Terra Hotline, crime simulator

"After you rob all the gold shops and banks in Longmen, I will tell you all the answers."

Mai's last words didn't sound like they came from the phone, but from behind Daryl.

He turned around suddenly, only to find that there was nothing there.

"Dragon Gate...is that right?"

Daryl muttered, but did not delve deeper into this issue.

He then tried to contact other professionals about their whereabouts, but they did not contact him immediately.

It seems that Lao K and the others are still evading the pursuit of the police officers.

Daryl took off his mask and stuffed it into his bag, then took out a wet tissue and wiped his dusty cheeks, ate bear biscuits and walked into the hotel next door.

This is a hotel with hormones everywhere, and the interior decoration and spray paint are full of sexual hints.

"Sir, do you plan to stay in a hotel or get a massage?"

Miss Custer at the front desk was dressed in a bunny girl costume and had a professional smile on her face.

"Are there any massage therapists from the Luper tribe? Preferably one with white hair or blond hair."

"Well... there are no technicians from the Lupo tribe, but a new group of pretty Philin tribe have recently arrived."

"Forget it if you don't. I'm not in a good mood today. Give me a room."

Daryl got on the elevator and came to room 1504. Before turning on the light in the room, he noticed that there seemed to be a figure waiting for him on the bed.

"Didn't I say you don't want a technician?"

He complained, reaching for the sand eagle at his waist, and then the figure opened his eyes, glowing green like a wolf in the darkness.

Chapter 88 Ambush

In an instant, Daryl sensed the mortal danger. He took out the Sand Eagle without hesitation and pulled the trigger at the shadow in the darkness.

boom--!

The flame from the muzzle illuminated the room for an instant, allowing Daryl to see clearly the face of this uninvited guest.

Wearing a brown hunting jack, she held a Victorian aristocratic long sword in her hand, and her long platinum hair was neatly tied back.

The shot was empty.

"Sir Daryl, long time no see."

The horn just said hello calmly, but the next second, the speed of her body exploded much faster than her voice. In the flash of lightning, Daryl fired three more shots, and the figure of the horn moved and flashed. He dodged these bullets, and the sword's blade flashed with deadly cold light and headed straight for Daryl's arm.

It seems that she hasn't thought about killing her yet.

Clang-!

Daryl immediately took out the bayonet from his waist to defend the blow, and then stabbed the horn again, and then blood trickled down his arm. He kicked the opponent away, and Daryl rolled to the corridor outside the door. Here, the injury on the arm does not seem to be serious.

"...Rita, this is not the massage I wanted."

Daryl's smile was a little stiff, and he waved the sword in his hand a few times. In order to facilitate this operation and try to cause unnecessary political impact, she chose to travel lightly.

"But this is exactly what I want. You have become weaker, sir. Not only has your fighting skills deteriorated, but your moral character has also deteriorated. Do you remember the Stormtroopers' motto?"

"Shit."

Daryl lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, the clown mask that made it difficult to see his expression at the moment appeared on his face again.

"Rita...you shouldn't be here."

Staring at those bloodshot blue pupils through the battle-scarred mask, she felt a suffocating sense of strangeness. The once familiar figure of Chief Daryl and the current Sir Daryl were nowhere to be seen. Can't overlap.

"Sir, I still call you sir, do you know why?"

The horn came slowly from the darkness, and she looked at Daryl with burning eyes.

"Is it because of your rotten Victorian military duties? Just because I was your commander? No, no, no... maybe we should think about it from another angle. Is this really the case?"

Daryl retreated a position, while making sure there were no other ambushing Stormtroopers around. That nasty fat dragon would always inadvertently inflict a critical blow to his kidneys with the Victoria Spear.

"Don't worry, Bagpipe and the others are not here. I come to see you as Rita Scamandros, a member of your team many years ago."

"......"

Daryl didn't entirely believe what she said, he simply knew her too well.

The horn is the kind of soldier who swears an oath and will definitely fulfill it to the death, no matter what method is used, no matter what he encounters

What a difficulty.

