The Devil’s Cage Chapter 68: Shadow

The brain plasma collapsed.

The sound of bone crackling is still echoing in the ear, fiery flame has already ignited.

The blazing fire devoured the overwhelmed Fiend.

The traveling travelers kept walking, and only the red figure flying down the sky, protruding their paws, grabbed the item with a green light flashing on the ground.

When the red figure flew high again, the suburbs at night quickly regained tranquility.

There are only some evil spirit in the distance shuddering.

As for the wandering soul attached to evil spirit?

Don't dare to look up already on the ground.

......

The sun rises as usual every morning.

The warmth of the sun dispelled the coldness of the night and brought light to the world.

The most hardworking people in Flame City have already gotten up to work.

However, it should definitely not include Carey and Krey.

As a character who has been famous for a while in Flame City, Carey and Krey, who have prepared a back road for themselves, can still have a very nourishing life even if they leave ‘Ethan Hunter’.

Even in a sense, the lack of the head Boss , the two should live better.

But from their sad faces, this is not the case.

In a hidden room, the two sat silently face to face.

This silence has been going on for quite a long time. The two are smoking one after another. The ashtrays on the table are already full of cigarette butts, but the two are obviously ready to continue.

After nearly another ten minutes, the impatient Krey can't help it anymore.

"Today is the deadline!"

"Carey, what should I do?"

"Do we really want to do this?"

Krey asked frowning.

"I don’t know."

Carey shook his head, then, annoyed, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped hard twice, and mumbled in his mouth: "Boss is missing, everything has been found by us Damn it! **** it!"

In a series of curses, Carey pulled out another cigarette, but he did not ignite it, so even the cigarette case was crumpled and thrown heavily on the ground.

"How do I know what to do?"

"I usually just listen to Boss 's orders!"

"Then, perfect this command as much as possible!"

"Now, Boss is missing!"

"How do I know what to do with my XXX!"

Carey is like a crazy wild beast roaring in the room, picking up the ashtray in front of him, and smashing it **** the opposite wall.

Then, he started to pick up anything that could be picked up, and threw them all at the opposite wall, as if standing there was the one who upset him.

Looking at the appearance of Carey, Krey opened his mouth and tried to stop it, but in the end he said nothing.

Because, he couldn't think of any words of comfort at all.

In the face of a group of people who want to kill them but can’t resist, what words of comfort can calm the Wrath and helplessness in his heart.

The answer is: no.

After two minutes--

Hoo! call!

Carey gasped for a long time, and his chest kept rising and falling, and both eyes became terrible and terrifying.

"Since they don't want us to live, then don't they think better!"

"Krey, dare to do a big vote with me?"

The voice of Carey squeezed through the teeth.

"Don't you dare?"

"Are you going to teach the group of **** to raise?"

"Speak, what shall we do?"

Krey answered directly.

"Lesson?"

"Everyone is going to kill us, is it just a lesson?"

"Of course they are killed!"

Carey coldly said.

The corner of Krey's mouth is raised, and a smile of murderous intent appears on his face.

Don’t mind the killing of those guys.

Perhaps, when killing other people, he will still have a trace of guilt in heart, but for that group of people?

All he has is pleasure.

People who come up with that kind of heartbroken plan are saving more people for every kill.

"Tell me quickly, what should I do?"

"I can't wait!"

Krey twisted his thick neck, his muscles and bones rattled.

"Now we must be stared at."

"If you want to kill them, you must let them turn their attention away from us, and only then can we act."

"So, we need to release a "bait"."

After just venting, Carey regained his composure, he said clearly and clearly

"‘Bait’?"

Krey was shocked.

He is not flexible, and he can’t think of where the bait comes from.

"Remember our cousin that person at Boss ?"

"Get him out."

"He is outstanding enough!"

Carey said in a low voice.

"Ford?"

Krey, chuck, both eyes began to flood.

He kind of understood what Carey wanted to do, and immediately gave him a thumbs up gesture.

"This matter requires you to do it yourself right away!"

"Remember, at this time, no one can believe other than us."

Carey asked.

"Understood."

Krey nodded, turned and walked out

And after Krey left, Carey sat on the sofa and began to prepare.

Like Krey, he also knows that Ford is a man. Once that guy has recovered, he will definitely fall back to those guys.

There is absolutely no second possibility!

Therefore, his time is running out.

During this time, he must acquire more weapons.

To fight against the bastards.

Of course, before that, more smoke must be emitted.

Carey adjusts emotions~IndoMTL.com~ made one call after another.

On the phone, he was still complacent, and pretended to exaggerate every Boss he knew and let them come to his banquet.

"I found a new backer again?"

"That is of course!"

"I am Carey!"

"You said that Ethan Boss is "Bird of Death"?"

"What a joke."

"If Ethan Boss is "Bird of Death", I will eat the phone in my hand now."

"Yes!"

"Just some unreliable rumor."

"Ethan Boss has been affected by pond fish and is missing."

"He is an admirable Boss , but that's it. I don't have a new Boss ?"

"Come on!"

"Join on time tonight."

"I will surprise everyone!"

"No, no, not for you."

"Just a little surprise."

......

On the phone, such words almost come over again.

And every time Carey disdains the performance of rumor in those mouths of Boss .

It’s not that he doesn’t want to believe.

He can’t believe it.

In fact?

In the heart of Carey, I imagined more than once that Ethan Boss is ‘Bird of Death’. When he was fighting with those bastards, he appeared behind him and supported him with all his strength to beat them up.

The imaginary scene in my mind made Carey hold the phone in his hand and was quietly enchanted.

"If Ethan Boss is "Bird of Death", how good it should be!"

"A pity..."

Fantasy is ultimately fantasy.

He also needs to face reality.

Call.

takes a deep breath, Carey dialed another number in my heart.

The exaggerated words came again from Carey's mouth.