The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 500 is different

Something is wrong!

The black shadows like the ‘fallen’ can be interpreted as sentries, but what is the sudden formation of a group of alchemy transformation fighters?

Did you die?

Qin Ran squinted through the experience and breath to judge the strength of the former alchemy transformation warrior, the heart is more and more puzzled.

Alchemy transformation warriors may be much stronger than normal people.

But compared with him, it is completely inadequate.

With Barry’s embarrassment, it is impossible to send a hand to death if he knows this.

unless……

"The other party can't completely grasp the situation at hand!"

"Maybe because of the death of the sentry, he found a new intruder, but he didn't know who the intruder was... No, no!"

"If I set up such a big stage, I will definitely know the stage well. It is impossible to see such a flaw!"

"But the appearance of this team of alchemists..."

The doubts in the bottom of the heart, let Qin Ran make a gesture to O'Hara, and then, screaming [the arrogant language] rushed toward the team of alchemy transformation soldiers.

He needs more information to determine what happened.

The clue is naturally the alchemy transformation warrior in front of you.

Cut the melon and cut vegetables.

Qin Ran swept a group of alchemy transformation soldiers in front of him.

Then he examined it carefully.

From the most basic carry-on items to the stomach bag.

All, Qin Ran thought that the things that need to be checked have not been let go.

When he saw something, Qin Ran’s eyes narrowed.

"Is that right?"

For the clues collected in front of him, Qin Ran maintains a skeptical attitude.

Even if he found it by himself.

......

The mysterious side members in red leather and cloth are busy.

Some of them paint magical arrays on the ground, while others move large or small bottles and jars into the magic circle that has just been drawn.

Of course, this painting is good, just pointing at a certain part.

A part of a complete magical array.

But even this part of it has occupied the entire central square of Ceylon.

The fountains, sculptures, benches, street lamps, gardens, lawns and other facilities originally belonging to this place have been demolished five days ago.

On the flat ground, it was covered with a thick layer of oily things.

The magic array is depicted on this layer of grease.

When the palm of the hand crossed, a depression appeared immediately on the grease, and excess grease flocked to both sides and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A faint stench appears with such solidification.

Among the solidified oils, one of the looming faces began to emerge.

Struggling, stunned.

Pray, despair.

The look on every face is so real.

But it is impossible to impress these mysterious side members.

Everyone involved in the arrangement of the magical array is indifferent and serious.

Even, they have amazing similarities in certain movements.

Plus the same color of clothing, it looks like a robot.

There is only one exception.

The same red jacket, completely sewn from linen, three belts from the back waist tighten the excess between the clothes.

There is another wide belt around his waist.

Two leather pockets hang on the left side.

On the right is a short sword.

In his hand is a metal stick with a tall man.

A one-finger scar spread from the bare head to the chin.

From the scars of the cockroach, it is as if the head of the person was cut down and then stitched together.

"How about our allies?"

He asked.

"The same as the previous days!"

He replied.

"What about our guests?"

He continued to ask.

"It is coming to the trap!"

He continued to answer.

The scars twitched with the opening and closing of the front of the mouth, just like a huge cockroach twisting the body, but what is even more frightening is the other person.

One question and one answer is from the same mouth of the same person.

This is enough to make ordinary people feel awkward, but the people around them turn a blind eye.

It seems that I have been used to it.

......

Ceylon city, downtown.

Somewhere in the ground.

Barry carefully and carefully trimmed the cigar in his hand.

Instead of using a cigar cutter, I used a smaller scissors, similar to the eyebrow cuts that women trimmed their eyebrows.

嚓, 嚓.

In a unique way, Barry trimmed the cigar into a tapered shape.

Then, ignite directly with a small pine oil torch.

Barry’s mouth was carrying an old song, and the right hand holding the cigar kept moving.

Because of the special pruning method, the cigar is quickly heated and ignited.

Not eager to feel the aroma in the smoke.

Barry slid the cigar between his index finger and **** on his left hand, and his right hand was holding a glass filled with ice.

The golden wine circulates and spirals in the gaps of the ice.

Barry looked at the flow of the wine.

Then, drink the wine from the cup, and even bring the ice in the mouth.

Hey, hey.

The ice cubes are then chewed.

The hot wine and the ice intertwined, causing Barry's tongue and mouth to be paralyzed, and at this time, he put the cigar in his mouth.

The fragrant smoke was swallowed out.

After a while, the entire room was filled with cigar smoke.

And Barry is like a continually sipping a cigar.

It doesn't look like a person who enjoys a cigar, but a sly singer who doesn't know how to appreciate cigars.

Especially the wine glass of his right hand.

The spirits mixed with the fine agave and the hundred roots are being injected into it.

Normal people can't get through a glass of mixed wine, but they are drunk in a cup and a cup.

Until you get drunk.

Snapped!

The wine glass fell to the ground.

Then there is the bottle.

In a series of proverbs and insults, half of the cigars that had just ignited fell from the mouth of Barry's mouth, and the Martians splashed between them, and they continued to play for a few times, and they were motionless, exactly the same as Barry drunk on the ground.

Time passes by one minute.

About two minutes later, when Barry’s snoring sounded, the door of the room opened.

One is an ordinary wooden door.

And another fan?

It is an iron fence made of stainless steel.

Two doors together...

Prison door!

Anyone who sees it will think subconsciously.

Naturally, the room where Barry is located is naturally a cell.

A very chic cell.

Two tall men came in.

Lifting Barry to the bed with a blank expression, then turned and walked out.

There was no discourse communication and no gesture communication.

The strength of the brawny who is holding Barry's arm seems to be a little different.

The side is slightly heavier and the side is slightly lighter.

But from the outside, it is simply not visible.

The door was closed again, and Barry, who was facing the sky, continued to snoring under the influence of alcohol.

Moreover, the snoring is getting louder and louder.

PS first more~

The biological clock is still not transferred... It’s too late...

(End of this chapter)