A man walked out of the room, and Kara and Leigh made sure through the small hole in the ceiling that he was indeed one of the two remaining two people at Sunolte School. He had already changed into a suit www.biquge.info of clothes, cotton pajamas, the standard ones in the merchant ship's room. There was impatience on his face, probably waiting for the agreed time to buy something with the dead man and come back had long passed, but he still didn't hear anyone knocking on his door, so he decided to go and check it out himself.

Have you forgotten?" he thought to himself, and in a few steps he stepped in front of the room next to him where Cassia and the others were, and even yawned on the way, and his whole body exuded what was called random fluctuations in aura. But he didn't notice that in the ceiling above his head, two pairs of eyes were staring at him faintly. The danger was all around him, but the dull senses had long since lost sight of it. He was about to walk over and knock on the door.

And in Kara's plan, the target person is also needed to knock on the door of the room, which is a key part of it. Because Leigh and Kara are inside the ceiling, and without radio communication, they can only use the enemy's hands to transmit the signal that the plan has begun and is being carried out.

Two small-caliber pistols were ready, and the bullets inside were specially replaced by ordinary gunpowder bullets by Kara. It's not just that the platinum gunpowder bullets explode louder when they are fired, but the smell of gunpowder smoke may be stronger. It is also because the power of small-caliber ordinary bullets is enough to deal with such an enemy without the slightest defense and vigilance. Although the density and hardness of the bones of the surgeon's head have increased a lot, as long as they do not reach the level of real steel, any kind of firearm that can kill ordinary people can still pose a lethal threat to them.

Moreover, after an ordinary bullet penetrates a layer of the skull of the operator, it will lose most of its power due to the cushioning effect of the skull, and after destroying the brain tissue of the injured person, it can just stay in the head of the injured person, and the bullet will not penetrate twice. But if it's a platinum bullet, the result is, of course, a faster and more efficient way to kill the target. But the sound of the bullet is louder, and the powerful bullet can instantly shatter the surgeon's head, and as soon as it passes through, it brings out a large mixture of brain tissue and blood and sprays out. Not only would this make the smell of blood in the air stronger, but it would also be a hassle for Kasia and them to clean up the stains in the hallway. They thought about a lot of details before executing the plan. Even if the enemy has now turned into a little sheep, they will still do their best to deal with it and not let the slightest mistake go wrong in the process.

But these meticulous preparations are destined to be incomprehensible to the Sunolte School student in Carla and Leigh's eyes. He didn't even know what would await him when he knocked on the metal door in front of him at random.

Stepping on slippers to the door, everything was like a script written by five people, and a sound sounded on the metal door that was not crisp or dull, not even a code. If it were Cassia and them, before opening the door, they would judge whether the person outside the door was their ally based on the rhythm and frequency of the knock, and then they would open the door.

The knock on the door turned into a signal between the two, and the sound of the small-caliber pistol being shot out of the chamber, as Carla and the others had reckoned, was perfectly muffled by the ever-present noise around them.

The Sunolt student's body also fell forward with the rocking of the ship, and the back of his head had two bullet holes that were clearly smaller than the thickness of his little finger. It was only a momentary occurrence, and he had no idea what was suddenly changing around him, as if he didn't know how he had fallen asleep, and his life had been drawn to rest in the corridor of the tenth floor of the merchant ship.

The corpse fell forward, and the door in front of it was just open. Kasia and Gustin had already pulled out a crisp white sheet on the left and right, as if the corpse had been accurately poured on it after careful calculations in advance. The first thing they did, of course, was to search the corpse for its contents, and then they wrapped the corpse tightly in a white sheet, and Krichens immediately took over from behind, not forgetting to put a thick plastic bag over the bullet-ridden head to prevent the smell from leaking out. Like the first corpse, it was stuffed into a cupboard and covered tightly with a quilt.

Kasia and Gustin didn't close the door right away, they even spread their cross pupils, carefully looking for any traces of blood left on the ground. Then use your nose to sniff the air around you, what is the concentration of the smell of gunpowder and the faint smell of blood, and whether it can be perfectly suppressed by the faint fragrance of flowers in the corridor.

Carla and Leigh didn't say a word on it, but in the short time they took a few breaths, they also completed the reloading of the pistol. They moved to the door of the last remaining man's room, and the cartridge casings of the first bullet were placed in the pockets of their clothes.

After making sure that everything was going perfectly well, and that the two small bullet holes in the ceiling could not be spotted without looking closely, and by a random glance, Gustin gestured to the holes that served as sights, and motioned for the plan to proceed.

The five returned to their respective positions, only for a moment when Krichens and Cassia changed positions. Gustin remained in his room, while Krichens and Kasia moved to the room of the man who had just been shot. The corpse had a code card inside its pajamas, and it was easy to get in and out of the room.

The room was furnished in exactly the same way, even the black leather box was of the same size. Only this time there was no cash in the suitcase, and the weapons were just simple pistols and a few ammo. The rest were clothes, and a bunch of delicate tools that had been carefully maintained, and even half of them were of the same nature as a difference machine, and various tools related to gears and shafts took up most of the space in the suitcase.

"Is that the programmer who cracked the Diffim Array?" "As Kasia looked at the tools, he thought of the violently destroyed Diff machine slot in the Spider Mining Machinery building.

I wanted to study more of these delicate tools, but there were more important plans on her body at the moment, and Kasia put away her curiosity. As before, when he had made all the preparations he could make, he moved his chair in front of the metal door, and in his hand he held a small-caliber pistol loaded with ordinary bullets and loaded, and slowly adjusted his state, and waited for the last student of Sunolte School to fall into their trap.

The last student was named Letterman, and the information was clearly on it with his name and accompanying photograph. Unlike Kasia's military school, they need to determine their own team and captain. And Letterman is the captain of the team personally recognized by the Sunolt School, and there must be something good about it, and Kara and they have to treat this last prey with 100% condition.

It was not a long wait, but it began again in the silence of the air.

At this moment, the merchant ship is still in the boundless gray-black clouds, and the climb is far from over.