are of course joking. He is very disciplined... The main reason he will make this joke is that he can’t lose.
The teacher of Vatican, codenamed Keno, is a superb race, lived for more than three hundred years old, and is a long-standing old man in this organization.
Old antiques: barely be a little bit of his nephew, hehe.
Before nightfall, Tyrone walked on the street with Victor, and while eating and eating, he took it as a filling.
Victor is eager to try: "Can I go too? I have not attended a medieval banquet. What to wear? What to bring?"
Tyrone: "With invitations, what to wear."
Victor: "Are they giving invitations?"
"...No." The Assassin Master stunned, and felt that he had not explained the problems that the little scorpions would ask for thousands of years. "If the organization is ready, then it will not be clean. Everything is there. It’s my own way of thinking. If something goes wrong, it’s one person’s responsibility.

Victor said: "We are responsible for two people."
Tyron smiled for a while, took his skewers and finished eating it three or two times. Then he said, "What about your notebook? Pick it up."
He took Victor's notebook, tore a dozen sheets of paper, and wrote and painted on it.
Victor is curious: "What?"
Tyron said in a concise manner: "Play."
Victor: "..." Yes, the old rogue standard answer.
Half an hour later, Tyrone made a disguise, and Victor watched as he folded a piece of cloth and tied it twice, and the face seemed to change. Then Tyrone looked for a little ash and carefully wiped it, and the nose seemed magically changed...
After a few times, Victor almost couldn’t recognize it: "This, is this makeup magic?"
Tyron took a hand and took a breath, and the gas field changed all the time. It seemed to be a senior butler with a chest-lifting and foot-walking among the medieval aristocrats.
He walked to the intersection of the carriage outside the banquet place, aimed at the noble lady who came down from the carriage, and began to deceive.
Victor: "..."
Victor stared at him hard, but he was almost embarrassed several times.
This is a very magical thing. It turns out that Tyrone was standing on the road because he was too lazy to cover up. Now he deliberately concealed it. It was like a drop of water coming into the lake, and even other water droplets could not tell him.
After about ten minutes, Tyrone came over with a large stack of invitations.
Victor shocked: "Do we need so much? This is enough for a football team to get in!"
Tyron snorted, pulling Victor and pulling him to the corner.
Then he stretched his long arm and put Victor in the hands of him. He kissed him and said, "Look at the piano."
Victor saw it for a long while: "This... this person is stealing? He is the teacher of Vatican?!!"
Teren Road: "Well."
After a while, Keno, disguised as a bard, took the stolen invitation and sneaked into the corner to start -
He saw a piece of Victor's note paper, with a small flower on it, and the petals were very ugly.
Keno: "..."
Well, Mr. Assassin can only go back to a nobleman with an invitation and stole one. Then he found that it was still a note paper, and this time he painted a fly.
After two round trips, he stole the pig head and a big doll. Apparently Mr. Keno did not know that this doll was called a rain doll, but this did not prevent him from getting angry.
Keno: "Odin"! you can!
Teacher Kino was on fire and went back and stole one.
This time I opened it carefully and watched it: there was no painting inside, only a little food residue was caught.
Smell it carefully and bring a skewer.
Keno: "..............."
How can there be such an annoying assassin master in the world! ! !
The aristocrats who were stolen from the invitation were chilled out, and when they entered the scene, they suddenly found the problem and the door suddenly slammed.
Victor worried: "What should I do next? Can you go in?"
Tyron said: "Go in."
He stuffed an invitation to Victor and said: "The beautiful girls standing in the corner are all 妓-female, as long as you have invitations to let them enter, they will serve for one night free of charge."
Victor took over the invitation and said: "Wait, isn't we together..."
Tyron looked at him and said, "Still, they are too cheap. You go in alone, hehe."
Victor was crisp and said, "Well, don't bother with your plan. Don't play too much. After all, people are a lot of elders..."
Old antiques guarantee: "Not too much."
Victor looked at him with suspicious eyes for two seconds.
Teren Road: "Guarantee not to bully and cry."
Victor: "..."
After watching Victor enter the game, Tyrone walked to a bard to ask him for a road. By the way, he stole a collar, a piano, a pick, and a purse for him. It has also become a bard.
The real bard was stunned and flickered, grabbing a map that was stuffed into his hand and rushing: "Yes! The Holy Land is that direction!"
When he turned around, Tyrone had long since disappeared.
The bard, Mr. Tyron, ran to grab the business of the poet Keno.