The man's left foot is on the branch under him, his right arm is around the trunk, and his back is leaning against a sloping branch. The whole person stays on the tree in a shape commonly used in sculpture.

This position cannot be said to be comfortable, but it is the most comfortable state he can find.

When it started to get dark after dinner, he was ordered to stay here.

There is no explanation, no target confirmation, and no time to release this squatting state and go back to rest.

They were asked to crouch here and wait for a signal flare, which was lit up and ambush the people who ran out of the manor.

Although they didn't know why someone ran out of the manor, they naturally did as the above said.

"Damn, if I knew it earlier, I would just squat in the grass like them... Anyway, I'm lying down, snipers must seize the commanding heights, this **** rule..."

The man is a sniper, and the long spear on his body is the best proof. Looking at the two companions on the ground, he used to feel a lot of superiority.

Now I just feel disgusted.

He had waited for an hour and a half, and his patience was still there, but without seeing the flare, he still relaxed his mental state.

swipe~

The grass of the companion on the right swayed for a while, as if the person inside was changing positions.

"Tsk, amateur!"

He is very clear about the virtues of the two guys who are guarding with him. Maybe they were excellent fighters in the past. However, under the support of the Tate family these years, the degree of reduction in combat literacy is not the same. At one and a half points, I couldn't even hold on to the most basic squatting time without any meaningless movements.

However, before he could finish despising the person in the bushes on the right, the companion behind the bushes on the left suddenly lay back, slumped to the ground like a pool of mud.

No matter how bad your combat literacy is, you won't be able to fall asleep while performing a mission.

"This... the enemy..."

Suddenly thinking of something, the man opened his mouth and was about to make a sound, but the next moment all the sounds stopped in his throat, and a water needle wrapped in the death energy of the undead stopped in front of his throat.

"It seems that our cooperation is very effective."

This "poison needle" that can kill people in an instant was naturally prepared by Donald. He first used the demon power of the Rain Demon King to condense several water needles from a nearby fountain. The original demon contractor of this ability may have It is more skilled to use, after all, she can wave and change all the rain threads within a few meters.

However, Donald has processed it.

Lilo is limited by her current body. As long as Donald does not activate demons, the power she can use is quite limited, but this does not prevent Lilo from manipulating the death energy of the undead, which is highly concentrated negative energy.

For the low-level undead, this kind of energy is a great supplement, and it can be greatly strengthened by absorbing a little, but for humans, it is highly poisonous.

As long as it enters the body, it will die instantly.

The two people under the tree are the best proof, Donald discovered them first with his vision.

The enemy is in the light, and I am in the dark.

With such a useful lethal weapon in his hand, there is no reason to expose it. Donald doesn't even need to deliberately attack the deadly parts of these people. He only needs to open a small mouth to cut off their vitality before they can react.

"Sir, come down from the tree and don't make any noise, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will turn you into an existence exactly like that one."

Donald and Lilo squatted and walked under the tree, looked up at the man on the tree, pointed to the corpse on the other side that had withered into a mummified corpse, and said softly.

"I...do you two need any help?"

What else can I say?

Now he doesn't even dare to put his hands around, he only dares to raise them on both sides as a sign of surrender, for fear of provoking others to be made into specimens.

He looked at the two people in front of him, his faces were clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see them clearly.

"What are you going to do here?"

Holding the needle in front of the other side, Donald asked.

"Ambush people."

"Who ambushing?"

"I don't know, the people above said that someone might invade the manor tonight, let's guard here..."

"Well...why do you suddenly ambush someone?"

Frowning, Donald thought his invasion was sudden and covert enough. How did the Tate family know about it in advance?

"Did you say you can live?"

"Say!"

"I don't know, but Steward Quirrell suddenly called two carriages to remove some debris in the manor, saying that it was going to be changed, and then assigned each of us a place, let us wait for the signal, the signal flashed, and went out to surround and invade. Enter."

"Do you know where Gerald Parker lives?"

"Private chef?"

"right."

"Did you say you can live? Big brother, I still have children waiting for me at home, and there is also an old mother above..."

Men are still entangled with this question, if they can live, who wants to die?

"Don't talk nonsense, why is this method used everywhere... Where does the private chef live?"

"I don't know either, I've never been there, and I haven't heard anyone talk about it."

"The truth?"

