The Collection of The End

"Listen, Mr. White Bear, the 'list' has changed. We need to identify the survivors under your control in person and enter the information. They are likely to be attacked within a few hours."

"No, don't even think about it. Our cooperation agreement does not include this. If you want to temporarily increase the amount, you have to talk to our boss. Before that, even if they die, they will die in our hands."

"I will report your words truthfully, Mr. White Bear. This uncooperative attitude is likely to lead to hostility between the military and the FBI."

"Excuse me, I'm just a small character. The troubles caused by the guys above have nothing to do with me and my brothers."

Outside the abandoned motel, Dom is preventing FBI intelligence agents from entering.

What "changed the list", was it not the FBI's poor protection that led to the survivor's death?

They roughly confirmed the existence of the "death list", but they were not completely sure, so they prepared to conduct a large-scale investigation of the survivors on the entire plane.

In this case, of course he cannot be allowed in. After all, if the "God of Death" really exists, he has been here for a long time.

When "accidents" happen one after another, they can no longer be called "accidents". These "people from the first part" are still figuring out the rules, and the "death list of survivors from the second part" including Bai Xiong himself has already It was summed up very clearly, and it has even been rotated for several cycles. The "reincarnators" are having fun collecting points.

All I can say is that I made a serious mistake in estimating the "God of Death's" action mode. When he made his move, the "first part" and the "second part" were actually calculated separately.

Ever since they stole Death's attention from students at Mount Abraham University on the highway, the soon-to-be "accidental" has been swirling around in "Survivor Part 2."

My previous prediction that the "God of Death" would reduce the difficulty of stopping it because it was relatively easy to cause accidents here was correct, but I never expected that he would not leave because of this.

No, it’s actually not that difficult to understand. There was an ancient mummy who didn’t want to conquer the world and just wanted to live a small life with his girlfriend, wasn’t there? Multiple salty death gods are also reasonable.

If the God of Death this time has an entity, he has a hundred plans to kill him.

call--

On the quiet street, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

"Tsk..." Since the FBI agent was still in front of him,

If he didn't plan to attract his attention, Dom couldn't take out the Black Book of the Dead to check the target of the God of Death, and could only keep his eyes wide open to observe the "omen".

Along with the cold wind, a movie poster with a heavily armed soldier flying through the air, but when passing the FBI's car, due to the cyclone, it went straight under the car's tires and became stuck. Moved.

...A certain soldier is going to die from being crushed?

Dom raised his eyebrows, took a step back and slammed the motel door: "Just complain to me!"

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"Bah, what the hell do you really think the Marine Corps is so awesome?"

The FBI agent who received the rejection spat, raised his foot and kicked away a pebble on the side of the road, and got into the car with a curse.

Gululu...

The pebbles rolled all the way, fell into the drainage ditch on the roadside, and hit a gray mouse that was looking for food.

The mouse was startled and hurriedly left its position near the road and ran toward the interior of the motel.

While walking through the drainage ditch, there were muffled voices coming from the surface.

"Boss, are you in trouble?"

"They are beginning to suspect us, but it's still early to take action."

"Then we-"

"Keep the status quo and take me to the control room now."

The gray mouse ran all the way to the end of the drainage ditch and crawled to the surface, sniffing the smell of nearby food.

Bang, a half-bitten piece of pizza flew out of the third-floor window and landed not far from the gray mouse.

The gray mouse swung its tail and ran over to try to bite. At the same time, there was a distant conversation coming from the window.

"Hey! Alvin, can you change your habit of throwing food out of the window? It's us who have to clean up later, and those 'FBIs' won't be guest cleaners."

"When we are being targeted by the God of Death, do you still have time to care about such trivial matters? This is the [third] experience of life and death, and I've had enough."

"They promised our lives would be back to normal in two weeks, and we're already halfway there, and while there's always danger, no one's died yet, right?"

"Shit back to normal!"

Whoosh - whoosh.

Another beer bottle was thrown out of the window. The bottle hit the wall and broke into pieces. The half bottle of beer inside poured all over the gray mouse who was eating the pizza.

The rat dropped the pizza in surprise and crawled into the hotel through a nearby rat hole.

There were many tangled wires distributed in the cracks of the hotel wall. The gray mouse walked around them and ran towards the depths of the hotel. When it reached the second floor, the loudspeaker outside the wall vibrated:

"[——Labrador, go and take Alvin and Kate out of their current room, be careful of 'falling' accidents.]"

"[——Gray Wolf, don't lean against the wall, pay attention to the wires.]"

The gray mouse was startled, turned around and ran in the other direction.

In this direction is the kitchen of the hotel. Due to the large number of guests, there is usually a lot of kitchen waste, which attracts many similar gray mice, such as the two black mice in front.

swish squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak

Since the gray mouse smelled of pizza and beer, the two black mice thought it had already eaten and resolutely refused to let it pass. Naturally, the gray mouse couldn't accept it, and the three mice started fighting in the gap in the ceiling.

Squeak——

The kitchen door was opened, and an "FBI agent" walked in. He looked at the slight noise above his head in confusion, and then walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, mumbling something.

"Hmph...refuse to share information and let me fend for myself? I can survive such a simple accident even if I don't rely on the White Bear guy. Don't think that I don't know that the 'soul' used to strengthen myself cannot be traded. Yes, he may have a better physique than me now. As long as he has experienced a few more worlds, I can hold him down and beat him."

The FBI agent first took out half a pizza from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the microwave. Then he turned on the gas stove and put two sausages in the frying pan. Then he took out a carton of milk and drank it. He was careful to avoid sharp knives or sharp objects. Location where electric shock is possible.

"You can't act alone. The God of Death is specifically looking for attacks when you are alone. Ha, I have avoided [two] attacks on my own. It seems that this God of Death is nothing more than that." The FBI agent said to himself.

Bang!

Perhaps the pizza was damp, or ice cubes were mixed in, but there was a sudden explosion sound in the microwave. While this sound attracted FBI agents, it also brought an immediate end to the "war" on the ceiling.

When the gray mouse was distracted by the sound of explosions, it was pushed by two black mice and hit an exposed wire. Electric sparks instantly flew everywhere, causing the load-bearing wires of the heavy headlight on the top of the kitchen to be weakened. Burn directly.

The headlight, which was half a meter in diameter, crashed down.

A few minutes later, an indistinct voice came from the loudspeaker in the corner.

"[——Boss, 'Sparrow' is dead.]"