Doomsday Sanctuary

This villa has an area of ​​more than 600 square meters, and the basement space is not small. It is also 80 or 90 square meters. It is divided into two rooms and one living room. The decoration of the room is very magnificent.

The lobby area is also about forty square feet, and it is installed like a bar, with a square-shaped counter, and a wine cabinet is built on the whole wall behind it, which is filled with wine.

At this moment, three combat team members were sitting in front of the bar counter, drinking and talking in a low voice.

The weapon was placed aside, and it seemed that the three of them were chatting very happily, and they laughed from time to time. The three of them were obviously drunk on their faces, and they did not notice Di Ping coming down the stairs.

Cheng Chao's footsteps were heavy, and when he stepped onto the stairs, the three of them were awakened, and all of them looked back.

When they saw Di Ping, who had a gloomy face, the three of them immediately awoke halfway from the wine, and quickly stood up, moving too quickly, knocking the chair under them to the ground, making a huge noise.

"City Lord!"

The voices of the three were tense, and the chairs behind them fell down and did not dare to help them. They looked down at the feet.

The combat team is disciplined. Drinking is not allowed when there is a mission. Although they don't care much, the three of them still feel panic if they let the city owner catch a manifestation.

The anger in Di Ping's heart became more and more raging. He discovered that it would be impossible for the combat team to not reorganize. He usually looked at it and didn't expect to find so many problems when he took a closer look.

In the past, as long as the young and middle-aged people were recruited, the combat team was allowed to join the combat team. There was never screening, and there was no threshold. Today, I found that there are too many system problems.

The good and the bad of the combat team are uneven, and some players with bad conduct quickly lead to the destruction of another player, causing the quality of the team to decline.

Although there are usually self-pressing, there will be no problems in general, but once you are not there, this group will instantly collapse.

This is not alarmist!

At this time, Di Ping was no longer in the mood to criticize the three players. He asked with a sullen face:

"Where is Wang Dequan?"

Hearing Di Ping's voice, a member of the third foreign team, his body shook, and then he reacted, pointing anxiously at the door of a room and saying, "City...City lord...is...here! "

"How are people making noise?"

Di Ping looked at the closed door of the innermost room and asked in a deep voice.

"Also...it's still quiet, just looking in one direction and muttering non-stop!"

The combat team who had just spoken out had a better mental quality than the other two, and immediately replied when Di Ping asked.

"Hmm! Open the door!"

Di Pianyang nodded expressionlessly.

"Yes!"

The man immediately responded, took out the key from his waist, hurriedly ran forward and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a heavy smell of disinfectant rushed out, Di Ping frowned and looked into the room.

This is a semi-sunken basement. The room opens with a 30 cm wide long glass window a little higher than the ground.

A wisp of thread shot in through the glass window, illuminating the room, and Di Ping cleared the situation in the room at a glance.

The room is very simple, a bit like a normal hotel room, with a bed, a wardrobe and a writing desk.

The sunlight entered the room and was shining on the bed. At this time, there was a person on the bed covered with white sheets.

He wrapped his hands with thick gauze, which was obviously much shorter than others. Seeing that the length of his elbow was gone, a little blood on it was so dazzling.

The two severed arms were held upright, as if they were accusing him of something?

However, the complexion on Wang Dequan's face is much better than before, except that it is rarely ruddy, not as pale as before.