The buzzing roar of the fume duct fan buried the sounds in the kitchen deeply, and no one noticed what was going on inside.
It had only been a minute since Katarina stepped into the kitchen.
Little Tommy endured the dizziness and stood up. He felt a white light flash before his eyes, and a stream of heavy air rushed from his abdomen straight into his skull.
Several shadows overlapped in front of him, and he finally confirmed that the one standing was Miss Catalina.
She looked down at the crystal clear sword in her hand, frozen in place like a wooden sculpture.
The master fell to his knees on the floor, his head hanging limply. The purple arteries on his neck were like a waterfall of blood, and his pale skin gradually turned gray, completely losing the breath of life.
Several severed limbs were scattered on the ground, rolling and twisting like dying insects, making a "slapping" sound in the pool of blood.
He now has no arms. Tommy thought to himself.
"Miss Catalina?" he asked tentatively, not sure if she was still normal.
Hearing Tommy's voice, Catalina recovered from her out-of-body state:
"Thank God, Tommy, are you okay? Was the blow just now too hard? The situation was urgent, I..." She walked over and said with some self-blame.
"I'm fine, Miss Catalina. I..."
In an instant, he had a lot to say. He wanted to go home, to cry, to tell Catalina that your chief intelligence officer had not let you down.
But in the end, he endured it. This is not the place for him to cry:
"We'd better save the gentleman who was tied up first."
Tommy plucked the apple from Burke Orton's mouth. His jaw was still dislocated and he could only make some inarticulate sounds:
"Click..."
"Don't move. I learned a little bit about joint repositioning in the swordsmanship club. I'm sorry -"
Catalina inserted her thumbs into his mouth, pulled his jaw down, and then suddenly pushed it up. The brown-haired young man let out a muffled groan and his jaw reset.
"Hmm...Miss Catalina, Holy Spirit, I really didn't expect to see you here!" Burke Orton moved his teeth and said with the joy of surviving a disaster.
"you know me?"
"Of course, at your adult ceremony banquet, the dress you wore was really gorgeous. I heard afterwards that something went wrong at the banquet that day. Is it true?"
"That's right." Catalina cut the rope from Bock's body from behind.
Bock originally wanted to tidy up his appearance, but his messy hair couldn't be straightened out with his hands. I saw him take out a box of shiny business card holders from his arms:
"Thank you too, this little brother named Tommy. If it hadn't been for you, I'm afraid I would have been killed by the sword before Miss Catalina came in. If necessary in the future, I will not hesitate to explain."
"Oh...um, ah! Okay, you're welcome."
Tommy's response was a bit bland. He didn't make that choice just to receive a reward, but the other party's reward actually made him feel a little awkward at the moment. It wasn't until Catalina patted the back of his hand that he reluctantly took the box of business cards.
Burke Orton turned around and noticed the long sword covered in crystals in Catalina's hand. He was so surprised that he almost broke his newly attached chin:
"Oh my God...'The glazed sword that shines like a rainbow', are you the 'Blackadder' in the rumors?" "
"No, I just had a brief encounter with him, and I hope you can keep it a secret for me. And...don't be too happy first, we have to find a way to remove the blade collar around your neck before we can take you out of here. Ed, do you have a way to solve this?"
In Tommy's eyes, Catalina suddenly spoke into the air inexplicably.
"Wait a moment, I need to confirm the specific structure of the device."
Ed's voice sounded somewhere, slightly distorted. Under the sink, a shiny metallic eight-clawed spider crawled out, its yellow eyes like the vertical pupils of a cat.
"Is this the one-eyed spider of the Royal Society? No, it looks like an imitation. Who are you? Why do you have such a thing in your hand?" Burke Orton said in surprise.
"You'd better get out alive first and then discuss these issues. You are always welcome to file a patent complaint at that time."
The eight-clawed spider inspected the collar around Burke Orton's neck for a while, and then said:
"... If I can find the right tools, I can do it in 2-3 hours. But there is not enough time. Since the chef here is dead, there are still two minutes at most, and then the people in the club will notice something strange. .”
"There are some pre-made appetizers and cold platters," Tommy suggested. "I can try using these to delay the meal for a while. I don't know how long."
"It's still not enough. We can only find the central crystal as the signal source. If I can get the one-eyed spider close to the central crystal, I will have a way to imitate the frequency of the signal. Even if the central crystal is destroyed or turned off, the signal source will not be interrupted. .”
"But how to determine where the central crystal is?" Catalina asked.
"I know where the central crystal is." Burke Orton said, "When Jaros carried me down, I happened to notice a device similar to a power supply base, which was placed in the VIP room - the central crystal must be Put it there too.”
"Okay, let me make a simple action plan..."
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