after an hour.
The next performance is about to begin, but the leader is looking for the magician everywhere.
"Daeron? Where is the Daeron? Where did he go?!"
The group leader roared angrily in the background.
Everyone looked at each other.
After a while, the magician's female assistant hurried over, raised her hand and said, "Regiment, leader, Darren seems to have gone out and hasn't come back yet..."
The leader cursed a few times and remembered that he asked the magician to find those people. Could it be that he hadn't come back yet
"This idiot, doesn't he know to come back first to catch the next show? Damn, they are all as stupid as pigs!"
The female assistant asked hesitantly, "Commander, what should I do with the magic show..."
"Damn it, how do I know what to do! I can't do magic! Can you do it? If you can, come on!"
The female assistant looked embarrassed, "I don't know how..."
"Then what will you do?" The leader vented his anger on her.
The female assistant said depressedly, "I'm just an assistant..."
At this time, a man next to me said lewdly, "Why don't you go up and do a striptease? I'm sure the tickets will be sold out."
The female assistant's face turned pale.
Fortunately, the leader didn't want to destroy the circus sign and didn't agree to such a thing.
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In a small building in the rock area.
There is a special restaurant on the first floor. Go up the white stairs and there is a blue door.
Darren came in from the back door, climbed up the steps, and opened the door.
It was obviously daytime, but the curtains were closed inside the house, and the light was dim.
"Damn it, I need to sleep, close the door!" A curse came from the other side of the sofa. With a sullen face, Darren walked over and kicked the person on the sofa.
"Get up, don't sleep, I have something to say."
"Say P! Doesn't the operation start at night?" The person on the sofa was woken up and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only noon. He was so angry that he swept everything on the table with his feet.
Darren simply ignored him and went to the bed to wake the others up.
The others were not good-tempered, but a few had a good relationship with him, so they woke up and gathered on the carpet of the coffee table.
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly. I didn't go to bed until eight in the morning. I'm so sleepy now."
Darren knocked on the wooden floor with his hand and asked, "Have you placed all the bombs?"
"Nonsense, if you don't put it away, how will you act tonight? Is this why you're asking?"
Darren shook his head and said, "No, you all wash your faces and wake up. Now the plan has changed. We will start taking action in the afternoon."
"Afternoon? Aren't you going to blow it up in the evening when more people are watching the fireworks?"
The lights in the room were turned on, and the light shone on the face of the speaker.
He was a black man, his facial features looked ordinary, but his eyes were bloody and vicious.
Darren didn't want to explain anything, so he patted the person next to him on the shoulder and said, "It won't hinder the evening's affairs. Our goal is to kill some people anyway, isn't it? The more bombs we blow, the more people we will kill." "
"Blow it up one more time? Where do you want to blow it up?"
Darren's eyes were gloomy, "It's right here - the rocky area. Isn't this just right? Blast up all our traces here so we can't be traced."
Several other people glanced at each other, and someone sneered, "Darren, you look a little inappropriate. Tell me, is there someone who has a grudge against you?"
"Whatever, just blow it up, it's his grandma's fault. I've long been unhappy with the old man next door. When I go out, he stares at me as if I'm a bad person."
(End of chapter)