"What, are you scared? Sir."

A contemptuous smile appeared on the horn's face, and the wolf's tail behind him swayed slightly.

"Afraid? I haven't tasted this emotion for a long time. Rita, if you can really make me feel scared, to be honest, I should thank you."

Daryl tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes and bandaged the wound.

"You blew up the Shard and indirectly destroyed the conspiracy of King Tresis of Sakazni. I heard my father say so. The situation in Victoria changed because of you."

Putting the sword back to his waist, the horn stretched out his arms towards him, showing the eager smile that Daryl was most familiar with:

"Sir, come back with me. Some archdukes who are hostile to Kazdaele will promise to pardon your crimes. You will get a new identity, and I will continue to walk side by side with you."

Daryl was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he wanted to immediately fall into the horn's embrace. It must be very warm.

"There is no way to go ahead, sir. Rita reminds you now, turn back and you will be safe."

The horn took a step forward, his eyes full of longing and hope, but Daryl took a step back, like a lone wolf who had retreated from the pack.

"No, I refuse. They have no right to pardon me. I will not look back, absolutely not, Rita... If you want to kill me or take me back, do it now."

When Daryl said this, the horn's smile froze on his face, a look of gray disappointment flashed in his eyes, and after that, the flames of pain ignited.

"Well, I apologize for the last time, sir."

She drew her long sword and said as if:

"Everyone from Black Steel International, please help me capture him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fur all over Daryl's body exploded like an electric shock. His body instinctively rolled to the side, and the next second, black scorch marks were left where he was.

It is a gun with arc attack.

"Black Steel International Security Consultants' Razer...where is your companion, that fat fox?"

Daryl looked at the next room, and now he noticed that the door there was ajar, and blue lightning flashed inside just now.

"Cruel Ser Daryl, are you looking for me?"

Franka's slightly playful voice came from behind, and at the same time he felt a scorching heat. Daryl lowered his body and easily dodged her thermite sword.

"My skills are good and my moves are cool, but I'm very angry now because you actually called me fat."

The two old partners of Black Steel International have already set up a formation. Compared to Razer, who is holding a shield as if facing a powerful enemy, Franka is walking in front of her tentatively with crisp high heels, looking for opportunities to attack. .

"Why, Rita, you don't let your players come on stage, but hire locals from Colombia. Is it because..."

"No, sir, as I said before, it's Rita who's here to see you this time, not the Horn."

The horn interrupted Daryl's words. This was one of the reasons. She didn't want Bagpipe and the others to learn about her past with Daryl, which might cause members of her team to view the terrorist differently.

Therefore, Bagpipe and other team members were responsible for arresting Lao K and the others.

I'm afraid if he escapes this time, then the next time they meet, the team members must leave no room for chance and go all out to subdue the entire professional gang.

Another point is that in unfamiliar places, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. The Horn initially planned to hire mercenaries to investigate Daryl's whereabouts, but after thinking about it, he still used the Zhang Han given by Victoria to contact this official security company. .

"There is still a sniper Jessica...Trouble, do you think you can stop the cruel Sir Daryl?"

Daryl retreated to the hallway window.

"You have no choice but to retreat, so just surrender."

Razer held up his shield and slowly pushed forward, but the next second, Daryl made a plan that no one had time to react to.

"No!"

He threw a smoke bomb, opened the window and jumped down.

At least, they saw his back as he jumped.Monthly fee (group 69:493) 6135

Chapter 89 The first horn is too immature

"I need guns, more guns."

The night was still very long tonight, and Daryl did not die because of it. The moment he threw the smoke bomb and took advantage of it to explode, he jumped onto the air conditioner on the fifteenth floor, and then stepped on the neon billboard, Step by step, he carefully climbed to the ground.

This city can no longer stay. The PA system on the street is playing the name and news of the Payday gang, reminding the general public to pay attention to safety. They go around and come to the square in the city center, where there is also a big screen. Displaying his wanted mugshot.

