Chapter 227

Luo followed bisji for nearly a year, while buhara followed Da baboon for more than a year. Both of them improved greatly in their mental ability and physical strength.

After buhala finished the training plan designed by Da baboon for him, he couldn't wait to call Luo and ask about the meeting time and place.

Bukhara sits in front of a bonfire in the mountains and forests of the south of eurubian, happily hangs up the phone, and there are a lot of animal bones lying around him.

There are many black technologies in Hunter's world, such as mobile phones. Some brands have precise GPS positioning functions, and come with more than 200 language translation software. But in terms of practicality, there is no limit to the range of calls.

It can be used all over the world, and there is no call limit outside. It is a practical mobile phone that hunters pay more attention to. Buhala's and Luo's mobile phones belong to this one, and they don't have too fancy functions.

"Before I leave, I'll give you a piece of advice." The baboon fiddles with the bonfire with a stick. His eyelids droop slightly, and the light of the fire shines on his calm and rough face.

Bukhara looked at the baboon and held his breath.

Da baboon looked up at Bukhara, who was several times fatter than him, and said in a deep voice, "don't think all about eating!"

After hearing the baboon's advice, buhara was in a dilemma.

In one year, his height was more than two meters, and he was fat and shoulder wide. He had the rudiment of a meat bullet chariot.

Seeing Bukhara in a dilemma, the baboon shook his head in silence.

Hell, no matter how many times the training, Bukhara is getting fatter and fatter. If it's not for his strength, he really wants to spend more time to correct it.

In the middle and later period, Bukhara developed his own ideas, and the baboon made a complete compromise, and there was no restriction on Bukhara's appetite, which led to the fact that Bukhara spent a year fattening to such a degree.

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Hunter headquarters, conference room.

The current nine members of the twelve prefectural branches have taken their seats. There are still three vacancies for their successors. The meeting to be held today is to examine the qualifications of the tenth successor.

Gore, who Luo met in the Talma mountains, sits in the third seat on the right. The main seat is empty, which is the seat of President nitro.

"Ge'er, I heard that you solved the problem of" zombie grass "a few days ago. It's a great achievement that can't be underestimated." Sitting opposite Ge Er, a hairy and huge man said.

Yintai, one of the twelve Branches of the earth, is a poacher with strong strength.

His lips are very thick, his mouth is very big, there is a circle of beard around the corner of his lips, a cloth towel shaped like the American flag is tied on his forehead, he has an explosive head, he is wearing a vest, and his chest and arms are covered with luxuriant body hair.

"Not bad." Ge Er's hands were around her, and her reaction was cold.

After she left with the bad luck toad that day, she spent some time to study it. Although she didn't agree with Luo's willful nonsense, she didn't know why. She tried it out of her wits, but she didn't expect that Luo's detoxification method was true.

In the end, she didn't want to take this as a merit. Instead, she gave up the bad luck toad and the happy mushroom and focused on another problem.

Just recently, she solved the problem of "zombie grass" and proved her ability to the current members of the twelve prefectural branches.

"It's not bad. It's not easy to solve that problem." Diagonally opposite, a woman with white feathers on her head said leaning on her chin.

Gu Gu, one of the twelve Branches of the earth, holds many positions, such as a planter, musician, dancer, etc., but her main occupation is a plant hunter. She wears sexy clothes and is a haughty woman.

She praised Ge Er, which shows that the "zombie grass" is not low.

Ge Er nodded to her and said, "it's really not easy."

"Why hasn't the president come yet?" At this time, Yintai changed the topic and looked at the closed door of the meeting.

"One more minute." A man in a black-and-white dress said.

Miyashton, the ugly member of the twelve Branches, is a criminal hunter. He wears a black and white ox horn hat on his head, gold earrings on his ears, black eyes on his left and cow style clothes on his body.

In addition, there are six other current members here, all sitting quietly, waiting for the arrival of President nitro.

There is still a minute to go before the meeting starts, but President nitro and the incoming member are not present.

Time goes by, and the last 30 seconds are left

People are looking at the closed door of the meeting. Some members are already guessing how late the president will be today.

Bang!

At this time, the door suddenly opened, but the people who came in were short Doumian people.

"What about the president?" Seeing the Doumian man, Porter, the most experienced of the current members, asked in a deep voice.

Porter Bai, Chen of the twelve Branches of the earth, is one of the few three-star hunters. He is the person whose reputation and strength are closest to President nitro.

The Doumian man took a handkerchief and wiped his sweating forehead. "I can't get in touch with the president, so I should Should be an hour late? "The second half of the sentence, he said in an uncertain tone, an hour is the most conservative estimate.

When you hear Doumian people's words, except for one person, the current members of the other 12 prefectural branches are all black lines. Usually, the unimportant affairs are directly left to them for decision-making, but it's no small matter to review the new successor members.

Doumian people bear the baptism of people's eyes, very uncomfortable.

"Is one hour enough?" Someone asked.

Other people did not speak, but the heart is to give the same answer, certainly not enough!

"In other words, the people to be audited today have not come yet." Said Yintai.

After hearing Yintai's words, the other members who pay attention to President nitro are aware of this.

Immediately, Porter snorted coldly.

The criminal Hunter miezaston held his hands to his chin, gazed quietly at the closed door, and said faintly, "five seconds to go."

Next to the seat of President nitro, there is a handsome man with blonde hair in a dark suit. He has a smiling look and has a kind of indifference.

"Time is up." Mieshaston glanced at the clock on the wall of the conference room. It was exactly ten o'clock, and the second hand continued to move forward. After five seconds, the door of the conference room opened.

A young man with his hands in his pocket came in.

He was wearing a loose Cape, with layers of white cloth tied to his forehead, which made his black hair stand up, his face fresh and clean, and his eyes full of spirit.

When this man came in, all eyes were on him. The air of those who were able to read suddenly came out, and they were all rushing towards the young man.

"Oh

In the face of the oppressive atmosphere thrown by the public, the young man calmly raised his hand and said hello to the current members of the twelve local branches.

"You're five seconds late!" Mister looked at the young man and said in a deep voice.

"Do you have one?"

The young man wondered.