"Is it difficult to find another tattoo?" Zhang Zichu looked back at Dongfang Han. He quickly calmed down and continued to inquire.
"I'm sorry for this!" Barus looked back at him apologetically, "I searched the information networks all over the world, but I couldn't find this person with python tattoos behind. It seems that the person is very cautious, perhaps deliberate Conceal it."
Although they couldn't find this person, they also got a lot of beneficial information and unexpected news when they came here.
"Thank you this time, Barus." Zhang Zichu thanked him with a smile.
"This is what I should do." Barus suddenly thought of something, and then asked: "When will the two of you leave this city. Oh, don't get me wrong, if you don't leave in a hurry, I want to entertain you once." I've been so busy this week that I have forgotten business."
"We have already troubled you a lot. I plan to leave here today with my love, after all, we have a special identity like us." Zhang Zichu smiled and looked back at Dongfang Han.
Barus is also a sensible person, even if they want to leave, he doesn't have to reluctantly stay. And in a situation like this, it is indeed necessary to keep a distance from each other to avoid unnecessary troubles.
"Then I won't give two away."
"Okay, then let's go first."
Watching the two turn around and leave, Barus suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned back to the computer, just as he was about to delete the files above—
"Suddenly!" When he clicked the mouse, a gunshot came from behind, and then his chest was hot. Looking down, there was a hole in his chest, and large swaths of blood continued to gush out. He looked back with difficulty and looked at the man standing at the door who had not left at all, "You... why did you do this!"
Zhang Zichu ignored the deadly expression and said faintly, "For our safety, you must die!" "Sudden!" Sparks spurted out of the muzzle again, and Barus's heart was unsurprisingly affected by that one. The bullet was broken into pieces and fell heavily to the ground, never moving again. . .
At this time, Zhang Zichu raised the gun in his hand again and smashed the wine on the cabinet beside him, and soon the wine soaked the ground. He took out the lighter on his body, turned it on and threw it inside. With a "bang", the ground instantly burned, and soon the entire warehouse was swallowed by the fire.
"It has been cleared." Zhang Zichu and Dongfang Han, who was standing in the corridor waiting for him, met.
"Let's go quickly, before someone finds out."
So the two quickly left the bar and walked out. They tore off the masks from their faces, put on the prepared hats and glasses, and turned away in the chaotic voice behind them.
"Xiaohan, what do you plan to do with the death god?" Zhang Zichu asked her as she walked on the road.
"That man must be the same as us, always looking for this treasure. If we don't find the other two people who have this tattoo, remove them. This will be very detrimental to us." Dongfang Han thought about it seriously, before removing the trouble. It would be dangerous for them to find the thing left by their father, before they figured out the truth.
"Xiaohan, although I don't think this is a very wise choice. But if the god of death is also looking for us, we have been hiding our identities, I am afraid it will be difficult to draw him out."
"He's right!"
Suddenly another voice came from ahead, and Dongfang Han and Zhang Zichu stopped abruptly because someone was blocking their way.