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"I have a sword, don't come here, I know it's in your favor! But if you fight hard, you may not be safe!" the strong soldier yelled.

"One step, two steps, we're in range."

Fitz calculated accurately, pulled the trigger, and a stream of electricity shot straight towards the strong soldier. The strong soldier had already surged with adrenaline due to fear, and adrenaline determines the reaction ability of ordinary people. The soldier rolled to the left to avoid the electric shock. Then he rushed towards Fitz.

"Go to hell!" The soldier raised his sword and slashed at Fitz. He actually used a dexterous and sharp sword in a knife move.

This was obviously not a good move. The opening and closing was too large. Fitz lowered his body and ducked to the right, avoiding the slash, and then pulled the trigger again.

The soldier instinctively raised his sword to block, but the sword could not block the current. Suddenly his eyes rolled and his whole body twitched violently and fell to the ground.

"Finally we found the person who took the blame," Simmons said.

"Is this really good?" Fitz frowned.

"That's the only way." Simmons said as he looked at the unconscious soldier on the ground.

"That sword," Fitz said.

"Yeah." Simmons took two steps forward and picked up Hayabusa's killing sword, "I'm going to do it."

"Wait, don't do it, it's my turn." Fitz said.

"We've found a scapegoat, and it doesn't matter who does it," Simmons said.

"But it's more appropriate for me to do it."

Fitz looked at Simmons. He didn't want blood on the hands of the girl in front of him, and he was willing to leave the murder to himself.

"No, I'll do it."

After Simmons finished speaking, she took a step forward and inserted a sword into Hayabusa's left chest. She knew that was the heart.

There was no response, Simmons nodded, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She understood that Hayabusa died in his sleep, and he died unknowingly, even with a scream.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly. It was not fear, but excitement. Her heart was full of n, which was the n of revenge. She was originally lured to Yan Luo by this man named Hayabusa and became Yan Luo's subordinate.

Without this person, maybe she would still be living a happy life today, free and unrestrained, without having to look at other people's faces.

Thinking of this, a hint of anger arose in her excitement. The corners of her mouth twisted and her eyes widened even further.

"Simmons," Fitz called.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Simmons looked at Fitz, and Fitz's voice pulled her out of the state of naughtiness and anger.

"We have to do this, right?" Fitz said.

"Of course," Simmons said, "we have to do it because only in this way do we have a chance to get out of here. This is a small step toward success."

"What should I do with this person?" Fitz looked at the stunned soldier.

"The scapegoat sometimes says things that make people believe it. Killing him is the best plan." Simmons said, pulling out the killing sword from Falcon Dragon's left chest and handing it to Fitz. .

"Kill him? Then how can we put the blame on him?" Fitz asked, "Does it mean that he and Hayabusa died together? But if they are both lying here, I think Yan Luo's first reaction after seeing it must be that they met together. Attacked."

"No, they didn't die together. We killed this guy and made him disappear, making Yan Luo think he had escaped." Simmons said, "It looks more believable to kill Hayabusa and then escape, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but" Fitz wanted to say something else.

"But what?" Simmons asked.

"We have sacrificed two lives." Fitz said.

"They are all Yan Luo's men. Those who serve villains are also villains. You don't need to feel guilty, Fitz." Simmons looked at Fitz and said.

"I, okay, I understand." Fitz said, "But how do you make him disappear?"

"We cut him into pieces and threw him away in the trash so that he just disappeared and was hidden from everyone," Simmons said.

What a cruel idea is this to cut a person into pieces? Fitz looked at Simmons. The girl in front of him made him increasingly confused.