How about it—

Number seven splashed randomly with acid liquid, and soon threw it into the window, which instantly corroded the glass, radiating a few white smoke, and dissolving several irregular holes.

"Oh, it's become a turkey." Ling Yang shrank his neck and commented, "I wanted to say that having flowers and birds is just the time when it is poetic and picturesque, why has it turned into a delicious dish?"

It’s early morning, so everyone is naturally hungry again.

Qi Cheng knew what this guy was, so he took out an energy bar to share the food for his teammates.

"So this is our goal?" Lu Xiao raised his chin, but did not point to the number seven. The strange beast caught fire on its head. Although it was not fatal, the fire was not extinguished and it was very uncomfortable.

, it couldn't help but scream and ran around.

Fortunately, the hotel's sound insulation is good, maybe because it's the park below, and the rest environment is fully guaranteed. Everyone can only hear the squeaking screams, and they won't feel as harsh as usual.

Qi Cheng is contacting the Communications Department but has not received a reply yet.

"Let me do it, I like to save people from water and fire." Ling Yang was eager to try, although there was no plan in his mind that could be implemented.

This Tungsten City is near the sea, and you may be able to transport some sea water directly... Oh, no, the water in the water park is ready-made. Many people below have already rushed into it to dilute the acid faster

Liquid. Reduce the pain it brings.

"No, the acid problem cannot be diluted and treated, so it needs to be rinsed." Lu Xiao frowned and pointed out, "If the acid is diluted, isn't it still sour? Will the acid liquid in the pool with a lower concentration be less harmful?"

If I remember correctly, this is junior high school knowledge, Lu Dahai even knows it.

"To rinse..." Ling Yang thought seriously for a second, "So should I give everyone a rain?"

Oh, by the way, when will the rain stop outside?

I was so excited just now, why didn’t I stop doing it when it should be done? God, who are you from!

"The base said someone would care, whether it was number seven or number twenty-two." Qi Cheng raised his hand and made a gesture of skipping, "but at the same time he also said that he would look for us when needed."

"Oh, yes." Ling Yang refused to roll her eyes. She was a little sleepy and her eyelids couldn't move. "Then prepare to go downstairs to work. You have one thousand and I have one thousand, and everyone has three thousand."

"There are also regular models to be added in." Lu Xiao reminded.

"These three thousand are not considered flying beasts." Qi Cheng also poured some cold water.

Ling Yang said dissatisfied, "I encourage you, just listen, you are all so hot, I'm not as good as--"

The crackling sound of wings flapping suddenly passed over everyone's heads.

A shuttle number twenty flew down from the stairs on the eighth floor, rubbed against the ceiling, and was about to fly into the corridor of the guest room opposite.

With a very obvious friction sound, another shadow came down from the eighth floor, a shadow of a person.

Before he could see who this was, he saw him grabbing the hemp rope with one hand and pulling something out from his waist with the other hand. Then he leaned his body and tilted his arms out in an instant

Nearly ten small knives.

Then there was a precise strike of 20, and the group of little monsters flying to the corridor failed to reach them, and they fell in front of the enclosure that sealed the corridor.

Forget it, the flying knife flew accurately, but he won the bid with one flying knife? Lu Xiao raised his hand and applauded without hesitation, "Great, I like to watch you guys show off your skills."

"I'm sorry, my name is Mo Cong. If there is an interview, I can praise me a little." The boss looks serious but speaks very active, "My parents can watch TV."

"Okay, okay." Ling Yang nodded in agreement. This was the fellow traveler she had seen in the first corridor just now. She was the brother who was very skilled.

"How many of this thing are there?" His current posture looked a little tired, but Mo Cong's expression was not at all discomfort.

This hemp rope should be tied to the handrail of the ladder on the eighth floor. Don’t move from top to bottom to it. The stopping place is just right, and your whole body is controlled by your right hand.

But there was no imbalance at all. Whether it was coming down or throwing the knife, it was as calm as standing on the ground. Combined with his previous flexibility in climbing the door panel to shake off the strange beast, it shows the body coordination of this boss He has excellent abilities and his qualifications should not be lost to Tsuji Kazuka.

"Twenty ones." Ling Yang shook his fingers and then glanced at the corpses of the strange beasts on the ground and counted. This batch was eight.

Number Twenty is a very strange beast. Others are one, and it is one.

A portion of twenty, twenty forever, each of which is only thirty centimeters long, is a flying beast with wings. It is gray-blue all over, looks a bit like a little bat, and has a long tail. There are tiny fangs in the mouth.

When the number twenty is released, it will appear in a shuttle shape and generally will not act separately unless it is attacked.

However, they are not aggressive themselves, and a bite is just a little bit more painful than a needle. They are non-toxic, so they are judged as C-level beasts, which are average in danger.

It is a bit annoying to deal with, and because of their small size and large number, the number 20 is easily found in residential houses and is easily missed, becoming a hidden danger.

"Twenty." Mo Cong stretched his left hand behind and touched it, frowned, "Uh, then I'm missing both ends."

He jumped to the ground on the seventh floor, "Let's look for it?"

"It's okay, this kind of strange beast is not harmful." Lu Xiao curiously went up to look at him. The personality of this boss and Tsuji Kazuka is quite different. It turns out that the better the person, the less he talks.

"That won't work, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Moqiong looked around worriedly, "I feel so furious if I don't look it out."

Lu Xiao knew that big guys may have different personalities, but they must have strange temperaments.

Mo Cong quickly made a quick walk on the seventh floor, and then determined that the number 20 should be still upstairs, so he went up the stairs to go back and look for it. After stepping on two steps, he returned.

Everyone thought he saw a strange beast that escaped the net, but this guy actually ran back to climb the rope.

It's indeed an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ling Yang raised his face and watched the buddy leave, then looked at the number seven outside the window, "It's almost time. Tell me about the base, it's time gone, and we won't have time later."

Bang-

It seems that before the base has spoken, the number seven can no longer wait. It hit the floor-to-ceiling window on the seventh floor, and arched the glass and found it in and opened its voice.

squeak--
Chapter completed!