Chapter 2027 2 Bad Guys

After wandering for a long time to find a suitable target, No. 13 suddenly touched Tartar and whispered: "This is okay. ([八?＜＜〈＜一中文＜〈网 ]])}})"

Tarta turned around and saw a man about the same size as him, wearing a white robe, a red and white plaid headscarf, and a badge on his chest, walking leisurely and leisurely in the airport hall.

"That's true. What's your position? Are you from the airport or the airline?"

"Airport personnel, passenger service department, job title unclear."

Tarta followed the man. As he followed, he whispered: "I have been paying attention to people in uniforms. Why is this one not in uniform?"

"Obviously this is a local, he doesn't have to wear a uniform."

After the two of them followed the target for a few steps, Tarta rubbed his hands and whispered: "Go get him, wait for me."

It was already late at night, and the passenger flow at Fahd Airport was not very large, so there were very few passengers and staff. Following someone rashly would attract attention, so Tarta decided to just do it.

Tarta dodged and was about to go up. At this time, No. 13 pulled Tarta and whispered: "There are cameras everywhere, what do you want to do?"

Tarta was startled, and then said with an angry look on his face: "In this damn era, there are surveillance everywhere, surveillance! It's inconvenient to use your hands, so it's better than before."

No. 13 smiled and said: "This is the progress of the times. Well, there is no surveillance in the toilet. Just get him to the toilet and you can start."

Tarta looked around and whispered: "Okay, take him to the toilet, you go or should I?"

"I'll go."

It seemed that it was not an easy task to take a person who didn't want to go to the toilet into the toilet, but neither of them considered this aspect, and No. 13 went directly towards the man in the robe.

Walking straight to the side of the man in the robe, No. 13 looked urgent and said in English: "I'm sorry, do you know where there is a working toilet? Toilet! Toilet!"

The man in the robe had a beard all over his face. It was hard to tell how big it was. He turned his head and glanced at No. 13 expressionlessly, then pointed at the sign in front of him and said slowly in Arabic: " Look at the signs.”

No. 13 covered his crotch;

After twisting his legs with a painful expression, he pointed to the sign and said in English: "That toilet is out of use, do you understand? Can you speak English? The toilet cannot be used, oh, damn, how should I say damaged?" It can’t be used!”

After giving No. 13 another cold look, the man in the robe spread his hands, pointed to the English-Arabic sign again, and said in Arabic: "Follow the sign."

No longer taking care of No. 13, the man in the robe continued to move forward. No. 13 stayed where he was. At this time, Tarta came to No. 13 and laughed in a low voice: "You failed, haha, here The service is really bad!”

No. 13 said coldly: "No, it hasn't failed yet, because I don't expect him to take me to a toilet that is not prohibited, let alone the toilet here is not prohibited."

No. 13 looked up at the sign, and then whispered: "There are many toilets, both behind us and in front of us. According to the direction he is walking, he will pass by a toilet very quickly."

After finishing speaking, No. 13 twisted his legs, made an expression of urgency, and whispered: "Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

Tarta looked at No. 13 and asked curiously: "What did you use? How did you put on the makeup? Your expressions are very vivid and rich. Do you have any new props?"

No. 13 whispered: "It's just silicone. It only needs to be used on a few key parts. So most of this face is mine. Of course, the expression will not be too rigid. Okay, that's almost it."

No. 13 walked over quickly, making an expression like he was in a hurry to urinate. When he hurriedly passed by a man in a robe, he looked at the man with dissatisfaction, then walked to the door of the toilet, and then No. 13 stood at the door of the toilet, secretly extended his middle finger, and said to the man who was staring at him: "Fake oil! Do you understand? You rude idiot!"

After scolding the man, No. 13 quickly bent down and rushed into the toilet, but the man was furious and followed him into the toilet yelling.

"Come out, you bastard, I want..."

Seeing No. 13 standing in the toilet, looking at him with cold eyes, the bearded man was stunned for a moment, and then he subconsciously took a step back and stood right in front of Tarta who followed.

Tarta reached out and strangled the man's neck, covered his mouth with one hand, and then laughed softly: "Hello."

No. 13 stretched out his hand and shook it around his neck.

Tarta smiled, exerted force with his hands, and after a soft click, the head of the person he was strangling fell down.

Tarta took a long breath and said to No. 13: "If your leader were here, he would definitely not agree to kill an innocent person."

No. 13 said expressionlessly: "I'm not him."

There is no doubt that Tarta and No. 13 are killing innocent people indiscriminately, sacrificing the life of a stranger at will to achieve their own goals, but the question is, who can restrain them?

Tarta and No. 13 do not have any basic moral concepts, and they have no respect for life because they kill people like crazy. For them, killing someone is no more difficult than squeezing a chicken to death. So they will never use the more humane method of knocking people out.

Tarta changed his clothes, then he looked at the dead man slumped on the toilet, and suddenly frowned and said: "Beard, I think there should be a beard."

No. 13 reached out and took out a small blade, and whispered: "How is your technique?"

Tarta took the blade and said with a smile: "Very good."

After taking the blade, Tarta began to carefully cut off the skin on the innocent man's face. His technique was very, very gentle, just like shaving someone's beard, but he was shaving off the person's skin together.

A small amount of blood flowed out. After taking off a complete beard, Tarta said to No. 13: "Is there any glue?"

"Yes, very little. Just use it sparingly and stick it on key points."

Tarta clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "It seems that you have done this kind of thing a lot. You are really a bad guy. Or should I praise you for being a bad guy?"

No. 13 said coldly: "To each other."

Tarta stretched out his hand that was not stained with blood at all and smiled at No. 13: "I'm really happy to meet you. It's been a pleasure working with you. Satan has you. I think the days to come won't be too boring." of."

No. 13 reached out and shook Talta's hand, and whispered: "Don't mention this to him, if you don't want to be nagged by him every time before taking action." (To be continued.)