Chapter 489 Progress Derivation

"You are too slow!" The voice of cold banter was full of contempt and banter, which seemed to directly echo in the minds of the agents of the Baroque Studio: "How long are you going to walk in such a sand gallery?"

"Who are you?" A secret agent of the baroque studio suddenly raised his gun and aimed at him. The terror on the other side made his hair stand up.

"The ninth apostle, Enilu!"

With a brief self introduction, a bunch of dark thunder melted the barrel of the gun and shot straight through the other's chest. The latter's chest showed a hole the size of a bowl mouth, and the smell of burnt smoke floated out, with the body facing back