Players want to beat Slake.

Smith also wants to beat Slake.

Even Rohard wanted to beat Slake.

【I heard that the sphincter muscle will limp when walking due to damage]

【Turn your face over and say, "You damn daddy nigger, should you go to the plantation to grow cotton"]

【Keep silent】

4:0:5, the transparent bridge maintains the maximum restraint.

Smith is the same, after all, they are good brothers. At least now.

"How many layers he is on, I know you know." Smith grabbed Slake's collar.

"Okay, I do know... Put me down, you rude nigger." Slake shouted: "He has a new relationship, and the woman was arranged by him at No. 3303 of Sierra Towers apartment. When night falls, he will be back again

The woman who will come back to accompany him."

"Correction, my woman." Smith said something disgusting or exciting, and looked at Rohard: "Killer, it depends on you whether we can regain our identity."

"And we are there." Slake interrupted at this time. "I will help you invade the elevator, but you have to find a way to access the door. This thing cannot be avoided. Forced cracking will only cause alarms to be everywhere in the apartment."

After saying that, Slake looked at Smith.

Smith raised his hand and stepped back: "I'm only responsible for the after-sales, ok?"

After the simple division of labor, Slake returned to the muscle car he drove to get the laptop, and casually connected the network of a roadside shop, pounded it and hit the Enter key with a last hit.

The corridor surveillance image of the apartment appears on the screen.

"Bring it with you, I'll tell you if there is a situation." Slake handed Rohard a Bluetooth headset.

"Can you see the room? If the fake guy is doing something to help me get it down, I can take it back and get it back to get it." Smith said with a slutty smile with eagerness.

"Idiot, would you allow others to install cameras in your room?" Slake cursed and urged Rohard to act.

Rohard put on his Bluetooth headset and walked silently across the road to the steps.

Rohard was obviously a white man who was neither black nor yellow, so he was not blocked and easily entered the highest apartment in Los Angeles.

"The elevator is now on the 17th floor, but someone is waiting for the elevator on the first floor to wait for the next shift."

Slake's voice sounded in Bluetooth.

Rohard came to the elevator, and as Slake said, there was a male guest waiting for the elevator.

bite--

The elevator arrived at the first floor, and the man entered the elevator and swiped the door card. He pressed and held the door key and waited for Rohard to come in.

Rohard didn't move, and the man who had been waiting for a few seconds felt bored, shrugged his shoulders and took his finger away.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Rohard waits for the next elevator.

21…22…23…The elevator stopped on the twenty-third floor and waited for more than ten seconds before starting to descend.

Meanwhile, Slake's reminder rang out in Rohard's headset: "The famous waiter is heading to you..."

A waiter was leaving the hall and heading towards the elevator.

14…13…12…

Rohard had time to get to the elevator before the waiter arrived, but the elevator suddenly stopped on the 8th floor.

"Quick...Quick..." Slake anxiously urged the elevator to start as soon as possible.

The elevator stayed on the 8th floor for nearly twenty seconds before descending again.

"It must be a damn, dumb, hateful woman!" Slake cursed in a low voice like a gay man.

Dadadadadada—

Rohard had already vaguely heard the crisp sound of the cheap leather shoes around the corner stepping on the marble tiles.

"Big White Bear! I suggest you hide in the safe passage, now!" Slake's voice became more and more anxious.

6…5…4…

"He's coming to the corner!" a harsh shout came from Bluetooth.

bite--

Meanwhile, the elevator door arrives on the first floor.

A man wearing pajamas and slippers walked out of the elevator that slowly opened.

Rohard quickly passed by, entered the slightly sank elevator, turned around and pressed the closing key. The button on the 33rd floor automatically lit up, and Slake also started to move.

Outside the slowly closed elevator door, a figure walking quickly appeared.

"Please wait a moment-"

The closed elevator door blocked the waiter's remaining words.

"Damn DeepPockets..." The waiter cursed in a low voice, waiting for the next elevator.

bite--

On the 33rd floor of the apartment, the elevator door slowly opened.

"Very good, I saw you on the 33rd floor... I've found a way to enter 3303. Now we'll find a way to get up the freight elevator to help you."

Rohard turned left and quietly stepped on the red carpet of the corridor.

This is obviously Smith's secret stronghold. There are no bodyguards in front of the gate of No. 3303, and there are no additional cameras to monitor the corridor.

The option appears at this time.

【This corridor is unpleasant, but there are many people in the hall below】

【Wang to the camera so that they can see you】

【Banging on the door without any odor】

Three bad options, they have no choice.

0:4:5, it is obvious that Transparent Bridge is a boring person.

Rohard knocked on the door, and after a moment, the door opened.

"I didn't say no more-"

The complaining fake Smith shut his mouth and looked at Rohard strangely: "Who are you?"

Rohard's harmless image of humans and animals was really unpredictable, but soon fake Smith recalled seeing him at a bar.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the fake Smith suddenly looked behind Rohard: "Have you found the wrong door? Look at the door opposite to him open-"

He quickly closed the door as he said.

Bang!

The door was forced to open by Rohard and walked into the room.

"Hi Hi killer, don't rush to close the door!"

Smith and Slake were heard from the corridor, and they actually rushed over.

"Where is that woman?!"

Bang.

Close the door to block the sound, Smith did not forget his original intention, and he rushed into the room and began to search in the bathroom and bedroom without being ignored by the fake Smith beside him.

"It's you... a fake guy!" Fake Smith paused for a moment and shouted in disbelief: "You are in the same group as this fake guy!"

This sentence is full of déjà vu.

Smith, who was looking for women everywhere, shouted when he heard this, "Damn, you won't believe this lie of a dead nigger, do you?"

Rohard remained silent as options emerged.

【Give Fake Smith a decent ending in front of Smith】

【Give Fake Smith a decent ending】

【Give yourself a decent ending】

Fake Smith proudly spread his hands: "You are just a fake who looks a little similar to me-"

Bang!

The gunshots interrupted the words.

Fake Smith lowered her head in disbelief and fell backwards.

Smith and Slake stared at Rohard with the same references.

"Wow...Wow, man, please... give me the gun first." Smith swallowed his saliva and leaned over to take the gun away.

Looking at Slake, Smith coughed dryly and said, "Killer, there is a woman in the room, go find where she is."

Rohard nodded silently and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Click—

The hammer pressed suddenly sounded from behind.

"The gunshots cannot be concealed, and there are still corpses, so someone will always take the blame."

Smith raised his pistol and waved his other hand gently.
Chapter completed!