Chapter 366 Team 103, Gift of Destiny
Finally, when he typed the last word and pressed the Enter key, the evaluation template of the page instantly disappeared, and the scale in the center of the screen appeared again.
One end of the Libra - the side of the villain's corpse, began to slowly sink, as if he was overwhelmed by an invisible force.
On the other end, a golden light suddenly appeared, and a golden number jumped out of the shadow, suspended in the air, flashing with dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, the screen jumped again and a transfer window popped up.
The background of the window is very simple this time, it is a window similar to bank transfer. The number just now is displayed, and the blank box for entering the transfer information below.
Lou Banwen entered the account information expressionlessly to confirm the transfer.
The scarlet eyes on the screen slowly closed and eventually disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
The page has returned to darkness, and only a line of blood-red text slowly emerges:
"The weighing is over, the transaction is established, and the goods will be processed within seven working days." >
[Joker]: Are there any other requirements?
Lou Duan pinched his eyebrows and tapped his fingers on the keyboard, making a crisp sound.
When breaking, breaking: Seven working days are too long, I hope it can be faster, and in addition, I hope it will look unexpected.
[Joker]: The location of the Ninth District is remote, and it takes time for the pickup to come to the door, and your additional requests are also very troublesome.
Lou Duan's eyes turned slightly cold, his fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment, and then he typed a line of words:
When you break, you break: So, can't you do it?
[Joker]: You have to add more money! ! !
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The lights falling from the upper city are like a huge spider web, covering the downtown that has woken up from sleep.
A dilapidated apartment building in District 9, in the stairwell, dust deposited like fine hourglass, and each staircase was covered with a layer of gray.
On the wall, graffiti was radiant, and every color burned the eyes.
The paintings are both wild and chaotic, with chaotic colors attacking like a nightmare. Irregular lines and abstract patterns impact the human visual nerves, making people involuntarily feel a slight dizziness.
They seem to have some kind of malicious intention, inducing every viewer to subconsciously look away from the disturbing tone and composition.
However, hidden deep in these colors are camera probes that are disguised as seamlessly, and the cold lens is silently staring at every stranger stepping into this place.
Everyone who enters here will be completely captured by cameras and infrared scanning. Any abnormality can cause the walls of the corridor to collapse in half a second, emit colorful venom, and reduce death. rain.
On the top floor, the windows were wrapped in thick black curtains like sealed coffins, and even a trace of light could not be revealed.
Inside the house, the lights were dim and gloomy, like a dying breath flashed and disappeared, and the air was filled with a disgusting mixture of odors—old tobacco, unsettling blood, and The corrosion of metal rust is sour.
The bald man leaned on a shabby sofa with cracked leather revealing the yellowed filling inside.
He held a cup of gray-blue "ice cream" in his hand, with a sticky texture and a shaping shape like a broken human brain flower.
He did not use a spoon, but digged it directly with his rough fingers. His nails were deeply trapped in the paste. Every time he dug out a piece, he slowly put it into his mouth, and a strangeness appeared on his face. a sense of satisfaction.
When his tongue licked the ice cream remaining on his fingertips, his eyes were stunned, as if he was chewing not on food, but on the memories flowing in the food.
The thin team member next to him was wiping a pistol with a blood-stained cloth. His eyes were empty and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.
Whenever he wipes a bullet, he mutters in a low voice, his voice hoarse and weird, as if he is talking to an invisible existence.
In the middle of the room, a woman squatted on the floor, her posture was like a beast ready to go.
She held a sharp knife in her hand, the blade was pitch black and shining with a cold light, like the scales of a poisonous snake under the dim light.
There was a piece of twitching "raw meat" on the floor, and the blood overflowed from the incision, winding into dark red marks, soaking the ground.
The woman carefully cut her prey, and every time she cut the blade, she was impeccable.
She put the cut pieces of meat in front of her eyes and looked at it for a moment, then gently licked the blade with the tip of her tongue, her movements were gentle and restrained. A technician wearing glasses sat on the other end of the room, buried in the ruins of a pile of circuit boards and parts.
His glasses reflected the cold light of the computer screen, and the eyes behind the lens were as focused as mechanical devices.
His fingers split into weird tentacles, wandering on a wireless jammer circuit board, soldering, adjusting, and assembling, and moving as smoothly as flowing water.
He hummed an untuned melody in his mouth. The melody was broken and scattered, and he could not hear any rules, but inexplicably made people feel heavy in their eyes.
Suddenly, a new email popped up on the screen of the laptop, with a Libra logo in the middle.
The technician clicked the email casually, and Yu Guang glanced casually. However, when his eyes fell on the three names on the [receipt], his pupils shrank suddenly and his fingers stopped on the mouse. superior.
His expression was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing an indescribable expression.
"Isn't this... the idiot who negotiated with us?"
The technician seemed to have seen something interesting and couldn't help laughing:
"Captain, the upper part is sent A new task has come down."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "How happy are you to come to the mission? Even the animals have to take a breath. You are not tired." The woman's appetite for meat was weak, and she ended her eating with one knife.
It was a deformed corpse, and its twisted head finally stopped twitching at this moment. Its strange eyes were filled with a liberation luster, as if thanking for this sudden end.
Its ribs were turned outward, ferocious and tragic, and the flesh and blood in the entire chest were almost cleaned, as empty as if it was a kind of wreckage after a sacrifice.
The technician laughed and walked quickly to the captain with the computer: "Captain, do you look at the name on the [receipt]? Do you look familiar?"
The bald man whispered the brain flowers on his fingers, swept his eyes casually, then blinked, and his mouth was grinning and his uneven black teeth were revealed:
"It's a coincidence right now, right?"
The other team members stopped their actions when they heard this, and they all surrounded them together. Soon, tacit resonated in the room. The weird laughter.
"Interesting."
"Since our team 103 was formed, we have to fall back on this kind of thing, hoho--"
"It's not a coincidence, fate Focus everything in your eyes..."
The bald man licked his lips, clenched his fists and clamped his chest, showing a hint of heart-wrenching enthusiasm on his face, adding: "This is the arrangement of fate!" The room was quiet for a moment, and everyone stood solemnly.
The same crazy look appeared on their faces, and almost subconsciously, they all covered their fists in their chests, their eyes as fierce as flames.
"Red Dragonfly, don't let me hear your complaints in the future. Every order sent by the above is a gift of fate. Do you understand?"
The woman's face froze, nodded heavily, and then asked: "I understand, so, how can we deal with this list?"
The bald man's face cleared a little, and his mouth was full of black teeth. "Of course: for the sake of fate, death."
A group of team members lowered their voices at the same time, and repeated in unison:
"For the sake of fate, sacrifice death!"
The bald man slowly stretched out his finger, pointed to the familiar name, and said quietly:
"Since it is a surprise given by fate, Then let him last and deal with it... The last one is the most delicious!!! ”
(The end of this chapter)