The models on the runway are mainly white and black, with only one or two eastern holes. One of them is short-haired girls wearing gemstone underwear walking on the catwalk. Compared with other models, her figure is smaller. It is likely that because she has just become a model, she is nervous and her movements are a little stiff.

The people in the audience have no bad eyesight, and some of the female companions are also top supermodels, so there are whispers soon.

Sweat was oozing out of the short-haired girl's forehead, but she could only grit her teeth and continue walking. Now she must be praying in her heart that it will end soon.

However, things didn't go as expected. The next moment, a small metal ball that came out from somewhere rolled to her feet. The girl with short hair did not see it and stepped on it.

As a result, her ankle was twisted to ninety degrees instantly. The piercing pain made her unable to control her balance anymore. She sat on the catwalk and a look of despair immediately appeared on her face.

The model's world is even more cruel than the bounty hunter. Such a major mistake on such an important occasion basically means that she will bid farewell to this stage.

But then the short-haired girl was surprised to find that everyone present did not pay attention to her. On the contrary, everyone's eyes are now focused on the small metal ball, because that thing is very similar to the legendary sonic bomb.

Five seconds later, their premonition came true. A powerful sound wave exploded with the metal ball as the origin, shattering all the windows in the hotel lobby. The glasses held by many people turned into pieces. The leaking champagne wet their dresses, and the model girl closest to the closest was shocked to death.

Then a masked man in tight clothes quickly descended from the glass-lost ceiling window, accompanied by five smoke bombs.

Mask? Weize raised his eyebrows. He was quite interested in this lone thief who was in the limelight recently. He was about to continue watching, but at this time the crowd had already started to riot. With the screams of the female guests, everyone rushed to escape. The person who was recording was obviously busy running away at this moment. The camera drooped and swayed violently. It took about seven or eight seconds to end the video.

Weize then clicked on the play button. Instead of paying attention to the popular models or female guests, he focused on the masked man falling from the sky and the last eight seconds.

The former is easy to understand. Weize has judged from just a few shots that the Mask is a male, between the ages of 18 and 35, 1.8 meters tall, weighs about 170 pounds, and is flexible. He should have practiced Muay Thai.

And the remaining eight seconds are just meaningless fragments to ordinary people, but in the eyes of experts like Weize, it has the value of the scene that was no less than the previous masked scene.

He saw from these fragmented shots that Winston was not unprepared for the attack. In addition to the security forces on the outside, they also arranged additional experts at the exhibition, and more than one.

Interestingly, Weize touched his chin. The jewelry exhibition organized by Winston Company did not seem as simple as it seems. There have been rumors that the backer behind this jewelry company is likely to be the Deluxe Group. If you contact the news about the theft of the secret laboratory of Deluxe, the matter last night might be a situation set by Deluxe against the Mask. If the Mask is not prepared, it may suffer a big loss.

The facts are similar to what Weize guessed. Although the Mask successfully stole the Emerald Star from the model last night, it was also ambushed. The poster said that the new news from this morning was that the Mask barely escaped at the last moment, but was shot several times, and the current situation is probably not very optimistic.

If we only end up here, we will basically just look at gossip. The forum is full of bounty hunters and everything is missing, but we have never lacked these messy news. Although the mask is famous, it will not even blow up the thousands of years of screen-seeking party and missing people.

So the real big thing is the news that the poster later broke.

——Tirou Group has officially submitted an unlimited commission application to the Hunter Guild. Once the review is approved, it is expected that the entire Bounty Hunter on Mars will receive a notice as early as tonight. At the same time, the Hunter Guild will also scroll the message on the homepage of the official website.

And this means that all bounty hunters can see it.

"This time Coke is big! Oh, the guild has not issued an unlimited commission for almost two years, right?" - Spokesperson: Unlocking Gundam with bare hands

"And it's still on Mars, tsk, really, do you think we're not messy enough here?" - Spokesperson: Ice shrimp

"I don't know what the seniors of Menhera think. I will definitely participate this time. It is said that Deluo Group has issued a huge bounty of 20 million credit points!!!" - Spokesperson: Handsome boy

He also added a string of drooling expressions after leaving a message.

"20 million?!!! It's true and fake. It's worthy of being a business empire. With such a big deal, you can retire after finishing this order. It's me!" - Spokesperson: The Love of Deakushui

"Haha, the two above are newbies. Do you really think the 20 million is easy to get? Go back and check the previous unlimited casualty rates and then dream about it." - Spokesperson: gasoline

"In addition to nickname, the C-class hunter poison of the asteroid belt has decided to accept this unlimited commission, and the system is ranked 4962." - Spokesperson: Swordfish

"C-class hunter?! Or is it within 5,000? It feels a bit bad." - Spokesperson: Handsome boy

"What's this? Even the B-level bounty hunter will be moved by this amount." - Spokesperson: gasoline

"Not good! Not good! Not good!!! Not good!!! Not good!!! Not good!!! It's not good!!! It's better to watch the fun for the sake of your life." - Spokesperson: Repeater

"Ah, it's over. How can we mortals work during this period? You will meet the great god when you go to a convenience store to buy a bag of green arrows. Next, it will probably be as lively as the Marvel Fight." - Spokesperson: Little Yellow Man

"Add an advertisement, does anyone want to buy insurance? If you die badly, you can get double compensation." - Spokesperson: Ping An Insurance Mars Sales Department (officially recognized)

"Why can you see any post? You, don't advertise like this anymore. It's too unlucky. Don't you care where the administrator is?" - Spokesperson: Bingzhes

Weize did not turn it over again, because there were basically these famous hunters who planned to accept commissioned information, or had no nutritional mood stickers.

He turned off the computer, picked up the cigarette and lighter, walked onto the small balcony that could only accommodate about two people, leaning against the old clothes rack, under the windy under his head, socks with holes on his thumb, and traffic flowing under his feet.

Wei Ze stood alone on the balcony for no reason, but he completely forgot about the time until the cigarette butts fell all over the ground. He subconsciously reached out and wanted to pull out another one from the cigarette box, but found that it was empty inside.
Chapter completed!