"There's half a lie, you're killing me now!"

"Okay, just do as you say."

The water needle entered the throat, and the person fell down with a few dry coughs, and in a few seconds, he was tortured by the death energy of the undead.

"He, tell a lie?"

Lilo turned her head and asked when she saw that Donald had killed people so neatly.

"It's true, but I think he's lying to me."

Without looking back, Donald dragged the corpse on the ground into the bushes beside him.

Before he started, Donald had already checked the surrounding situation. There were only three of them here. Killing these three would mean that the encircling net was broken here.

Do you want to move on?

According to what this person just said and the current situation, this is a trap, and there may be more ambushers in it.

Retreat seems to be the safest way.

"Lilo, we're not going forward, we'll wait here."

Donald is not ready to take risks. Judging from the current situation, there are these people in the outermost circle to contain them, and the inside must be the ambush team of aliens hired by the Tate family.

He has no intention or interest in fighting a fierce battle with someone else on their territory.

He is willing to help Anthony, and even willing to take the risk to find out the news, but let him help at all costs...

To be honest, Donald has always been a person who cherishes his life.

What's more, it's still unknown what's going on inside, and he broke in with his blood full of blood, in case it's not Anthony at all, or Anthony also found this trap and didn't have a plan at all.

This is equivalent to sending him to the door himself.

Therefore, Donald's choice is not to go deep, nor to retreat. Since the opening here has been accidentally opened by him, he will stay here and wait for the signal flare to appear.

If nothing happened, the big deal would be to leave in the early hours of the morning. There was no one behind him to stop him.

Facts have proved that perseverance at certain times always pays off...

**

In the woods near the back garden of Tate Manor, there is a dark shadow like an agile ape galloping and jumping between the woods.

The whites of both eyes glow with yellow light, and the pupil in the middle has a strange red light. Anyone who has studied alien beasts can see at a glance that it is very similar to the eyes of a golden-ringed owl.

The innate ability of this alien beast is extremely strong night vision, and the night is no different from the day in their eyes.

Jumping from one tree to another, his strong arms supported his entire body weight, and his extremely tough hands directly ignored some sharp protrusions on the branches.

He finally stopped in the canopy of a tree, crouching on a cross branch, watching the two carriages in the open space ahead and the people moving in and out of a cellar.

Standing on the canopy of the tree, he could vaguely see the outside of the cellar. The mechanical external structure proved that it was obviously not an ordinary cellar used by ordinary people to store sundries.

"Quelow..."

He saw the butler of the Tate family in the clearing. He was standing aside, directing some people to move a wooden box about the size of a human into the cellar.

The palm pressing on the tree trunk beside it suddenly indented, picked up the camera in his hand and pressed the shutter repeatedly.

Finally found it, and now he just needs to wait for these people to leave and take a few more representative photos, and he will be able to bring the Tate family to ruin and complete ruin!

These years of forbearance made him inevitably a little excited when the opportunity came~lightnovelpub.net~ and fluctuating emotions often affected his thinking ability.

The man next to the cellar finished moving things, had a few words with Quirrell, then got into the carriage and left quickly. Quirrell finally locked the cellar and left.

The process was very smooth, and it seemed that their actions were smooth.

Anthony was not in a hurry. He had waited for several years, and he finally found his target. Waiting for a while was nothing.

This wait is two hours...

It was already midnight, and the surroundings of the cellar were already dark, and only a few insects could be heard.

She slid down the tree trunk, crawled forward, her body was close to the ground, and the grass in the manor provided herself with a natural feeling, and she didn't get up until she got close to the cellar.

Going around to the front, he took out the frost blade from his waist and pointed at the iron lock on the roof of the cellar. It only took a few seconds to turn it into an ice lump, and he turned the blade and dropped the handle against it.

However, when the impact of the outside world fell on the iron lock, the fire suddenly rushed from the iron cover.

Boom~

explode!

Anthony's reaction speed was extremely fast. When he found out that there was a trap on the iron lock, he immediately stepped on the ground and retreated at an extraordinary speed.

The explosion was inevitable, so Anthony lost his balance halfway and rolled on the ground instead.

When he got up, what he saw were the two red flares in the sky!

Suddenly, dozens of searchlights appeared in the woods all over the cellar, illuminating Anthony's side.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is an obvious missing piece in one direction...