Gourmet Hunter of the Heavens System

Originally, the white-haired old man hadn't paid much attention to Lost's affairs. After all, as the speaker, he also had his affairs to be busy.

Even the guy who killed the team before, or even the team, he didn't pay attention to it at all, just handed it over to his subordinates..

At this time, the gray-haired old man's attitude towards Lost completely changed.

If Lost was originally in the mind of the gray-haired old man, just to make a profit, it didn't matter..

Now it’s a little different..

Now Nitro is all concerned, and he specifically called, he naturally wouldn't let it go..

This is already related to his dignity and face.

No matter what, kill it first.

No matter what, he wouldn't let this Nitro succeed.

The people Nitro pays attention to now have a good chance to have an excuse to kill, then he is welcome.

The Lord Speaker of the Sky Sports City even planned to send a few more troops out as soon as the call was over, no matter how he wanted to get people in his hands..

As the master of a city, the energy in his hands is naturally not as simple as a brigade, otherwise, it is impossible for people to be afraid of giving in.

As long as Nitro is unhappy, he can be happy~~

It doesn't even matter if money is not money or anything..

"Hahaha~~ It's really hard to do~ I know you won't be so face-saving. I have already ordered the airship to go to your side. You have to receive me well when you come."

"Hey, I'm actually quite curious as to whether anyone can kill under my hands."

The tone on the other end of the phone was a little indifferent, and even came to tease in this way..

"Even if you are here, they are all over a hundred years old, and they are running around. Be careful to die here. I will prepare a coffin for you."

The white-haired old man naturally heard what Nitro said.

He didn't stop him at all, he was a bit gritted, don't kill him cruelly..

Anyway, there are all excuses, he can even let go of his hands and feet altogether.

"It has been so many years, I want to see, you are still not the so-called best..."

At the end, the white-haired old man suddenly found himself a little strange, his body began to become a little weak, with a little pain behind him.

Before he uttered the last strong word, he felt another attack..

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness began to disappear quickly, and his eyes went dark, and this big person in the sky arena died silently.

Began to dissipate consciousness.

In fact, the white-haired old man can see that his strength is not weak, even if he is a bit older, but his body is obviously well maintained in normal times.

The only certainty is that there is too much time to fight and lose a lot of alertness..

"En? Are you an old boy playing half-talking tricks? Are you trying to say you are dead?"

It was obvious that I felt something on the other end of the phone. I was a little confused and spoke directly..

"Old boy, is it really dead?"

"The guy on the other end of the phone, answer the phone, let's talk about it~~"

After inquiring a little bit, and adding the painful hum just now, Nitro knew very well that there was obviously something wrong with this guy..

And it was probably an assassination.

As the president of the Hunter Association, Nitro is one of the top figures in the world. I believe there are still many people who are more interested in what he wants to say to people..

But it is a pity that he is facing Barr, as long as Lost does not give an order, he will not do anything superfluous.

Without Lost's order, these puppets would not make a sound even if they were killed..

Ballmer performed his task silently, cleaning up the remaining traces, including the little blood that the white-haired old man had missed..

After solving everything, he directly lifted the Speaker of the Sky Sports City who had been pierced by the Eight Chambers, using his abilities to cover the scene all the way.

Take him quickly and leave the speaker's office..

"It's really troublesome."

Perhaps Nitro on the other end of the phone mumbled when he heard the movement on the other end of the phone, and then hung up.

At the last words, I didn't know what trouble he was disgusting..

Was it because of Lost, or was it because of the murder of Lord Speaker?

Maybe both..

However, although he was talking about troubles, the tone of his words didn't mean that troublesome at all, and he was even a little inexplicably interested..

It is located in a small room on the 12th floor in the Manager Conference Building.

Lost came here long after the previous rest..

Taking advantage of Barr's full mind, he wanted to do something he had always wanted to do.

Watching Barr processing the traces while holding a white-haired old man with eight rooms still stuck in his body, came here..

He also knew that this matter was successful.

Baal's speed is very fast, and Bafang obviously has a certain special ability.

Let the white-haired old man's thoughts have not been completely diffused..

Lost was not polite, and at this time he didn't care about whether he would be discovered or not.

Although it is difficult to infiltrate places like this, but because of the difficulty of infiltrating, there is no intruder here for a year or even a few years..

The security personnel of the manager's meeting building were a little negligent.

Lost was holding the eight chambers, and he was already ready, and he was about to lose blood this time.

After receiving the orders from Lost, the eight houses quickly executed them..

The energy of Qi, blood and thought Qi hidden in Lost's body quickly dissipated.

It is not to say that it dissipates, it should be said that it was greedily swallowed by the eight rooms..

The energy was transferred and quickly entered the sword body of the eight chambers, and finally transformed into a strange energy, and began to repair the white-haired old man's injury and body.

The wounds originally attacked and assassinated by Barr quickly recovered..

At the end of the day, it will be fully recovered.

There is no need for Lost to control anything, the Eighth Room slid directly out of the old man.

In the end, only a little energy continued to repair and reform his body..

Lost didn't care too much, just grabbed the Eighth Room when he was about to fall, and didn't let him fall to the ground.

After all, the hand was originally placed next to the Eighth Room, but he didn't hold it tightly. Everyone had such a reaction..

"It looks like a success~~"

Lost's complexion was slightly flushed, with a weak white that favored sickness.

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him.

Previously, Lost's idea had always been to look for some powerful or special abilities as puppets.

But I kept thinking..

He has one more idea. This Lord Speaker, who is specifically aimed at him, seems to be a good goal..