"Sevena, it's better to curb your mood that is about to explode. I don't want to get involved because of your relationship on the way to perform the mission." Finally, someone responded to Sevena's words, "Youth is not an excuse for you to play. Become steady and mature as soon as possible. I think it's the first thing that a holy envoy like us should do. In the future, I really went to Manoma. You will be bad things like this, and there is no chance to let you go back on your word and have another chance."

Buck is the oldest of the five. He speaks smoothly like a tracked chariot moving forward, and his voice also "rumbling" loudly, breaking the lonely air in the late night sky.

"Mr. Buck, I don't want to be like you in the future." Sevena said indifferently. Her personality may be like this. "This is not called steady, nor is it impossible to say it is rigid."

Gerbo looked over with interest and didn't say anything. But after hearing Sevina's words, Buck didn't even turn his head, just caring about walking by himself, counting the number of street lights in his eyes.

"Maybe we can change the adjective and interpret it as accepting fate. It's like the fanatical saints' praise and awe of gods." Sevena continued, "It's not that they don't complete the task, but that the task process is more exciting and interesting. One bullet can kill the enemy. If time allows, we might as well shoot a few more bullets, and hit them all, and wait a while to consider the issue of life and death. The saints we usually receive have the same face. This time there is rare new one, and I don't want to miss the opportunity."

"I believe in simplicity. If you can solve it with one blow, you won't give a second blow." Buck spread his hands in front. "I am not very good, and I am still hovering on the transition line between the late stage of the first and early stages of the second stage of the operation. In more than ten years, I have done a lot of this task. I just want to complete it as soon as possible, and then go back to the room of the temple to blow air conditioning, sit down and drink afternoon tea, and eat evening snacks. You four young people want more entertainment programs, but I don't object. As long as you can grasp the standards of time, it's fine."

"I think the same way." At this time, Na interrupted, "The temple is indeed a place of depression. What do you think?"

No one answered this question, and the five people had no conversation, and they all walked quietly on the road under the light. Sevena took the silence of Gerbo and Doich as acquiesce to this decision, and did not speak more. But she was already thinking about how to arrange entertainment programs in the near future.

Meanwhile, during the time when most people are sleeping, on the other side of the Oria region, this is a very ordinary travel hotel, which provides cheap accommodation for travelers on hurrying trips.

In the corridor that emits a little moldy smell, the power of the lamps is very low, and the light does not seem to penetrate the darkness, but instead increases the depth of darkness. Without squinting your eyes, the scenery here is blurred. Even with this kind of hotel layout, the corridor only exercises its only function as the corridor.

The wallpaper at the end was broken, and there was a large renovated bell hanging there. The pendulum sounded unstable, and the pointer on it pointed to the carved number "three". It was no longer the time to move, but there was a group of people who did not need a complete sleep here.

A door next to the corridor was opened, and a woman in pajamas with a lazy and sleepy expression appeared. She seemed to get up to go to the toilet. There were only beds, tables and chairs in the cheap room. She was lucky and might have a clothes hanger that could still be used. She squinted her eyes and looked around the front and back of the corridor with a warning, and then she made sure there was no one. Then she carefully shrank her neck and walked towards the toilet.

When her figure disappeared into the toilet door, the seven or eight doors on the edge of the corridor opened at the same time. A group of people wearing different camouflage costumes walked out with their own things. There was no sound on their feet, or the sound was thinner than the mosquitoes in summer. As if they had undergone countless training exercises in this hotel, in the narrow corridor, several people stood there without appearing crowded. As women, they all maintained a body that was not floating up and down the standard.

Several people looked at each other and exchanged basic information through gestures. Then, before the person who got up to use the toilet came out, they completely disappeared into this small hotel.

After coming out of the toilet and holding her hands, the person felt that the temperature was lower in the middle of the night than he thought. He didn't feel any inappropriate in the corridor. She opened the door she had hidden, walked in, and closed it with a "bang".

Then, nearly ten pairs of black soft-soled leather shoes stepped into the almost fake lights in the corridor, covered with thin black windbreakers, all with serious faces.

Their respective division of labor was clear. They controlled a door beside the corridor, waiting for the time on the table to reach an agreed time point at the same time. The handle-type door lock was twisted hard, and all groaned in pain. Several people opened the door and were silent for a few seconds outside the door. Only then did they jump into the room when they found something was wrong. The cold light of the corridor slipped in a few bunches, and the things inside were arranged in their original positions. The sheets on the bed were never passive from beginning to end.

For those who have just left and those who are coming now, resting is always enough just a chair.

"I ran away, but it won't be long." Someone communicated through gestures.

"If you chase after me, they won't be able to escape for long. After the order is issued, except for the Saint, everyone else no longer has to be brought back alive."

Several people pulled the door again. The big clock second hand walked through less than five squares on the wall, and the corridor became the same as before.

In the shadow of the building at night, several figures rose and fell in it. They seemed in a hurry and did not predict the size of the shadow area and its depth in advance. They should use what kind of physical posture to perfectly connect between the interrupted shadows without exposing their own shapes. Now they do not have the time and energy to consider.

"My Madam Roberta, this distance should be enough, and those people did not catch up." The fast-moving team stopped in this sentence and devoted themselves to the gap between the building and the shadow. The moon in the sky fell cold frost, and there was a sprinkling of bright stars around it.
Chapter completed!