The two sides did not speak, and at this moment they were very tacitly silent, using their ears from the microphone to spy on the reactions of others. Only their respective breaths became the same background sound on both sides.

The sound of breathing from there seemed to be a little dry, and the man seemed to be pinching his nose to breathe, which was very special, but he couldn't tell the specific sensation in it.

"Who are you?" asked Iyeta, asking provocatively, closing her small suitcase with her free hand, which contained the weapons necessary for mission and self-protection.

There was no answer, and the sound of breathing disappeared completely. Iyeta immediately stood up, hung up the communication, and then went to the window, taking a closer look at the outside through the open curtains, while contacting the last remaining teammates.

The four of them didn't live on the same floor, they were separated by a certain distance, and each of them had a different room location.

"Miss Iyeta?" the rest of the teammates were puzzled, because they had only contacted each other about the information not long ago, and what they had to say had already been said at that time.

"Hurry up and get out of the hotel, the enemy is coming. Iyeta said directly, "What's more, now it's just the two of us. ”

Without waiting for an answer, Iyeta hung up the communication. Carrying her pale yellow box, putting on a pair of flat glasses, and changing her appearance slightly, Iyeta immediately went downstairs and went to the underground parking lot.

The parking lot was dim, and there weren't many lights turned on, some of which were so old that the light could barely show a shadow in the darkness of mid-air.

Walking up the stairs, Iyeta carried a box and a pistol with a long magazine in one hand, controlling the strength and amplitude of her steps, and silently walked to the spare vehicle that the team had prepared in advance in the parking lot.

When staying in this hotel temporarily, the four of them carefully prepared an extra rented limousine, which was separated from the one they often used, one left and one right, and parked in two opposite areas of the underground garage. I thought I was being too careful, but I didn't expect it to work so quickly.

Placing herself in the shadows pulled by the pillars of the underground garage, Iyeta cautiously approached the spare limousine. In the garage, it seems that she is the only one now, and the slightest sound can be amplified many times by the surrounding black and white light and shadow, as well as the silent space. The air was filled with dry dust, and Iyeta suddenly felt her mouth feel a little dry. She looked through the gap in the parked limousine to the other side of the garage, her eyes flickering.

There was no one, no one else around, everything was safe, she wasn't sure, the spare limousine was less than ten meters away from her. With her flexibility, she believes she can complete all the steps to get on and start in five or six seconds.

But there was something blocking in his heart, relying on solid red mercury to enter the second stage of surgery, and Iyeta gradually discovered the additional benefits of solid red mercury. The ascension of the surgical stage is the most intuitive experience, but the various organs of the body, as well as their abilities, seem to be affected by the solid red mercury. Some senses become more acute than the surgeon himself realizes. As she felt now, Iyeta knew that there were objects nearby that she instinctively felt dangerous.

At that moment, Iyeta curled up in a ball, hiding in a dark shadow, her heart beating and breathing down at the same time.

"Ding!" As Iyeta hid in the shadows, the elevator connecting to the underground garage lit up. There, the protective door opened, and a fat woman came down with a sleeping baby wrapped in a pale gray cloth.

The woman is a little young, and she doesn't have much powder on her face, and she looks a different kind of hazy beauty under the light. The footsteps were a little hesitant, and there was no one in the underground garage at this time, which was indeed a bit infiltrating.

"Is there anyone?" the young mother was timid and shouted loudly, lacking a sense of confidence. She was scared that if someone else was there, maybe it would be much better.

With no one to answer the young mother's questions, she walked to the parked limousine with her baby in her arms. The direction is unbiased, and it is the direction of the shadow that Iyeta hides.

The sound of footsteps was amplified by the space, and after a few seconds, the entire garage seemed to be filled with a rhythmless "popping" sound.

Soon, the young mother seemed to be next to her parked limousine. She carefully held her child in one hand, reached into her coat pocket with the other, and was about to pull out her code card to open the door. But the action of pulling out the code card stopped at this moment, and the young mother's body stiffened.

On the limousine in front of her, I don't know when, next to her own dark shadow, there was another emaciated shadow. The shadow was stretched very long by the shadow of the lamp, and only from the width and narrowness of the shadow, the sturdy and thin figure could be vividly and naturally depicted in the head.

The thin shadow also moved at this time. The pitch-black shadow was stretching its arm, pulling out something very long. The young mother did not say a word, her body trembled slightly, as if she was frightened by the man who had come behind her without a word, and stood there without obvious movement.

Until the thin shadow pulled things out completely, and the cold light reflected under the lamps shone on the limousine. It was a slender single-edged sword, with a blade that probably exceeded about a meter and a half. A bright snow-colored color in the light, and the sharp edge cuts through the sight of the past.

The sword was slowly leveled by the thin man, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ground rose slowly as it was pointed at the young woman in front of him. The stiff young female mother finally moved, and she herself knew that if she continued to wait, she would not be able to find a breakthrough in the man behind her. Now I can only fight desperately at the last moment.

The two shot almost at the same time. The young mother turned, and with both hands tore open the gray-white fabric that wrapped the baby, and there was no sleeping baby in it, except for a soft pillow, a loaded rapid-fire light machine gun with a chain of bullets. When he turned around, he pressed the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a reddish flame, and the bullet was fired, drawing dark red ballistic lines in the dim. The young mother's face was hideous, and she finally revealed her original frightened face that belonged to men.

And at the moment when the gunshots rang out, the thin man also aimed the tip of his sword at the man.

"Whew!" as if some solemn ritual was taking place, the man finally exhaled softly, a fiery white breath. Immediately, the thin man's body twisted between black and white light and shadow, and the long sword was swung by the man several times in an instant, each time slashing out a dazzling silver streamer in the dimness. The silver streamers of the sword bodies snapped together from end to end, weaving into a bright net that completely enveloped the man in front of him disguised as a young mother.