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"Selvina, it's best to calm down your emotions that are about to explode. I don't want us to be implicated because of your relationship during the mission." Someone finally responded to Sevina's words, "Young people are not your playfulness. As an excuse, I think becoming stable and mature as soon as possible is the first thing that holy envoys like us should do. If you really go to Manoma in the future, you will cause bad things, and there is no room for you to regret it. And another chance.”

Buck is the oldest of the five. His speech is as smooth as a tracked chariot, and his voice is loud and rumbles, breaking the empty and lonely air of the night.

"Mr. Buck, I don't want to be like you in the future." Savina said nonchalantly, as her character might be. "This is not called prudent, and it is impossible to call it rigid."

Jerbo looked over with interest but said nothing. But after Buck listened to Savina's words, he didn't even turn his head. He just walked by himself, still counting the number of street lamps in his eyes.

"Perhaps we can change the adjective and explain it as accepting fate. Just like the admiration and reverence of the fanatical saints for the gods." Savina continued, "It's not that the task is not completed, it just makes the process of the task more exciting and interesting. 1 One bullet can kill the enemy. If time permits, we might as well shoot a few more bullets, all on the hands and feet, and wait for a while to consider the issue of life and death. The saints we usually receive all have the same face. This time is rare. There are new ones, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity.”

"I believe in simplicity. If something can be solved with one operation, I won't give it a second operation." Buck spread his hands in front of him. "I am not very outstanding. I am still hovering on the transition line between the late stage of the first stage and the early stage of the second stage. . In the past ten years, I have done many tasks like this. I just want to complete it as soon as possible, and then go back to the room in the church to enjoy the air conditioning, sit down to drink afternoon tea and eat snacks in the evening. You four young people want more entertainment. I have no objection to the program. As long as the time scale can be grasped."

"I have the same opinion." At this time, Na interjected, "The church is indeed a depressing place, what do you think?"

No one answered this question, and there was no conversation between the five of them. They all walked quietly on the road that was flooded with light. Savina took the silence of Jerbo and Deuh as acquiescence to this decision, and said no more. But my mind is already thinking about how to arrange entertainment programs in the near future.

At the same time, when most people are asleep, on the other side of the Oria region, here is a very ordinary travel hotel, a place designed to provide cheap accommodation for travelers in a hurry.

In the corridor that smelled a bit musty, the power of the lamps was very low, and the light did not seem to penetrate the darkness, but instead increased the depth of the darkness. If you don't squint, the scenery here will be blurry. Even with this hotel layout, the corridor is only performing its sole function as a corridor.

The wallpaper at the end is tattered, and there hangs a large refurbished clock. The pendulum sounds unsteadily, and the hands above point to the carved number "three". It's no longer the time to be active, but there are a group of people who don't need complete sleep.

A door on the side of the corridor was opened, and a woman in pajamas with a lazy and sleepy expression walked out. It seemed like I had to get up to go to the bathroom. The cheap room only had a bed, table and chairs. If you were lucky, there might be some usable clothes hangers. He squinted his eyes and took a cautious look in front and back of the corridor to make sure there was no one, and then cautiously walked toward the toilet with his neck hunched.

After her figure disappeared into the toilet door, seven or eight doors along the corridor opened at the same time. A group of people wearing different disguises came out carrying their own things. There was no sound on their feet, or the sound was louder than Xia Xia's. Mosquitoes are even thinner. As if they had gone through countless training exercises in this hotel, the narrow corridor did not seem crowded with a few people standing there. As women, they all maintain figures that do not fluctuate much above or below the standard.

The few of them looked at each other, exchanged basic information through gestures, and completely disappeared from the small hotel before the person who got up to go to the toilet came out.

After coming out of the toilet and hugging his hands, the person felt that the temperature was still lower than he thought in the middle of the night. Not feeling anything inappropriate in the corridor, she opened her ajar door, walked in, and closed it with a "snap".

Immediately, nearly ten pairs of black soft-soled leather shoes stepped into the almost false light of the corridor, wearing thin black windbreakers, all with serious faces.

Their respective divisions of labor were clear. Each of them controlled a door on the edge of the corridor, waiting for the time on the watch to reach an agreed time point at the same time. However, the handle-type door lock was twisted hard, and they all groaned in pain. Several people opened the door and stood in silence for a few seconds before they rushed into the house when they realized something was wrong. A small amount of cold light slipped in from the corridor. Everything inside was neatly placed in its original position, and the sheets on the bed had not been touched from beginning to end.

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

"Run away, but not for long." Someone communicated through hand gestures.

"If we catch up, they won't be able to escape for long. The order has been issued. Except for the saint, there is no need to bring anyone else back alive."

Several people closed the door again. The second hand of the big clock on the wall passed less than five spaces, and the corridor became the same as before.

In the shadow of the building at night, several figures rise and fall. It seemed that they were in a hurry and did not predict the size of the shadow area and its depth in advance, and what kind of body posture they should adopt to perfectly connect between the intermittent shadows without exposing their own bodies. They did not do so now. Time and energy to consider.

"Aunt Roberta, this distance should be enough. Those people didn't catch up again." At these words, the speeding team all stopped and surrendered themselves to the gap between the building and the shadow. The moon high in the sky dropped cold frost, and there were bright stars all around.

The middle-aged and elderly servant Roberta stopped at this time, her breathing was not disordered, and she maintained a perfect figure. All physiological activities in her body were normal for who knows how many years. Aging does not seem to cause the body's various functions to weaken according to natural laws. She looked at the group of cautious young maids and housekeepers behind her, but her eyes only reflected the black shadow.