"F*ck! Why Is it me again!" Morse glanced at the sledgehammer that Paulette had used just now and thought about the requirements of the mission. He could not help but feel a pain in his foot.
"Barzel, your mission is very simple. Just go to the other door and pick up a mirror. I just helped you. You won't refuse to help me with this small favor, right?" Morse looked at Barzel coldly.
Barzel frowned, walked to the other door, and pushed it open. He snorted and said, "My mission looks simpler than yours, but look at how dark it is outside. Who knows if there will be another trap?"
"What kind of trap can there be? Don't scare yourself. At worst, you can bring another knife! Don't worry, if I go on a mission with you next time, I will definitely go!" Morse patted his chest.
"This seems to be the house we rented?!"