In the square outside the Essenhall Hotel, shining neon lights shine on the fountain, and the colorful splashes are gorgeous.

Tracy's brown hair, like a waterfall, was extremely messy. She held one hand on the lamppost on the roadside, and the buttons on her chest had already been stretched out, revealing the purple lace-edged underwear.

She covered her stuffy chest and started vomiting directly. Because she was too busy with work and didn't eat supper, all she vomited was a pool of water and stomach acid.

"I... I actually survived."

Tracy was sweating all over, wet her shirt and became translucent. She felt like she had survived the disaster. She still felt like she was a dream about what had just happened, which was extremely unreal. Rhode drove the road in the opposite direction, and almost got into a car accident several times. What was incredible is that Rhode actually learned to drive within a few minutes. Although it took him half an hour to get here, he just took a long way because he was not familiar with the road.

"How did you do it?"

Tracy became curious about these people who claimed to be the strategic bureau of space-time. These guys were even more powerful than mutants. If they all came from outer space, these people would have constant internal conflicts with each other, as if they were not from the same planet. What kind of existence does the strategic bureau of space-time... have they existed.

"What are you referring to?"

Rhodes was a little tired of the ordinary body of a mortal. Just a little stimulation would almost make his mind close to collapse.

"No one can learn how to drive in such a short time." Tracy's tone was extremely surprised. She had never seen anyone learn so quickly.

A trace of contempt flashed in Rhode's eyes and he spat on the ground. This was not for other reasons, because Rhode used to be the captain of a civil aviation aircraft, driving this broken thing was like playing with a remote control car.

Rhodes avoided Tracy's question directly and said in a commanding tone: "Take me to my room, don't be too slow."

"At least let me take a rest and drink a sip of water? I was so scared."

"If you slow down, I will kill you."

"Are you a demon?"

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Twenty minutes later, outside the door of Room 1408 of Essenhall Hotel, this is Rhode's new residence.

"I said before that the rental period of the room will be extended until the end of the war. You can collect the door card. There is one million in your savings card. It's enough for you to spend. It's just right for you to learn how to drive. This is the car key. You have to click carefully. This is the company's property. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

With gorgeously decorated corridors and unknown oil paintings on both sides of the walls, Tracy was in a great mood and could finally get rid of Rhodes, a lunatic.

"Who is his partner who I killed today? If the body is still well preserved, I will be sent to me immediately. It is a corpse, not a file or something. Don't make a mistake."

Rhode said without emotion that the man died, and his partner would also die suddenly. The body he picked up was useless. Anyway, it would be useless for others to hold it, so it would be better to hand it over to himself.

Tracy blinked her eyes, revealing her confused look, and asked in confusion: "Hey? What are you talking about? You didn't kill anyone. Haven't you been staying in the office this afternoon?"

Kakka...

Rhode's forehead was exposed, his knuckles were pinched and his angered, Rhode grabbed Tracy's neckline and said threateningly: "Are you playing tricks on me?"

Tracy swallowed her throat, her face turned pale in fear, and replied, "I...I'm just telling the truth."

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Rhode let out a gloomy laugh, like a rodent grinding his teeth, which was extremely unpleasant.

Rhode's sharp nails slowly slid across Tracy's neck, just as Rhode was about to kill Tracy.

[The death of the contestant is considered to be eliminated and the competition is screened out, because the Infinite Road is the most advanced confidential file. When eliminating, the relevant data of the contestant in all universes will be cleared. The organizer and the winner have the right to save data.]

After seeing the information flashed by the projection ring, Rhode put down his hand that was about to cut Trish's throat. So that's how it is, is it clearing out all traces of this person's existence? It's amazing power, it's death in the true sense, and perhaps it's more accurate to describe it as erasure and disappearance.

"Trisey."

"Um?"

"If I violate you now, it is a crime of rape, and then I commit suicide again, you will forget about my violation of you. This is... a perfect crime."

Tracy was almost scared to death, and had no idea what Rhodes meant, so she had to ask pitifully: "You... are you kidding? Haha... like that cannibal joke."

Rod frowned and said seriously: "No, of course not, come into the room, I have important things to leave to you."

At this moment, Tracy felt that her life had been ruined and she fell into despair. She looked at Rhodes carefully. Although she was a perverted lunatic, she was actually quite handsome. Even if it was a shadow of life, her area would be much smaller. She should be able to cheer up and face life again.

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Forty minutes later.

Tracy was doing the coolies of the decoration workers in Rhode's room.

"Every gap is covered with tape, and it should be opaque. The windows are also nailed with wooden boards. Don't let light come in. It's not possible at all. If you can't do it well, you will be killed."

Rhodes sat on the chair like this, supervising Tracy doing these miscellaneous work.

Only in darkness, in total darkness, can Rhode feel silence and integrity, and can Rhode feel the graceful sound in his brain. No matter any beautiful thing in this world, such as blooming flowers, winged butterflies, the blue sea, the vast starry sky, and love, these lowly and despicable things are completely inferior to the sound in Rhode's brain. This sound is the meaning of Rhode's existence.

After nearly an hour of busy work, Tracy finally finished her work. Her whole body was wet with sweat, her underwear was stuck to her skin, which was extremely uncomfortable, and her nose was covered with dust. She could not see the elite appearance of the mutant's countermeasures.

Tracy struggled to understand Rhode's perverted hobbies and quirks. He didn't enjoy the great scenery outside the window, so he insisted on sealing it up. He just hoped that the hotel would not cause trouble at that time.

"I can't do it anymore. Can you buy me a bottle of water? I'm almost thirsty."

After saying that, Tracy fell to the sofa and never thought about it again. Ah... the soft touch made me die here.

When Rod heard this, he took out his savings card and threw it to Trish, saying, "You're doing a good job, go buy water and drink it. By the way, bring me a pack of cigarettes. I just want to be flue-cured tobacco, not mixing. If I find it's a mixing type, you're dead."

"I can't do it anymore, just call the room service."

So Rhode threw Tracy out of the room and slammed the door.

When Rhodes saw the decoration style of the room, he was quite satisfied. Whether it was the gorgeous plaster decorative lines or the retro-style furniture, there was a French palace aristocratic style, and it also included an indoor swimming pool.

Rhodes was in a good mood and waited for Tracy to buy cigarettes and then followed the sound of brain fluid flowing.

Bang bang...

Someone gently buckled the door twice, which was very polite.

Rhode frowned, thinking it was Tracy.

Rhode opened the door with some displeasure, but unexpectedly the visitor was a man wearing a baseball cap. The brim of the hat was pressed very low and he didn't want others to see his face. He was pushing the dining cart in his hand, which should be room service.

"Get out, you made the room wrong."

Rhodes wanted to close the door.

The man in the hat looked at the order in his hand, confirmed the house number, and said, "Sir, I am absolutely not wrong. This is the room service you call for."

The man in the hat slowly uncovered the curtain of the dining car, revealing ten neat submachine guns. The trigger of the gun was hooked by iron wire. As the curtain was lifted, the mechanism also activated it, and a rain of bullets broke out.

Dada dada dada...
Chapter completed!