Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

"Hello, excuse me."

Li Mo was sitting at a tea stall not far from the hotel.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a plainclothes to come to talk.

Naturally, however, he responded fluently.

"It's nothing, I'm just here to do some business."

"After all, the surrounding economy is not very good, and the capital may be better. 99

The plainclothes asked a few questions over and over again, and turned away without much doubt.

After all, in his opinion, the middle-aged man played by Li Mo is just drinking tea quietly, so what's the point of letting him drink until the end of the world?

In fact, he guessed correctly, Li Mo has completed all the arrangements at this time, and now he is just waiting for a result and watching a performance.

The runaway group in the street not far away set sail once again, very skillfully circling left and right facing the group of receptions and hotels, and began to release their enthusiasm.

"If you don't exercise today, you will die young tomorrow!

"Sweat is only temporary, longevity can enjoy life! 99

"Don't be afraid of other people's eyes, just show your own style!"

In just a few days, the slogans of these aunts have been innovating and changing several versions.

At this time, the members of the pursuit team have long been used to it. They should sleep and sleep, and guard when they need to, and they are completely unmoved.

"To be honest, in 280 words, I don't think that dead artist suddenly appeared.

Lu Ze yawned.

"At present, that guy is likely to be dissuaded by the excessively severe security conditions here, which is very reasonable."

"Or we really missed an opportunity and should have reduced the number of defenders.

There was a lot of discussion among the pursuit team.

So far, for such a long time, the death artist has not appeared, and the thinking of normal people is the same.

That thing is just the same as before, so it's just suspicious.

Only Karl Roske, who was still locked in the room, kicked the stool at the foot of the bed very angrily.

Then helplessly patted his face again.

"Damn, just hold on and hold on, I can go back, it's worth doing anything for $10 million.

He kept convincing himself.

Finally, he opened the suitcase sent by the spider, and opened a random bottle from the rows of medicines inside.

Regarding these drugs, they were actually randomly sampled when they were delivered.

However, even if you are cautious enough in the pursuit team, they will not think that there will be any problems with the medicines sent by the Yan family and his son personally, so the inspection is carried out carefully, but it is not necessary to open every can of medicine to take a look.

At this time, Karl Rosque poured out the medicine directly from the bottle, which was about six or seven capsules.

The reason why he takes so much is very simple. He has the reason for neurasthenia, so the special medicine that was strictly supplied to her before is of very weak quality. May be to increase the amount of medication.

"Leave in a few days, hold on... hold on."

He casually poured a glass of water and drank the pills.

And then the members of the pursuit team below also showed a narrow smile.

"As a rule, he would kick the table a few times before going to bed. 99

Cheng Ningnan added with a smile, "If it wasn't for security regulations, he should have compensated for the damage to the objects in our houses.

Then the atmosphere fell into silence for a short time, and the members of this team were still closely observing the surroundings and monitoring.

Although their patience has been wiped out again and again, the dead artist shows no sign of emerging.

But they are all well-trained elites, and even in such an extremely harsh environment, they are very energetic.

It is always assumed that the enemy may suddenly come out to attack.

However, Karl Rosque, who was locking himself in the room at this time, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"The effect of this medicine is too good..."

The words were only half said.

He passed out quickly on the ground, and didn't even have time to climb into bed.

Karl Rosk's last consciousness is one by one

"Could it be that I was plotted by the dead artist?

"It's not good, your group of hunters and the Homeland Security Agency, hurry up and protect me!"

He tried his best to speak.

It's a pity that he just grunted a few words in his throat and then there was no sound.

At this time, the scene downstairs was harmonious.

"Strange, why didn't he kick the stool today?"

He Yike has been with this group of people for a long time, and his temperament also seems to be a lot more open, joking casually.

"Maybe it's because he hurt his foot when he kicked it before, or does it feel like it's useless to vent?"

The rest of the chasing members also followed suit with ccfe tongues.

There was a lot of laughter in the field, and everyone's faces were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

A few streets away, Li Mo was sitting at the tea stall.

He looked at the chopstick holder on the table, when the shadow overlapped with a palm pattern on his palm as the sunlight shone.

"Time is up.

"Game over, I'm the winner.""

Li Mo is very calm.

He raised his cup and pointed in a certain direction.

"To our father and son of the Yan family who have been cocooning themselves, also to Mr. Karl Roske, who is seeking his own death, and finally goodbye to the friends of the Homeland Security who are in vain. 35

He smiled silently in his heart, and then drank the tea.

Then it becomes the passage of time every minute and second.

The members of the pursuit team are still carefully observing the surrounding scenes.

Everything was no different from the previous days, until the group of the beastly aunts had gradually dispersed.

They didn't notice any unease until about an hour later.

He Yike turned his head abruptly, "Wait a minute, there is one less man in the team today who is very popular with this group of aunties, have you noticed? 35

"???"

Cheng Ningnan was a little confused, "Does this have anything to do with us?"

And Li Mingwei just reacted much faster, "Did you mean to say..."

I can't blame Cheng Ningnan, the reaction was a bit slow, mainly because Li Mingwei, He Yike and Li Mo have fought too many times, and already have a kind of persecution paranoia.

But the debate between the pursuit teams ended before it even started.

A drone suddenly fell from mid-air and hit the glass of Karl Roske's room.

However, the glass in this highly secure room is bulletproof, so it was the drone that was knocked to pieces next!

But the machine did its job in the last second of its life, taking a picture.

"Wait, what's the situation?"

In an instant, everyone became vigilant, and Cheng Ningnan immediately roared.

All the members of the pursuit team immediately pulled the green onion one by one, and the general suddenly stood up again.

And he touched the gun on his body and walked up the stairs. The first target was Karl Roscoe's room.

Suddenly they felt that something was wrong.

Especially when going up the stairs, the drone that crashed in the middle was observed.

Soon He Yike shouted out.

"No, this thing is supposed to be what the death artist used to take pictures, right?"

"As far as I know, the darknet must provide some evidence to complete its mission. Does it mean that he has succeeded?""

"Don't crow mouth!

Cheng Ningnan shouted.

But at this time, it had nothing to do with the crow's mouth, and everyone felt a serious bad in their hearts.

"But this drone will suddenly appear, and it's outrageous on our side!"

"I have been observing the surrounding signals, and the network has not tracked it at all. There must be a problem with the appearance of this thing!"

Lu Ze was almost desperate.

He really felt it, it seems that this is the first time he has played against so many people on his own side, he may have already been played by the death artist.

"Mr. Karl Rothko, are you there?"

"Please reply if it is convenient."

The people from the pursuit team came quickly, arrived at the periphery of Karl Roske's room, knocked on the door a few times, and found that no one responded.

If it's a simple sleeping pill, it won't sleep so deadly, right?

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