After strolling for a long time to find a suitable target, No. 13 suddenly touched Talta and whispered: "This is OK."

Talta turned around and saw a man of similar size as him, wearing a white robe, a red and white plaid turban, and a badge on his chest. He walked leisurely and leisurely in the airport hall.

"This is indeed possible, what position? Is it from an airport or an airline?"

"The airport staff, passenger service department, are not clear about the position."

Talta followed the person behind him and whispered: "I have been paying attention to the person wearing uniforms, why is this not wearing a uniform?"

"It's obvious that this is a local, he doesn't have to wear a uniform."

After the two followed the target for a few steps, Talta rubbed his hands and whispered: "Go and fuck 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. Walking rashly would attract attention, so Talta decided to just start.

Tarta flashed 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."

Talta was stunned, then said with anger: "What kind of surveillance is everywhere in this damn era? Monitoring! It's not convenient to use it, it's better."

No. 13 smiled and said, "This is the progress of the times. Okay, there is no monitoring in the toilet. Just take him to the toilet and you can do it."

Talta looked around and whispered, "Okay, take him into the toilet, are you going or me?"

"I'll go."

It seems like an easy task to bring someone who doesn't want to go to the toilet, but neither of them thinks about this floor. No. 13 went straight to the person in the robe.

He walked straight to the side of the man in a long robe, and then No. 13 looked anxious and said in English: "I'm sorry, do you know where there is a toilet that can be used? Toilet! Toilet!"

The man in a robe had a beard full of beard, and he couldn't tell how big he was. He turned his head and looked at No. 13 with expressionless face, then reached out and pointed to the sign in front of him, and slowly said in Arabic: "Look at the sign."

No. 13 covered his crotch and twisted his legs with pain expression. He pointed to the sign and said in English: "Do you understand that toilet stops using it? Can you speak English? The toilet cannot be used. Oh, damn, how should I say it is damaged? No, can it be used!"

After looking at No. 13 again, the man in a robe spread his hands, pointed to the English-American bilingual sign, and said in Arabic: "Follow the sign."

No longer taking care of No. 13, the man in the robe continued to walk forward, No. 13 stayed in place. At this time, Talta arrived at No. 13 and laughed in a low voice: "You failed, haha, the service here is really bad!"

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

No. 13 looked up at the sign, then whispered: "There are many toilets, we have one behind and in front. According to the direction he walks, he will pass by a toilet soon."

After saying that, No. 13 twisted his legs, made a look of urgency, and whispered: "Wait, it'll be fine soon."

Talta looked at No. 13 and said curiously: "What are you using? How do you put on makeup? Your expression is very vivid and rich. Do you have any new props?"

No. 13 whispered: "It's just silicone, it only needs to be used in a few key parts, so most of this face is my own, and of course the expression is not too rigid. OK, it's almost done."

No. 13 walked over quickly, made a look of urgency. When he hurriedly passed by a man in a long robe, he glanced at the man with dissatisfaction, then walked towards the toilet door. Then No. 13 stood at the toilet door, stretched out his middle finger invisibly, and said to the man staring at him: "Fak Oil! Do you understand? You rude idiot!"

After scolding the man, No. 13 quickly bent down and rushed into the toilet, while the man was furious and shouted to follow into the toilet.

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

Seeing No. 13 standing in the toilet and looking at him with cold eyes, the bearded man was stunned for a moment, and then he subconsciously took a step back and happened to stand in front of Talta who was following in.

Talta reached out and strangled the man's neck, covered his mouth with one hand, and then chuckled in a low voice: "Hello."

No. 13 reached out and shook his neck.

Talta smiled, and with a slight click, the head of the person who was strangled by him drooped.

Talta exhaled a long sigh and said to No. 13: "If your boss is here, he will definitely not agree to kill an innocent person."

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

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

Talta and No. 13 have no basic moral concepts. They will not respect life if they kill people. It is never difficult for them to kill someone than to kill a chick, so they will never use a more humane technique of knocking people out.

Talta changed into his clothes, then he looked at the dead man who had been slumped on the toilet and frowned: "Beard, I think he should have a beard."

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

Talta took the blade and smiled and said, "It's so good."

After taking the blade, Talta began to carefully cut off the skin on the innocent man's face. His technique was very, very gentle, as if he was shaving, but it was shaved with his skin.

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

"Yes, very few, save some use, just stick to the key points."

Talta tsk his mouth and laughed: "It seems that you have done a lot of things like this. Are you really a bad guy, or should I praise you for being really a bad guy?"

No. 13 said coldly: "Each of each other."

Talta stretched out his hand without blood, smiled at No. 13 and said, "I am so happy to know you, and I am very happy with your fortifications. Satan has you, and I don't think the days in the future will be too boring."
Chapter completed!