Hunter Star [Rebirth]

"What's going on?!" Clolin asked.

Ram replied quickly: "There are two people on the other side who can handle it."

There was constant gunfire, mixed with the sound of heavy objects colliding, and Clorin could imagine that Pesci had broken some kind of metal post or knocked out the guest seat.

"Clorin, where are you now?" Ram asked again.

"Buranna Hotel, the Duke and I were teleported here."

Compared with Ram's speed of speaking over the machine gun, Clorin's side is much more comfortable.Although they couldn't turn on the lights without the room card, they could only check the room by moonlight and flashlight.The doors and windows are locked from the outside, and the only working machine is the ventilator. Of course, the faucet and toilet can be used.

Clorin and Sareche were not at ease with each other, the room was completely inspected twice, and when the two finally stood together again, the TV screen on the wall was lit up, and at the same time the chandelier on the ceiling was closed, Drop a camera down.

"Honorable Duke Sareche l. Alois, and this unknown gentleman, good evening." A man appeared on the screen, wearing a neat suit, wearing a silver mask on his face, holding Red Wine leaned on the sofa, seeing that the furnishings around him were also in this hotel.

"The red wine tastes very good. According to the etiquette, it should be sent to the duke for a taste, but I'm afraid that the duke will escape when my people enter the room, so I'm sorry to be rude." He really said apologetically. Screen bowed.

"?" Sareche sat down on the sofa, his amber eyes swept sharply.

"I'm just one of them and can't represent the whole, so please don't use this term to call me." The silver mask straightened his body and corrected his mistakes in a serious tone.

"Then Mr. Mask, due to the position of the two sides, I don't think we should sit and talk like this."

"Your Excellency, I have not invited you here for the purpose of fighting. I think we should talk."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to invite you to join us."

"As I said just now, we have different positions." The crossed leg was replaced by the other, Sareche put his hands on his knees, and his fingers tapped lightly on the back of the other hand.

"People change, so do positions. If the universe did not undergo evolution, our ancient parent star would not have been born; if the Milky Way where the parent star is located did not decay, there would be no Horva." The silver mask resembled An elder said to Sareche, "The superiors are seeking changes, and compared with the results of your efforts, the benefits created by our side are greater and more realistic, aren't they?"

The conversation between Sareche and the silver mask was like a riddle to Clorin.Time was passing by, and he was missing eight of them, and his current identity was just a person who was struggling at the bottom, unable to touch what was hidden behind the situation.

But Clorin at least understands one thing. Now there are people who disagree with the higher-ups. These people have gathered into an organization and are fighting against the higher-ups, and they are trying to poach the opponent's corner in order to strengthen their own strength.But the group's hoes don't seem to be playing very well.

"You want to win me over, but I can't see your sincerity, and I don't need the benefits you give me."

"I'm very sorry for letting the bomb through your hands bring you a safety hazard and for bringing you here with a strong invitation. If I didn't do this, I wouldn't have the opportunity to have such a conversation with you." Silver Mask Bow again.

Sareche didn't answer, but pulled out his gun and shot the screen, followed by the overhead camera.

"The conversation failed." Clorin leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, folded her arms and smiled coolly, "My lord, as an innocent person who has been implicated, I would like to ask how I can get out."

"You've heard a lot, whether you understand it or not, they won't let you go." Sareche put away his gun and said without looking back.

The moon above Clorin's head was being swallowed by clouds inch by inch, and the temperature in the room dropped significantly.Glass windows can be broken, but this is a [-]-story building.When Sareche was talking with the silver mask, the sound of battle was still coming from the earphones. Through the communication between Pexi and Ram, it can be deduced that they faced an A-level and a B-level hunter, and the A-level one had and The same ability as Ram, the b-level one is Mike White.

With the same ability but different levels of mental power, the resulting effects will be significantly different, just like the flame drawn by a match is far less bright than a torch.Mike's ability is to control artificial intelligence. Service robots abound in the venue. Although they are not equipped with weapons, the police and bomb disposal teams have been cleaned up.

The situation of Pexi and Ram is not good, and Clorin is eager to rush over.The former commander didn't show too much emotion in front of unfamiliar people, he just shrugged his shoulders at Sareche's words.

Clolin soon couldn't concentrate on worrying about his teammates. The room they were in was marked with a "teleportation" sign, which meant that other people could also be teleported in.

His Excellency the Duke made a move as soon as the person appeared, and the person rolled on the ground in anticipation.

The ability "forbidden".

Those who were stripped of their powerful weapons could only shoot wildly with their guns, leaving a row of deep bullet holes on the wall behind Sareche.The chandelier on the top of the living room hung from the ceiling after the camera was blown up. Seeing that the bullet could not hit Sarreche, the man raised his gun and pointed it at the joint at the top of the chandelier.

He didn't just want the chandelier to come down.

The second person appeared at this moment. After he snapped his fingers, the falling chandelier suddenly disappeared, and appeared [-] centimeters above Sareche's head in the blink of an eye.

"Farewell, my lord duke."

A hunter with the ability to "teleport".

Clolin drew his knife at this time, he was not the protagonist of this struggle, so he rarely received attention before the protagonist left the field.

If this second is infinitely extended, the light of the sword and the moon of Izumo will blend into a stunning fantasy dream, like the flapping wings of a cicada, and the sword that has not been stained with blood cuts the teleporter's throat.The knife drank the blood and let out a joyous sound, but Clorin paused at this moment.

"You know what I mean." Clorin smiled softly next to the teleporter's ear.

The lamp that was about to hit Sareche was moved back to its original position with a loud bang, and the sofa and the low table were covered with debris.

"It's really obedient." Like a lover's whisper, it fell into the dusty room, stained with bright red blood.

The man with the submachine gun reacted in an instant, and fired at Sareche while guarding against Clorin.Clorin didn't move anymore, he drew his knife from the teleporter, and retracted the knife until the blood was stained.After the body was thrown on the ground, he stood by the window again, smiled and said to Sareche, "My lord, please be careful."

The gun in this man's hand should be able to hold a hundred rounds of bullets. Sareche took the time to glance at Clorin while calculating the consumption of the opponent's bullets. Hiding a hint of sarcasm.

Rejecting the idea of ​​sneaking the other party to empty the bullet, Sareche stepped onto the TV cabinet, stepped on the wall for a certain distance, kicked his feet and turned over. He pulled the trigger while he was still in the air, and the other party fell to the ground just as he landed.

The teleporter was killed, and if the rest of the people wanted to enter this room, they had to enter through the main entrance. Sareche didn't want to give the other party another chance, so he went straight to the alarm and fired at the button.