But now that the safe house has been blown up, the weapons and ammunition inside have also disappeared, and more explosives are needed to rescue Hoxton.

In the park at midnight, Daryl was sitting on a bench. Before that, a homeless man who was dirty and covered with sores wanted to sleep here, but was scared away by his clown mask.

Daryl thought for a long time and chose to turn to the mysterious contractor Mai for help.

The other party responded quickly like a programmed AI

Recover yourself.

[What kind of gun do you want?I've got everything from pistols to machine guns, or... let's do something a little different, how about a cloud blast bomb? ]

"Cloud bomb? It sounds good. Give me one. No, no, I want two. Since you are my plug-in, can you give it to me for free?"

[I'm afraid not, it would be too boring if everything was free. ]

"What do you want, money? Don't tell me you are short of money. If you say you are a devil, I will find a few living people right now and sacrifice their souls to you."

[Why can’t I use money?Tsk tsk, sometimes it’s not a good thing to know yourself too much, just use money to buy it, like before, but this time I can give it on credit, and it won’t be too late to pay me back after you robbed a few banks. ]

"Okay, deal!"

[Very good, the weapons have been placed at No. 18, Twisted Street, No. 152 City. ]

Daryl gritted his teeth and agreed in one breath.

"Are you the Sir Daryl worth a bounty of 3000 million dragon gate coins? The mask is good."

At this time, a voice came from the side. Daryl looked for it and found that it was a fat man in a black suit, playing with a finger tiger in his hand.

"Bounty Hunter?"

He didn't have time to communicate with these killers who were high-minded but low-handed, so he took out the Sand Eagle and shot him in the head. Watching the opponent's body fall, Daryl wanted to leave here and go to the coordinates that Mai Yi sent him.

But more and more, mercenaries with weapons appear around. Judging by their clothes, from cement workers to business elites... they are all a group of professional mercenary killers who are good at disguise.

"Yes, that's right, I am Sir Daryl the Cruel. My head is right here. Come and get it if you want it."

Hearing what Daryl said, the group of killers hesitated, as if they didn't want to be the first to die. After all, they were all selfish guys, waiting for others to go first.

"What? There seem to be a lot of people who are afraid tonight. They are a bunch of cowards. Sir Daryl has no time to waste here."

Finally, An, the killer, couldn't bear his temper and raised his knife to attack. Daryl dodged the edge of his sword, took out the dagger, and buried the sword into his body. The part stabbed was the kidney, and internal bleeding occurred in about 10 minutes. Killed him.

........

The grass was soaked with blood. Looking at the corpses on the ground, the exhausted Daryl was in a trance. It had been a long time since he had killed so many people with a knife. The feeling of killing people with a gun before was too fast. As for him, he didn't even feel the pleasure of killing.

"Sir, stop it, it's all over."

A familiar voice came from behind, Daryl turned around, saw the horn and shook his head slightly, but did not see the two guys from Black Steel International next to her.

"The Triangle of the investigation team told me that they have located the location of other professionals. The mercenaries from Black Steel International have already gone to support them. I am afraid that they will all be arrested before long."

The horn said in a deep voice, while extending his right hand to Daryl:

"Or, I'll give you a choice. All I want is you, sir, if you come with me, I'll let your accomplices go."

Sure enough, there was so much noise that it attracted this troublesome woman.

Daryl sighed, with a struggling look on his face. For a long time, he seemed to have given up on everything, and said a little self-defeatingly:

"Okay, Rita, you win, I'll go with you and let Old K and the others go."

A smile appeared on Horn's face again. She walked up to Daryl, reached out and held his shoulders, and said in his ear:

"Sure enough, sir, you won't let Rita down. Come back to Victoria with me. I've been too tired recently and finally have time to take a good rest."

The next moment, Daryl's eyes suddenly became sharp, but before the last super-secret weapon in his hand against the "Ear Girl Special Attack" was released, the horn saw through it.

"I can't do the same trick twice. I really can't forget what you did to me last time. How dare you molest your former team members?"