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Chapter 363: Hot Murderous Intent

The situation in the room surprised Shen Bei.

In his expectation, Babatu should be waiting here strictly.

He is surrounded by a large number of ferocious guards and people with special abilities.

This fits the atmosphere of a war.

result……

It looked like Babatu was holding a birthday party for himself.

Shen Bei was almost unable to do anything.

There was blood flowing like a river outside, but these executives of the shelter were actually drinking and chatting happily.

how……

Is this a contempt for not being able to get in?

Shen Bei took a deep breath and stepped over with an expressionless face.

As Shen Bei took a step forward, the venue suddenly became quiet.

The crowd looked directly at Shen Bei.

There was something indescribable in that look.

This made Shen Bei feel strangely as if he had become the focus of everyone's attention, like a kettle on a solar stove, and he was about to be burned by those people's gazes.

But Shen Bei could see that this group of people were pretending to be calm at Babatu's request.

Fear cannot be hidden.

Shen Bei felt as relaxed as if he had returned home. Every time he took a step closer to Babatu, the crowd would automatically disperse and make way for him.

"Old friend, you didn't even tell me it was your birthday. I came here in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts."

Shen Bei came to Babatu's table, pulled a chair, and sat down leisurely. He put his legs on the table, slightly raised the chair legs, held his head high, and continued, "I hope you don't mind."

Babatu threw away a cleanly gnawed beef leg, raised his head, and said in a voice filled with cold authority: "Your gift has been delivered."

Shen Bei looked down at his armor: "Is this it?"

"Your arrival is a gift." Babatu narrowed his eyes. "You are very interesting. Much more interesting than my men who have only rocks in their heads."

Babatu knocked his head.

"Sanmu, huh?" Shen Bei crossed his arms over his chest. "I think this guy is on par with me, except for his bad luck."

"How did he die?"

Babatu asked as he sipped the wine from a small cup.

Shen Bei tilted his head: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor."

Babatu then turned to look at Dr. Batu behind Shen Bei. His pupils moved slightly and his face suddenly darkened.

Babatu could tell what Dr. Batu was at a glance.

The living dead!

"I'm really surprised that you're hanging out with the Northern Winter."

Babatu stood straight, held his position high, and said in a steady voice, "What's puzzling is, isn't this thing only active in the G01 area? How did it get out?"

"There's no need to explain this to you." Shen Bei spread his hands: "In fact, there's no need to explain many things to you, because there's no need."

Babatu laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the silent hall: "Why don't you say that the dead don't deserve to know?"

"From a rigorous perspective, whether it's me who dies or you who dies is an unknown answer."

Shen Bei put down his legs, stood up, and leaned on the table with his hands. He leaned forward in an extremely aggressive manner, looking down at Babatu with a sincere look on his face. He continued, "If I lose to you, I will definitely tell you why the living dead left the G01 area."

Dr. Batu on the side turned his head and looked at Shen Bei, his electronic eyes flashing.

In the cold winter of the northern border, the intelligent computer code is rolling violently.

After hearing this, Dr. Batu always felt that Shen Bei had bad intentions.

What do you mean if you lose, my secret will be revealed?

Can you still have some professional ethics?

etc--

Dr. Batu's code calculated a possibility. Is this Shen Bei warning himself that if something happens to him, the cold winter in the north will be revealed to the world?

Dr. Batu really wanted to slap Shen Bei in the face. He was so damn mean!

It is in urgent need of SP code now. It lacks the cunningness of humans and really cannot beat Shen Bei!

Babatu paused for five or six seconds, then asked, "I don't care about the living dead. I just want to know why you came here with such fanfare."

"So, you don't know why you died, right?" Shen Bei asked back.

"Is there such a deep hatred between us?" Babatu's eyes were filled with inexplicable heat and impulse: "Momosang died at your hands, but I didn't bother you. Chi Yunlie was killed by you, but I didn't bother you either."

"The last time I sent a team to Shelter No. 36, we also didn't encounter any obstruction from you. There was no conflict with you either."

"So, your appearance here is You Wuchang's order, right?"

Shen Bei couldn't suppress the sneer on his lips: "You still don't know why I came here. How sad."

The voice just fell.

A man who looked like a high-ranking official pointed at Shen Bei's nose and yelled, "Who do you think you are? Speak politely! Explain the reason clearly! Don't be so presumptuous!"

Bang~~

Shen Bei raised and lowered his arm, then placed the revolver on the table. He grabbed a piece of dried fruit and chewed it. "Is this an almond? It's a bit bitter, and it doesn't nourish the brain."

thump……

The headless body of the man who interrupted fell to the ground.

The blood flowed in an orderly manner along the cracks in the stone slabs, like bloody graffiti on the ground.

This shot immediately frightened everyone in the hall and made them scream in panic.

Some people ran out of the door, while others hid in the corner like ostriches with their heads buried in the ground.

Babatu pulled the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be hatred in his eyes, but if you look closely, there is a hint of sharpness.

He felt as if he had swallowed a fly in his throat, and felt a little nauseous, but he still asked unwillingly, "I don't think you are a person who values ​​words."

"Well, I'll let you die knowingly."

Shen Bei tapped the revolver.

An arm first stretched out from the small gun body.

Like a pregnant pistol giving birth by Caesarian section, followed by another arm reaching out.

Babatu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it.

In the blink of an eye.

Little K was "born" from the pistol.

Shen Bei's tone was somewhat sad, as if he was expressing regret, hatred, and venting his anger: "Look at what you've done! You can just rob people, why kill people!"

Babatu's face darkened immediately, and then he understood.

This young child should be Shen Bei's relative.

But it’s definitely not a son, the two ages don’t match.

But Babatu dismissed it nonchalantly: "Isn't it normal for people to die?"

Shen Bei pursed his thin lips into a creepy smile: "Yeah, isn't it normal for people to die? Then why are you asking so many questions?"

"I just didn't expect you to be so narrow-minded."

Babatu continued in a low voice, filled with pity and comfort, "Being too vengeful is not a good character trait; it can even be a fatal weakness."

Facing the implicit threat in Babatu's words, Shen Bei simply leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "I have been challenging my weak spot."

Babatu could only force out a curse filled with resentment from behind his teeth: "You are so young and still so arrogant. You will never achieve anything great. I will give you a chance. Now, turn around and leave. I will forgive you for everything you have done."

"This is your last chance. If it weren't for my birthday today, you wouldn't get my forgiveness."

After a long while, Shen Bei stood up slowly, his face still showing the same arrogant and indifferent expression as when he first arrived:

"That's perfect. One year from now, we can celebrate both your birthday and death anniversary together!"