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Death used this operation as a gorgeous curtain call. It didn’t mean that he would not be a mercenary in the future. Of course, he might not do it. But in order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, he had to rely on external forces. The organization that could keep Moira must have strong strength and financial resources, which was what he valued.

If the organization did not meet expectations, no one could keep him. It was not up to him to decide whether to leave or stay.

Death wiped the two shotguns with cotton cloth until they were shiny black before he was satisfied and put them in the holsters on his waist. Then he smoothed his black robe, brushed off the dust on his shoulders, and then strode out of the door.

Life needs a sense of ritual, and executing tasks needs it even more. Because only if you pay attention to it, you can complete the task successfully, and perhaps you can also improve your abilities in all aspects from this operation.

The mission this time is to destroy the server of an arsenal. Death, who got the map, thought it was not too easy.

This easy, perhaps only for him personally. In the eyes of others, it was a den of dragons and tigers. Not to mention one person, even if a small team was sent there, the success rate would be extremely low.

On a dark and windy night, the Grim Reaper shrank his collar and rode his motorcycle in the cold wind.

When he was about to reach his destination, the Grim Reaper left his motorcycle and slowly approached under the cover of night. When he got closer, he found that such an important arsenal had no one patrolling around it, and no one was guarding the door.

He frowned, thinking that there was an ambush, or that the other party knew about his actions and wanted to catch him in the jar.

All kinds of abnormal situations made the Grim Reaper feel uneasy. Even if there were heavy guards here at this time, it would be better than the current situation. At least people could know how many enemies there were and what weapons and equipment they had, and unknown factors always made people feel scared.

Even though the Grim Reaper was like this, he was a little uneasy. After all, he had carried out so many missions, but this was the first time he saw such a strange scene.

Strange!

However, the god of death is still the god of death after all. He believes that his life and death are in his own hands, so he took a step and walked up, feeling like he was going to the mountain of tigers even though he knew there were tigers there.

He still tiptoed. He could not make a big fuss when doing such a shameful thing. Having courage does not mean that he is a reckless man.

The god of death claimed to be a brave and resourceful man, so when he arrived at the door safely, he judged that there was definitely a net inside!

There might be countless money aimed at the door, trying to shoot him into a sieve; there might also be an explosion as soon as he entered, blowing him into a bloody mess; there might also be a trap set, and he might fall into the dungeon if he stepped on it...

All these things are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but...

"Hmph..."

The god of death snorted lightly, expressing disdain for the possible crisis. Even if he knew that he would take action tonight, what would it matter? The god of death was never afraid of these!

He pushed the door open suddenly, took out his two guns, and pointed them at both sides aggressively. But he found that there was no one!

? ? ?

He looked around and saw no one. He carefully looked at the objects around him, fearing that he might accidentally trigger something strange.

He walked forward slowly and suddenly found a body next to a metal box. He looked at it carefully and found that it was not dead, but just fainted.

After discovering this, he raised his head suddenly, and a swift figure flashed out of his sight. He immediately tore his material form, turned into a ball of black mist, guided himself to lock the position and teleported over.

Instantly came to the second floor, stepped on the thick iron bridge, and his eyes fell on the place where the figure left, and chased after it.

Who was the person who appeared just now? It was definitely not dazzled, there was really a person, and it seemed that he was wearing a purple coat.

Did someone act before him, but what was the purpose of that person?

In any case, the person just now must be caught!

Thinking about these while chasing, so that the sight of the god of death soon caught the figure again. The physical fitness of the super soldier is not a joke.

Who knew that the figure suddenly blurred for a moment, and then disappeared from sight again.

The Grim Reaper blinked heavily. Although cells will age, it is not yet the time when old eyes are dim. How could he lose the target?

"No matter who you are, you'd better come out now. If I catch you, the result will be different."

The Grim Reaper threatened while looking for clues, but it seemed to be useless.

"Oh, really? People with no ability can only threaten others. Although I don't know who you are and what you are doing here, your shameless appearance is really annoying, so I decided to punish you a little."

Female?

The Grim Reaper was stunned for a moment.

Hey! Brother, you are focusing on the wrong point! People are ready to punish you, and you are still a man or a woman?

The Grim Reaper finally reacted and immediately said in a cold voice: "You interfered with my mission, so I want to kill you."

It seems that speaking like this can make him more gloomy and more in line with the mysterious and weird temperament of the Grim Reaper.

"Haha."

The silver bell-like laughter was filled with disdain.

"Kill me? Come on, raise your head, I'm above you!"

The Grim Reaper looked up and saw that the figure was indeed on the iron plate above, and ran to another place.

Immediately tore the material form again and teleported up to follow, but the more he followed, the more wrong it felt. He always felt that the bitch wanted to lead him to a place.

As soon as the thought came to an end, he saw a black and purple device appear on the ground, which scared him so much that he immediately entered the ghost state, turned into a ball of black mist and continued to move forward under the control of consciousness.

As a result, the "bomb" did not explode.

Timed?

The Grim Reaper returned to his original form and turned his head to take a look. The device still had no reaction, so he thought it was a discarded thing used by the arsenal and didn't care.

"Don't you dare to follow me, coward?"

Hearing the ridicule, the Grim Reaper was furious. After walking around for a long time, he saw her enter a warehouse and went in without saying a word.

"Going to a dead end, how stupid."

Seeing that she walked to the corner of the wall with no way to go, the Grim Reaper sneered.

At this time, he finally saw her back clearly. She was dressed in Gothic style, purple mixed with gray and silver, and her hair was combed like a killer. Except for her good figure, there seemed to be nothing remarkable, and I didn't know what the front scenery was.

"Hehe..."

It was that familiar laugh again.

The Grim Reaper had just put away his contemptuous smile and was about to step forward, but his pupils suddenly shrank. Because he was shocked to find that the female agent's body was blurred as usual, and then disappeared out of thin air.

"Bye!"

Hearing the voice, the Grim Reaper quickly turned around, only to see the female agent waving at him outside the door, with her other hand on her waist, showing a sarcastic smile.

And the iron door was closing quickly...