Calamity Game: Cleanup Man? No I'm The Villain

As Mr. Owl finalized the final countermeasures, the meeting came to an end.

But what is strange is that the meeting is clearly over, but no one is ready to leave.

And there is a person who has been watching Yan Feichen.

"I'm hungry, how can I get to the restaurant?" Yan Feichen got up suddenly and asked.

"I'll take you there. I'm also hungry. I'll go to the restaurant to find some snacks to fill my stomach." Uriel immediately got up to respond after hearing his words.

The two of them left the conference room with half push and half push.

"They've left." Five minutes after the two left, the sniper spoke out first.

During the conversation just now, Mr. Owl purposely stretched out his hand and tapped on the table a few times. This is their secret telegram, in order to pass messages to each other without being discovered by others.

At the meeting, the content of the telegram that Mr. Owl typed was: Uller tried to get people away, and I still have something to say.

"Wait a little longer." Mr. Owl didn't explain why, but just stared at the door of the room.

Another five minutes passed, the door of the room was pushed open, and Uriel walked into it.

"He's in the restaurant now, we can start." Uller said as he sat down.

"Hmm..." Mr. Owl responded, raised his hands and patted it lightly.

The moment his palms merged, both Uriel and the sniper could feel a burst of energy from it, and then enveloped them at an extremely fast speed.

It was the first time for the two of them to see Mr. Owl make a move after so many years in the hunting ground. Although they never doubted each other's strength, they didn't know the gap between themselves and the other party until they saw it with their own eyes.

Judging from the move just now, he didn't need to expend any effort at all to kill the two of them.

"This is?" Uriel asked uncertainly.

Mr. Owl did not answer his question, but placed two things on the table.

Those were three dark brown darts, and a pistol with a somewhat strange shape.

"Before finishing hunting all the eaters, if you still can't deal with the crow, after killing the eighth eater, kill that person and use these two things."

"But...we have a contract with him, and we will bear the price if we make a move." Uriel said with a frown.

He doesn't care about Yan Feichen's life or death, their relationship is just like that, all he worries about is the contract.

"That's right, we signed that contract together, and there is no way we can violate it..." The sniper immediately echoed.

Not long after they finished hunting the ghosts, they reported the details of the hunt to Mr. Owl, and at that time, Yan Feichen was still unconscious in bed.

Then Mr. Owl took out the contract and approached them, and asked both of them to sign it under the condition that the contract was safe and correct.

"Don't worry, I added a little bit of hands and feet to that contract. With these special weapons, you can attack him after fulfilling a certain condition, that is, helping him kill eight eaters. However, as long as You can use this weapon to attack, understand?"

Mr. Owl pushed the pistol in front of the sniper; "There are only three bullets in total, so be careful."

After instructing him, he pushed the dart towards Uller: "Whether it's the gun or the throwing knife, once an attack is launched, no matter whether it succeeds or not, they will disappear after a certain period of time."

"After you get these things, they will be bound to you. After using them, a note will appear in front of you. Don't touch it, and don't let other creatures touch it. Touch, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious, understand?"

The last time they saw Mr. Owl's serious tone was when they told the two of them that they must absolutely kill the crow.

Of course, without any hesitation, the two reached out to take the pistol and the throwing knife. At the moment of touching, both of them felt a strange feeling, as if they had some kind of connection with the weapon.

"Uriel, remember, don't use your ability on the flying knife, otherwise, it will be considered as having used it."

He knew Uller's character very well, so he naturally wanted to inoculate him in advance.

"Okay, okay, I see." Now that his little thoughts were pointed out, Uriel turned serious.

"Okay, then you all prepare separately. See you in the underground forging room a day later."

After Mr. Owl finished speaking, he stood up, and the energy enveloping the two of them also disappeared.

After doing all this, he opened the door and left the room, leaving Uller and the sniper still sitting in the room.

"Are we counting it as killing a donkey?" Uriel made a joke to the sniper.

"No, we just get what we need, but I'm worried about his ability now... If he continues to let him absorb other eaters, the situation will not be good for us."

"Why, you're starting to worry that you won't be able to handle him?" Uriel asked with a teasing smile.

"None of us can say for sure about this kind of thing, Uriel, we are hunters, but the prey has not yet entered the trap, and accidents may occur at any time during this period."

"I understand, I understand. You can rest assured about this. I have already compared him. In battle, he may be the strongest among this group of hunters, but he will definitely not be our opponent. But having said that, this The hunting season this time seems to be a bit out of the norm...but it seems to be the same as last time?"

The sniper's eyes are uncertain at the moment, and it is indeed as Uller said, the last two hunting seasons, the situation is very wrong.

"Okay, okay, don't think so much, this is not something we should continue to think about, let's take a good rest and prepare for a big fight with Monton!" Uriel stood up, stretched, turned and left the room .

After he left, the sniper took out the strangely shaped pistol, took a look at it, put it away, got up and left the room.

Only the three of them knew about this conspiracy, and even Mr. Owl, who had never done anything before, used his power in a rare way to ensure the feasibility.

As the target of plotting, Yan Feichen is sitting in the dining room at the moment, holding half of his head in one hand, and eating noodles in a bowl with chopsticks in the other. It is not difficult to see from the stacked bowls beside him that this is already a The twentieth bowl of noodles he ate.

As far as the surveillance could see, only half of Yan Feichen's body was exposed, and the other half was covered by the bowl.

So the monitor naturally couldn't see it, Yan Feichen held a small earphone in the hand holding his head...