The Collection of The End

"Listen, Mr. White Bear, the'list' has changed. We need to confirm face to face the survivors controlled by you 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 it, you have to talk to our boss. Before that, they have to die, and they have to die in our hands."

"I will report your remarks truthfully, Mr. Bai Xiong, this kind of non-cooperative attitude is likely to cause the military to engage in hostility with the FBI."

"Please, I'm just a small character. The guy above has nothing to do with me and my brothers."

Outside the old motel, Dom is preventing FBI intelligence personnel from entering.

What "the list has changed", and hasn't the FBI's unfavorable protection caused the death of survivors?

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

In this case, of course he can't be allowed in. After all, if the "Reaper" really exists, it has been here for a long time.

When "accidents" happen one after another, it can't be called an "accident". These "first people" are still exploring the rules, and the "second survivor death list" including the white bear himself has been It has been summed up very clearly, and it has even been rotated for several cycles, and the "reincarnations" are happily scoring points.

It can only be said that there was a serious error in my estimation of the "Reaper" mode of action. When he started, the "first" and "second" were calculated separately.

Ever since they stole the attention of the **** of death from the students of Mount Abraham University on the highway, those who were about to "encounter an accident" have been spinning around among the "second survivors".

I had predicted that the "Reaper" would reduce the difficulty of stopping because it was relatively easy to make accidents here, but it was true, but I never expected that he would not leave because of this.

No, it’s actually not that hard to understand. Before, there was an ancient mummy who didn’t want to conquer the world and just wanted to spend a little time with his girlfriend, right? Multiple salted fish deaths are also reasonable.

If this time the **** of death has a real body, he has a hundred plans to kill him.

call-

Suddenly a stray wind blew across the quiet street.

"Tsk..." As the FBI agent was still in front of him and didn't intend to attract his attention, Dom couldn't take out the Black Sutra of the Undead to look at the goal of Death, and could only observe the "Omen" with wide eyes.

With this cold wind, a movie poster with heavily armed soldiers flew through the air, but when passing by the FBI's car, due to the cyclone, it went straight under the tires of the car and got stuck. Moved.

…A soldier is going to die from being crushed?

Dom raised his eyebrows, stepped back and slammed directly onto the door of the motel: "Just complain to me!"

——

"Bah, what do you really think how amazing the Marines are?"

The FBI agent who had eaten the closed door took a sip, kicked a small stone on the side of the road, and got into the car cursingly.

Gululu...

The pebbles rolled all the way, fell into the gutter on the side of the road, and hit a gray mouse who was looking for food.

The mouse was taken aback, and hurriedly left the position close to the road and ran into the motel.

When walking through the drainage ditch, there are still muffled voices coming from the surface.

"Boss, is there any trouble?"

"They are beginning to doubt us, but it's still too early to really do it."

"Then we—"

"Keep the status quo, now take me to the monitoring room."

The grey mouse ran all the way to the end of the drain, drilled to the surface, sniffing the food nearby.

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

The gray mouse flicked its tail, ran over and tried to bite, and at the same time, a voice of dialogue came from the window.

"Hey! Irwin, can you change your habit of throwing food out of the window at will? It's us who have to clean up in the future. Those ‘FBI’s won’t be guest cleaners."

"When we were caught by the gods of death, do you still have time to deal with these little things? This is the [third time] experience on the front line of life and death, and I have had enough."

"They promised that our life will be back to normal in two weeks, and it's halfway through now. Although there is always danger, no one has died yet, hasn't it?"

"The **** is back to normal!"

Whoosh—wow.

Another beer bottle was thrown out of the window. The bottle hit the wall and shattered. The half bottle of beer inside covered the gray mouse who was eating pizza.

The mouse dropped the pizza in surprise and went into the hotel along the nearby mouse hole.

In the cracks between the walls of the hotel, there are many branches and forks of wires. The gray mouse ran around them to the depths of the hotel, and when it reached the second floor, the loudspeaker outside the wall vibrated:

"[—Labrador, go and take Ivan and Kate out of their current room, beware of'falling' accidents.]"

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

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

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

Squeaky squeaky-squeaky-squeaky-

Because the gray mouse smelled of pizza and beer, the two black mice thought it had eaten it and refused to let it pass. The gray mouse naturally couldn't accept it. The three mice directly fought in the gap in the ceiling.

Squeak —

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

"Huh... I refuse to share information and let me fend for myself? This simple accident, even if I don't rely on the white bear guy, I can still survive. Don't think I don't know that the'soul' used to strengthen your own cannot be traded. , Maybe he is better than me now, as long as I experience a few more worlds, I can play according to him."

The FBI agent first took out half a pizza from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the microwave, then turned on the gas stove and put two sausages in the frying pan, then took out a carton of milk and drank it, carefully avoiding sharp knives or Location where electric shock may occur.

"Can't act alone, the **** of death is looking for a single attack, heh, I have avoided [twice] attacks alone, it seems that this **** of death is nothing more than that." FBI agent said to himself.

Bang!

Perhaps the pizza was damp, or ice cubes were mixed in, and there was a sudden explosion in the microwave. This sound attracted FBI agents and at the same time brought the ceiling’s “war” to an end.

When the gray mouse heard the blasting sound and was distracted, he was pushed by two black mice and hit an exposed wire. The electric sparks spattered instantly, causing the originally not very strong, heavy load-bearing wire on the top of the kitchen. Burn directly.

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

A few minutes later, there was a vague sound from the loudspeaker in the corner.

"[—Boss,'Sparrow' is dead.]"