Chapter 9 Killer [3]

"Can killing people be so calm?"

Shiluuk, a slightly unscrupulous pseudo-baron, seems to think that the executioner should have a sad look. Otherwise, what if there is a fraud? It's a pity, Tiger. Mr. House is indeed an expert among experts in homicide. I don't know where the Black court came from, and I don't expect that a potential stock in captivity is so tough.

After playing a round of Shiruluk's little abacus, he felt that the cost of limiting this kind of character seems to be much higher than expected. Could it be because of his poor character?

Boss Ma looked at Shiruluk with contempt and said, "Does your organization make a fuss about the death of one or two people?" Come on, the world is very realistic. Don't think that killing one or two spoilers will cause a big war.

This kind of light words made the first-class non-restricted baron a little embarrassed. Miss Ruth rolled her eyes and had nothing to say. She felt that today's day was simply terrible. I didn't say anything to the boss of the three bitches, and I didn't say anything. On the contrary, he also encountered some shady organizations. Maybe as soon as the church chased it, it would connect this ghost organization with their Feng Ke family. You know, they are just a small family on a small island. They can't stand the wind and rain. They are not as single as the three bitches. If they die, they will kill the whole family. It's absolutely enough.

The most unpleasant thing for Ruth is that Boss Ma touched her chest, then secretly cooled, and then showed contemptuous eyes.

This is equivalent to a naked insult, but there is no doubt that Boss Ma does think so.

But this kind of humiliating thing can still count on Tiger. Does Mr. House apologize like a gentleman? It is absolutely impossible, even if the other party is a lady.

A small voice came from the kitchen. Luo Qier, a tom boy, poured some boiling water into the kettle and replaced Ruth with new tea. This made Ruth very helpless. Several bows and arrows were nailed to the table next to her, which looked a little serious, which made the atmosphere in the room very disharmonious. However, Shiruk, who looks like an Arab uncle, continues to drink his refreshing tea elegantly, with a calm and melodious manner.

It's just that he was scared by the ugliness of the killer 952 six just now, which made him pretend to be calm and fall into Ruth's eyes, that is, the more high-end clothes.

"Well, I have to admit that in some values, the Black Court does have a little like-mindedness with me. I don't want to be given the will by a group of well-dressed beasts in my limited life. You know what I'm talking about, right?" Boss Ma pointed to Shiruluk, the guy called a Persian by Boss Ma, nodded and then asked, "This is really the reason why I came here, isn't it?"

It sounds really good. The atmosphere is harmonious and the cooperation is pleasant.

But if this is the case, it won't make Shiruluk's trip so dangerous. For example, when a necromancer came back and saw Shiruluk's grotesque dress, he said in surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the group of mentally retarded clothes of the Black Court, right?"

Mentally retarded?

Judging from Charles's dead face, it seems that he knows something about the Black Court and... is in-depth.

"My God, Necromancer!"

No matter why Shiruluk can see Charles Necromancer at a glance, if a grader doesn't even master this skill, he doesn't have to eat and drink in the Dark Referee Association. This sounds like contempt for the grader, but to be honest, it is true.

"Please don't make a fuss, okay? Thank you."

Charles pulled an arrow from the table, shook it at Ma Hu, and said with a smile, "Look, there are some impatient guys, but you don't have much patience with them?"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost. This can't scare me. The owner of this arrow died on the other side of the street. If you are interested, you can check it out. Maybe it will be helpful for your autopsy experiment." Boss Ma said very calmly.

And the Persian Siluruk, and Miss Ruth, who pretended to be innocent and pure, were in great embarrassment. It seemed that a crazy necromancer appeared in front of her, dissecting the body there, and chanting words and summoning some strange necromancer creatures, which made people miserable.

This kind of conjecture and speculation is mostly a prejudice against the strange profession of necromancer, but there is no doubt that Charles's face, which seems to be dead, has long been used to this kind of cowardless contempt. What's more, it can bring people a spiritual impact. Even the impact of fear is also a sense of achievement, isn't it?

"You are really cruel. Others are just a small unknown killer. Is it necessary to be so cruel?" Charles's strange words made Boss Ma disgusted. He held his head high, looked at the necromancer arrogantly, and then said, "So you mean, I should find a big man like you, stab him casually, and then shouted all over the street. I slaughtered a necromancer?"

"I like the word slaughter very much."

Charles's calmness and indifference make the two people next to him a little unbearable. If Boss Ma is not a fierce man-level anti-sky figure, I'm afraid he can't stand this kind of dead tone. You punched the other party in the face fiercely, but you find that the guy is mud, which not only doesn't hurt, but also makes you feel evil. Heart.

"Well, this poor gentleman is an organization in a small corner. It seems that they have a good grasp of information. At least for me at this time, I really need a little free cooli to provide me with some useful information for reference." Boss Ma said bluntly, which made Shiruluk very hurt. Anyway, the organization that evaluates his effectiveness in the mouth of outsiders is rubbish, which no one can stand it.

"You are so mean."

Charles flattened his mouth, as if he was complaining, but before Shiruluk had time to be grateful, the stinky old man added another sentence, "But this association is really bad, especially those damn graders, which are simply useless, a bunch of wastes waiting to die!"

"Oh, thank you. Your noble evaluation makes me feel much kinder than my mean words." Boss Ma clapped his hands with an expressionless face, and Shiruluk beside him was already ashes.

Charles was a little proud, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "It's because of this incompetent person that makes Gang. A bastard like Cole can also cheat like a nobleman.

As soon as the old guy's voice fell, several eyes attracted different eyes. Of course, there was one more. For example, Luo Qier, a tom boy, looked at Charles' dead face, which was not so friendly.