Kryptonians come to the second dimension

After that, Black Bao Gong called again.

"Brother, the Devil Killer Squad hasn't made a move yet."

"It seems that even if they haven't been killed, they have probably left Da Xia."

"Should we evacuate?"

Ye Wudao: "No, continue to protect in secret."

"The closer it gets to the last moment, the more we can't let our guard down."

"Maybe the enemy is deliberately paralyzing our nerves by not making a move."

Okay.

Black Bao Gong reluctantly agreed.

Today, the old prime minister held another ceremony to grant power to the Kunlun God of War.

However, this time it was set at night.

Because Ye Wudao had to survive the early morning before he could take out the spirit stone.

When it was dusk,

the core bosses of Da Xia set out to participate in the ceremony.

Kunlun God of War killed the Devil Killer Squad and saved their lives,

so of course they had to go to support Kunlun God of War.

As the host, the old prime minister was the first to set out.

When he arrived at the auditorium, no VIP had arrived yet.

Only a group of waiters were busy setting up the venue.

It was still early, so the old prime minister went back to his own private lounge and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the door of the lounge was suddenly knocked.

Who?

The old prime minister asked.

"Old prime minister, I'm here to give you a process sheet." The waiter at the door replied.

Come in.

The old prime minister said.

A young waiter pushed the door open and handed the old prime minister a form respectfully.

The old prime minister took it and checked it carefully.

After checking for a while and making sure that there was no problem with the process sheet, he looked up and wanted to hand the form to the other party.

But it was not until this time that he realized that

the young waiter who had just stood in front of him had disappeared.

At the same time, he noticed a gust of cold wind coming from behind him.

A strong sense of uneasiness came over him.

He almost instinctively half-crouched down and jumped forward at the same time.

A dagger flew past his scalp, cutting off some of his hair.

Even if he had squatted half a second later, he would have been beheaded.

He jumped two or three meters away, and looked back alertly.

The scene in front of him frightened him.

The young waiter just now disappeared,

and the person standing in front of him was an American wearing a ghost mask.

He held a dagger in his left hand, flashing a deadly cold light,

and a human skin mask in his right hand.

The mask looked like that of the young waiter just now.

The first reaction of the old prime minister was to run away.

He was about to run away,

but the door was suddenly opened,

and two young waiters, a man and a woman, walked in and blocked the door.

There was no doubt that these two people were also in the same group as the devil mask man.

The old prime minister began to panic,

they could pass through many levels and sneak into the auditorium as waiters,

which showed how strong they were.

The old prime minister did not think he could be a match for the three people.

However, facing the enemy, he represented Daxia.

So he remained calm in the face of danger and pretended to be calm.

He looked at the two waiters who had just walked in and said, "Take off your masks, both of you, and be honest with each other."

The two young waiters smiled and took off their human skin masks.

They were American faces.

Seeing their faces, the old prime minister's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

The old prime minister said, "May I ask where you three are from? Why are you here?"

The man with the devil mask sneered, "Old prime minister, you know, I am very angry about your behavior."ŴŴŴ.

The old prime minister was confused: "What are you angry about?"

The man with the devil mask: "You know we are targeting you, but you don't arrange any protection around you."

"Why, do you look down on us?"