Otherwise, Wu Hu La is the communication officer, she is sensitive to the sound. As soon as there was a slight sound around her, she immediately caught it.

Captain Kirk and others quickly became alert, leaned together with pots, pans and other weapons in their hands, and investigated around.

Speaking of which, Captain Kirk and his group were extremely unlucky. They were originally supposed to be the protagonist who had a good savior, but Wang Zheng was involved in a mess and were captured and exiled. A captain of a dignified spaceship warship got a world where there was no weapon on his own, which was extremely pitiful. At this time, the weapons in his hand were still coming out of the kitchen.

The footsteps gradually became clear, and others finally noticed them.

Captain Kirk looked at the seven men and women with faint smiles on their faces and a look of watching the show. After hesitating for a while, he finally didn't rush forward. In addition to being afraid of Uncle Merlin's double-barrel hunting gun, he also brought them to this point because of his impulse before, and he was not so confident in his judgment.

The sound was getting closer and closer. When the direction could be clearly distinguished, a secret passage was opened on the walls on all sides at the same time. Two women dressed in white, two black and four tight leather clothes walked out at the same rhythm.

It was only then that Kirk and the others understood why they could only hear one person's footsteps, but Wuhula used "them" to describe it. It turned out that these four people had actually reached a terrifying realm. The four people were like one person, their movements and steps were exactly the same as they stared at them.

Captain Kirk felt a chill suddenly jumping from his tailbone and his goose bumps suddenly got up. Logically, he had been in the universe for so long, and he had seen a lot of civilizations and strange races of various races, but none of them had ever given her such a dangerous feeling. Perhaps it was different from before. Without the support of the Federation Fleet, he had lost the goal of struggle and the last confidence in his heart.

The bishop did not look up, picked up the knife and fork and gently cut the lamb liver from the dining plate, and said lightly: "Kamale. Clean it up, and don't disturb the atmosphere of the celebration party because of a few lost little mice."

Four women in leather clothes nodded at the same time and replied: "Yes, Lord Bishop!"

Then they waved their hands at the same time, and two sleeve knives more than one foot long jumped out from under their wrists, with high heels under their feet, not even a big greeting, and attacked Kirk and his group from all directions.

One side attacked coldly, the other side attacked with strong battles, the other side had the advantage in weapons, and the other side took advantage in numbers. One side was a cruelly trained dead soldier, and the other was a professional soldier who had been through the battlefield for a long time. As soon as the close forces were met, the fight instantly reached a climax.

Evenly matched, and the moves were stacked out. Several people were moving faster and faster. Then they heard a series of metal clashes of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" constantly sounding. With evenly matched, the fight was very beautiful.

Uncle Meilin took a sip of red wine with interest. He squinted his eyes and said, "He is very good at skill, clean and nimble, and has great strength. It is really a fighting technique used by the military!"

The beauty woman Fia popped the wine glass with her green onion fingers and laughed softly: "So, are those old foxes in the military playing tricks?"

The sheriff shook his head slightly and said, "It is unlikely that if they have bad intentions, we will not be able to receive any news!"

"Then what do you mean is that these soldiers are so full that they come over to make trouble, or are they just getting lost and going here?"

Hearing the keyword of getting lost, Captain Kirk, who was kicked by a woman in white leather clothes with her legs several times, shouted in his heart: Yes, we are just lost! However, this could only make him feel like shameless behavior. A fire was buried in his heart and could not vent his feelings. He roared wildly, holding the kitchen knife that had already cut out the gap in his hands, and slashed it hard. It was the first time that the woman in white leather clothes was knocked back.

The outfits of these four women are quite interesting. They have similar figures and although their faces are a little different, they all look similar with heavy makeup and eye shadow and the same head shape. From a distance, they look like two pairs of twins with very similar appearances.

However, it is easy to distinguish them because of the different colors of clothing.

Although the styles of their leather jackets are the same, they are not as simple as black wearing black. White wearing white. Instead, they are staggered. In other words, each color of leather jacket is worn by two women. Therefore, with their own skin color, they form four types of white, white, black, black and black, as if they are reflecting an alternative cycle, showing that they are not only four people, but are actually a whole.

This is a feeling of echoing the unified movements and expressions when they appeared before.

Hannibal gracefully put a piece of lamb liver into his mouth, chewed it gently, looked up at the battlefield in front, and said, "Kitchenware is a magical artifact that turns decay into magic. Although they are approachable and allow anyone to use them in any way, very few people who really understand and listen to their voices."

As he said that, he looked at the kitchen utensils that had been damaged but were still waving by Kirk and his gang as life-saving straw, and sighed.

The bishop smiled and said, "Everything will end. No matter what way it is, ending is the most important part of its journey. Don't be sorry for it, this is the real beginning."

When the bishop was taking the opportunity to preach again, the sheriff felt that he was big, so he quickly changed his mind and said, "Is this Kamar, who is known as the strongest defensive angel under the bishop?"

"That's right!" the nun smiled and said, "The eight angels rank second in combat power."

The demon | The beauty girl Feiya suddenly said, "Then who are you?"

The nun smiled and said, "I am not here, I am a saint!"

Fia narrowed her eyes and said, "I remember it seems like you were rising from the eight angels. Isn't it? The charming angel Haniya."

The nun's face changed, and then quickly returned to its original state, smirking and stopped talking.

However, the sheriff and others were not interested in the intrigue between the two women. They regarded the fight in front of them as a meal program and were having a big meal happily.

Captain Kirk was almost vomiting blood. The black woman in white clothes seemed to have stared at him. From the beginning to now, the storm-like attack has never stopped. Even if his companions come to attack, the woman would dodge directly and attack again.

The companions couldn't count on them. Kirk himself was the one who could fight the most among the five of them. The remaining four Spock and Uhula could barely deal with the other one. The remaining medical officer Lao Gutou and Miss Marcus were all physical waste. The two of them were beaten by the white woman and were covered in injuries.

The bishop suddenly put down his knife and fork, frowned slightly, "Kamale, it's been three minutes. When will you play?"

The four women, who were getting more and more excited in their eyes, suddenly shook their whole body, and the speed of the knife was suddenly several times faster. They just brushed the blades of Kirk and the other five, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Just as they were about to end, a gunshot suddenly came from the hall.

"bump!"

"Clang!"

The chandelier directly above the long table fell down and smashed it down with a thousand pounds of force. The sound of broken pieces flew everywhere, and the long table collapsed. The dishes carefully prepared by the big table instantly sprinkled on the ground, becoming leftover rice that could only be thrown into the trash can to feed wild cats.

Feeling abnormal, the few people sitting on the side quickly retreated far away, leaving only the bishop facing the ruins with knife and fork, and the broken pieces, but still chewing at the big cow leg in his hand indifferently.

The bishop's disguised polite mask finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the cold light flashed out in his eyes. He threw down the knife and fork in his hand, reached into his arms with a crisp "jingle" sound and took out a white handkerchief, and gently inserted it on his cheek. A blood immediately spread out on it.
Chapter completed!