Chapter 1433: Fellowship

Is it a special case...

The person in charge narrowed his eyes, thinking in his heart.

Or, reluctantly regard this phenomenon as a talent?

Then, make a conclusion on this?

If you are so arbitrary, wouldn't you feel relaxed?

In the case of a limited amount of information, if we delve deeper, manpower, energy, and time will be allocated a large part.

Then, simply don't need to [delusion] too much, and simplify things from the complicated, so as to save a lot of extra work out of thin air.

It's just that if this is the case, the important information that has become an established fact must be overturned.

There is no reason at all...

Thousands of words of thoughts turned into a puddle of muddy water in the belly, the person in charge had a pleasant smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to lightly pat the shoulder of the soldier in front of him, who might be [extremely talented].

"You are very good."

A sincere compliment made the soldiers suddenly full of strength.

"keep it up."

Immediately afterwards, it ended with an official sentence, and the person in charge handed over the on-site work to his subordinates without delay, and then took the two of them to the office.

After all, the person in charge still cannot regard this [phenomenon] as a special case, which means that a lot of work will be added in the future.

Of course, he can also irresponsibly attribute this matter to accident, so as to reduce the work content that may be wasted in the future.

But he still couldn't bypass the barrier in his heart.

Maybe that's why he's sitting in this seat.

.........

Somewhere in a barren mountain, a black truck was driving on a bumpy mountain road where footprints could still be seen.

The weeds on the side of the road grew too luxuriantly, spreading to the middle of the mountain road, and a large area was crushed by the passing trucks.

In the cab, the middle-aged driver was cursing, his mouth was like a machine gun, and he never stopped cursing from the beginning to the end of the mountain road.

In the passenger seat was a young woman with sunglasses and heavy makeup.

"It's almost here, you should stop the meeting."

The young woman looks at the large rusted iron gate at the end of the mountain road.

The middle-aged driver turned his head to look at the young woman, grinned and said, "Hey, I haven't seen you talk all this way. I thought you might be dumb. Fortunately, you are not, otherwise it would be a pity."

A killing intent suddenly seeped out from the young woman's aura.

The middle-aged driver didn't take it seriously, he said with a smile: "I see you are very easy to get along with, why don't you join me?"

The young woman said angrily, "Get lost."

"Okay."

The middle-aged driver opened the car door upon hearing this, and rolled out unreasonably.

The truck continued to drive forward, and the young woman looked at the middle-aged driver who rolled to the side of the road through the rearview mirror, and after coldly cursing an idiot, she moved to the driver's seat, braked lightly, and let the truck pass slowly The iron gate, and then stopped in front of the air-raid shelter.

The air-raid shelter here has been abandoned for many years, and weeds were overgrown in front of the entrance, but at this time, not even a single grass seed can be seen, obviously it has been cleaned manually.

After parking the truck, the young woman opened the door and jumped to the ground.

Two strong men walked out of the air-raid shelter, and their eyes passed over the spider tattoo on the young woman's neck.

One of the strong men wondered, "Why are you the only one? What about the Xika people?"

"died."

"Huh? What's going on?"

The expressions of the two strong men changed slightly, thinking that something happened on the way, and if the location of the stronghold was exposed, it would not be good news.

"Sister, what does it mean to be dead? Do you understand what it means to be harmed for thousands of years?"

At this time, the middle-aged driver leaned out from the rear of the truck and walked over slowly.

Seeing the safe and sound middle-aged driver, the two strong men felt relieved, looked suspiciously at the young woman, thought of the middle-aged driver's character, and vaguely guessed something.

The young woman casually glanced at the middle-aged driver, cursed secretly, and walked straight into the air-raid shelter.

The middle-aged driver smiled and stared at the twisting buttocks of the woman, and whistled softly.

Immediately, he patted one of the strong men on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll leave the unloading to you."

"learn."

The middle-aged driver nodded and walked towards the air-raid shelter.

After watching the middle-aged driver leave, the two strong men walked to the rear of the truck and quickly opened the door.

Light penetrated into the compartment, revealing mountains of black stones.

"Tsk, what a bumper harvest."

Looking at the number of black stones in the carriage, the strong man's eyes showed greed.

"Move quickly, there are still many things to do later."

The other strong man didn't think so much and started to unload the cargo.

In a room deep in the air-raid shelter, a man in a black suit sat on the sofa, clasped his hands on his lap,

A few meters in front of the man in the suit, stood a burly man with his upper body bare, with a ferocious spider pattern tattooed on his raised abs, which was very eye-catching.

The muscular man closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was filled with thoughts like boiling water, and white smoke oozes from his shoulders.

After a long time, the muscular man slowly opened his eyes, and his boiling thoughts calmed down.

The man in the suit asked, "How do you feel?"

The muscular man looked down at the clenched palms, and grinned: "I can do it."

"oh?"

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows, showed a faint smile, and said with satisfaction: "Very well, so it seems that if you want to 'upgrade' to the second stage with the Black Stone, will is also one of the indispensable prerequisites."

"Yes, will is more important than physique." The muscular man nodded heavily, and said in a deep voice, "If we could try it out earlier, we wouldn't have to lose so many brothers."

The man in the suit smiled and didn't say anything. He just picked up the can of beer on the table and threw it at the muscular man.

In his opinion, those who failed to make it through were trash who were not worthy of high-level power.

Therefore, if you die, you will die, and there is nothing to regret.

The muscular man took the beer, poked a big hole with his thumb, and poured it up.

After drinking, the muscular man squeezed the empty can into a cake shape, looked at the man in the suit, and said calmly, "Aren't the recent 'capture operations' too frequent?"

"What? Are you afraid?"

"A little bit, but it's more worry than fear."

"hehe……"

The man in the suit laughed lowly, his eyes sparkled, and he said lightly: "There is no need to be afraid, and there is no need to worry. How can the so-called Disaster Department and the Transit Bureau have time to take care of us now?"

"I hope so."

The muscular man walked to the sofa, bent down and picked up another can of beer.

The man in the suit looked at the beer cans lined up on the table, and suddenly said, "Last night, I received a call from Wright."

"Wright? The one from Nosla's gang?" the muscular man stared.

"Well, I'm here to discuss a deal, and it's probably because of his precious daughter's divination ability that he somehow got wind of it."

"trade?"

The muscular man said disdainfully: "Just relying on a mere Nosra gang, what qualifications do you have to negotiate a deal with us?"

The man in the suit shook his head, raised his eyes slightly, focused on the spider tattoo on the muscular man's abdominal muscles, and said seriously: "Is his daughter called Nion? Besides, that divination ability is quite reliable." , moreover..."

The man in the suit stretched out his palm, covered it with a can of beer, and slowly exerted force, only to see that the beer slowly sank as if in a quagmire, and within a few breaths, it completely "sinked" into the table.

"Don't forget, the people standing here are all fellow-men..."

The muscular man couldn't help but fall silent.

Indeed, as the man in the suit said, the initial incentive to create the new Phantom Troupe lies in the fanatics who highly admire the style of the Phantom Troupe.

And those people, without exception, are all members of the underworld.

Today, the world is in chaos, and it happens to be the time for them to show their talents.

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