Super Trick or Treat System

Mars humbly said: "What we regret most is that we should put the unfortunate thing at our door." "Come down. I don't know anything about it, but I'm sure no one among us has committed this crime. You can make any request and buy gems again. If one of us is guilty, he will be punished."

So far, the Martian behaves in accordance with his racial habits and relationship with people on Earth. But it seems that he is almost out of date. The Martians almost yearned for them to enter the cave.

But it was ridiculous, he told himself. He can't find anything here. The Martian just wanted to avoid trouble.

However, when the earthlings descended into the dark depths of the cave, their hands tilted towards their spears. The narrow shaft was the same as the shaft he had entered earlier, sure.

Several Martians were sitting on the wall of the room they came to. The dim light comes from the phosphorescent gemstones embedded in the walls. Although carelessness seems to be a permanent guise for the Martians, Rohr still cannot define this tension. Not their stick-like limbs, nor their dull eyes. But it was the air that Rohr was breathing, and he couldn't help but look around.

After a while, the guide returned to an alley from where he was missing. "Tumar is here," he announced.

The Martian who provided Rohrwater now appeared and investigated it. Roll repeated the story of the theft.

Tomar said sadly: "This is indeed a painful thing." "Entering the House of Commons, we will see all the people present that day."

The short man hesitated. "Aren't these?"

Shrugged. His career has been carried out at work, and identification is a key factor, but he is still unable to determine whether the Martians sitting in the room belong to the group he was with during the visit.

Tomar turned around and came to the passage he was passing through. And followed closely.

There were countless twists and turns around the passage until their sense of direction was hopelessly gone, but they continued. Roll believed that at least when Tumar finally stopped before closing the door, they must have fallen five or six hundred feet.

"Here," he instructed.

He hesitated, then walked in when the door was thrown open.

When the scene in the room crystallized on the retinas of the two Earthlings, they slammed the door and locked it with bolts. He declared in a crisp and hoarse voice: "The earthlings are here, Master."

Roll and Xiaodi don't need other invitations to become their flame guns. Even though their arms were whipped, the dry limbs of Mars' arms clamped their hands. The short man's gun turned away from the sight without moving, burned a hole in his face, and threw sparks from his shoulder into the face of the Martian in the room.

Then, his gun bounced, still hesitating, because the man in the whole room turned to him from the table. That was the giant Sable, the father of Mariana Alena.

When he jumped behind the protective frame and lifted the gun, a malicious Martian growled from his mouth. Then, from the doorways on both sides, a string of Martians flowed into the room like a pile of dry sticks on a wave. But they were like Lola the Martian had never seen before. With guns in their hands, they sprayed flames at the people on earth.

"Here!" Rohr shouted to Shorty. He jumped over an open door beside him and walked into a storage room lined with shelves of chemicals and electrical equipment.

They couldn't see the enemy for a moment, they had time to catch their breath and glanced at the surrounding environment. This place looks like some biological or chemical laboratory. They pointed out that Seibers was wearing sterile clothes, as if undergoing an autopsy or surgery. And he seems to be fully responsible, because the Martians call him their master, and quickly obey him.

And stand on each side of the door. When the Martians tried to burn them in vain, the Earthlings killed them and appeared in sight. They are currently safe enough, but they do not have enough time or ammunition to kill all Martians who might attack. This is only a temporary deadlock.

On one side, there is a small window, which is obviously used to transfer materials from the storage room to the laboratory. But it is at right angles to the door, and the main part of the laboratory is not paid attention to. Roll avoided keeping in line with the window, but he glanced at it, hoping to find a way to escape.

Next to the window is a polished wooden cabinet in which the light of the room reflects. The cabinet door is ajar, moving slowly with the movement of the indoor air. Roll looked at it lazily, and he saw the twisted reflections of the laboratory on the polished surface.

Suddenly, on the reflecting surface, he saw Cerbers leaving the hiding place cautiously and warning the Martian guard. Then he returned to his work desk. The revolving door reflected the away vision, but at that moment, he saw something that made him feel cold.

On the desk where Sebers works lies a static form. The human body is covered with golden hair, which has never been seen before. Except once

Alana

He hopes the door can be turned back. However, as if confirming his identity, a deep sound of fear suddenly shot out in the room. That was Alena's voice. Roll knew he would never misunderstand.

He whispered hoarsely to the short man. "They already have, the great ape is doing something to her. We must hurry up with them."

"We can't. They cut us off before we walked out the door."

"We can't let him maimed her. I want to go out. Do you want to come?"

"Don't be silly!" the short man pleaded. "We must use our brains. It is not good for you to die for Alanya."

"Yes, you are right." Rohr admitted. "What I saw just now attracted me, but-if that window only faces -"

"We can burn a hole in the wall. This may be our best choice. You can nail him to the back-as long as the Martian doesn't pierce the spear and explode the hand at the moment of passing through it. ."

"Yes, that won't work."

Alena's scream came again, she yelled: ",—"

The sound accelerated his pulse to a maddening pace. So she learned that he was there. The polished door swings slowly in the air again. Inspiration caught. Once he saw a criminal with a flame spear performing an incredible feat. If it can be done now,

It was dangerous, but he moved to the window decisively. This is the only way to preserve, but it reflects from the wooden door panel.

He minimized the charge of the spear. It is certain to burn wood, but it may reflect enough burning energy. One of the unique features of the flame spray gun beam is that it can be reflected from a wooden surface at a low angle of incidence.

The door panel slowly turns the image into a line of sight. He raised his spear. But the image on the surface is so distorted that the image of Alanya merges with the image of her father. If the warped goalkeeper moves the deadly energy away from the target Alanya for a time, it will get a completely reflected explosion sound instead of a hurbers sound.

Roll waited. The door opened, then stopped. The distance is far from enough, but now it is moving in the wrong direction. In another instant, it was too late.

Rohr stuck himself on the wall to get the best reflection angle. The image sways and flows on uneven surfaces, but there is no time to wait for a better reflection.

He pressed the trigger.

A raging fire rushed toward the door, and a crimson flame burst out at the door. The remaining charred wood refused to tell him whether the shooting was successful.

There is no sound in the laboratory to tell you whether the shot hit or missed or the wrong target was found. There was only a sudden huge silence.

In that silence, Rohr suddenly jumped out. He couldn't bear the time of waiting in ambush. He fell into the disaster scene for his enemies. Shortly after, Shorty rushed out with his spear.

But the Martians are too stupid to fight back. They seem to have lost all their nerves, some even dropped their guns on the ground. They all face the table where disaster strikes.

Rohr immediately saw that his bold shooting was successful. Cerbers crossed Alanya, and now he slowly fell to the floor. The flame reflected by the spray gun was not enough to burn him, but enveloped him in terrible expendable flames. His death was not beautiful, he died because of his daughter's restraint.

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