Chapter 1433

Is it a special case

The person in charge squinted and thought in his heart.

Or, reluctantly, regard this phenomenon as a gift?

And then it's over?

If it's so arbitrary, isn't it easy?

And in the case of limited information, if we go deep into it, we have to share a large part of manpower, energy and time.

Then, simply don't have to [delusion] too much, simplify things from complex, save a lot of work out of thin air.

Only in this way, we will have to overthrow the important information that has become an established fact.

There is no reason

A thousand words of thoughts turned into a pool of muddy water in the belly. The person in charge had a pleasant smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"You're good."

A sincere compliment suddenly filled the soldiers with strength.

"Keep trying."

Then, with an official tone as the end, the person in charge handed over the on-site work to his subordinates without procrastination, and then took them to the office.

After all, the person in charge still can't regard this [phenomenon] as a special case, which means that there will be a lot of workload in the future.

Of course, he can also irresponsibly sum up this incident as an accident, so as to reduce the subsequent work that may be wasted.

But he couldn't get around it.

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

.......

in a wild mountain, a black truck was driving on a bumpy mountain road with visible footprints.

The roadside weeds grew too luxuriant, spread to the middle of the mountain road, and were crushed by trucks.

In the driver's cab, the middle-aged driver swearing, his mouth like a machine gun. From the beginning of driving on this mountain road, he never stopped swearing.

On the passenger seat was a young woman with dark glasses and heavy makeup.

"It's almost time for you to stop."

The young woman looked at the rusty iron gate at the end of the mountain road.

The middle-aged driver glanced at the young woman and said with a grin, "Hey, I haven't seen you talking all the way. I thought you might be dumb, but it's not. Otherwise, it's a pity."

A wisp of killing will suddenly seep out of the young woman's aura.

But the middle-aged driver didn't like it. Hey, he said with a smile, "you're getting along well. Why don't you join me?"

Young woman thin anger way: "roll."

"Good."

The middle-aged driver opened the car door and rolled out unreasonably.

As the truck continued to move forward, the young woman looked through the rear-view mirror at the middle-aged driver who rolled to the side of the road. After cursing an idiot, she moved to the driver's seat, braked gently, let the truck slowly pass through the rusty iron door, and then stopped in front of the air raid shelter.

The air raid shelter here has been abandoned for many years. There are many weeds before the entrance, but at this time, even a grass seed can not be seen. It is obvious that it has been cleaned artificially.

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

Two strong men came out of the air raid shelter, and their eyes passed the spider tattoos on the neck of the young woman.

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

"Dead."

"Well? What's going on? "

The two strong men looked slightly different. They thought something had happened on the way. It would be bad news if the position of the stronghold was exposed.

"Sister, what is death? Do you know what a thousand years of disaster is? "

At this time, the middle-aged driver leaned out from the back of the truck and came slowly.

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

The young woman looked down at the middle-aged driver, scolded him and went straight to the air raid shelter.

The middle-aged driver looked at the woman's twisted hips with a smile, whistled, patted one of the strong men on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "it's up to you to unload the goods."

"I understand."

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

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

The light penetrated into the carriage and revealed the mountain of black stone.

"Tut, what a bumper harvest."

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

"Move quickly. There's a lot to do later."

Another strong man did not have so much thought and began to unload the goods.

In a room deep in the air raid shelter, a man in a black suit was sitting on a sofa with his hands clasped on his thighs,A few meters in front of the man in the suit, there is a big man with a bare upper body. A ferocious spider pattern is tattooed on his abdominal muscles, which is very eye-catching.

The muscular man's eyes are closed, his whole body's mental power is rising like boiling water, and white smoke is seeping from his shoulders.

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

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

The muscular man looked down at his fist like palm and grinned: "yes, I can."

"Oh?"

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows, showed a faint smile, and said with satisfaction: "very good. So, if you want to upgrade to the second stage with Blackstone, will is also one of the indispensable preconditions."

"Yes, the will is more important than the body." Muscular man nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "if you can try it out earlier, you won't have to lose so many brothers."

The man in the suit laughed and didn't answer. He just picked up the canned beer on the table and threw it to the muscle man.

In his view, the people who failed to survive were all rubbish who did not deserve high-level power.

So, if you die, you die. It's no pity.

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

After drinking, the muscle man squeezed the empty can into a cake shape, looked at the suit man and said calmly, "is the recent" capture operation "a little too frequent?"

"What? Are you afraid? "

"A little bit, but it's not so much fear as worry."

"Ha ha..."

The man in the suit gave a low smile, his eyes shining with light, and said, "don't be afraid, don't worry, the so-called disaster department and ferry Bureau, how can they spare time to take care of us now?"

"I hope so."

Muscle man goes to the sofa, bends over and picks up a can of beer.

Looking at the beer cans juxtaposed on the table, the man in suit suddenly said, "last night, I got a call from Wright."

"Wright? The Norse? " Muscle man's eyes.

"Well, I'm here to talk about a deal. It's mostly because of his precious daughter's divination ability, which makes him know something about it."

"Deal?"

Muscle male disdains a way: "depend on only a northra to help, what qualification talks business with us?"

The man in the suit shook his head, raised his eyes slightly, focused on the spider tattoo on the muscle man's abdominal muscle, and said seriously, "his daughter's name is nion, right? Apart from other things, the divination ability is quite reliable. Besides... "

The man in suit stretched out his palm and covered a can of beer with slow force. He saw that the beer was like sinking into the mire, slowly sinking, but between a few breath, it completely sank into the table.

"Don't forget that all the people standing here are in the same way..."

Muscle man can't help silence.

Indeed, as the man in suit said, the initial incentive to create a new mirage brigade lies in the fanatics who highly praise the style of mirage brigade.

And those people, without exception, are all gangsters.

Now, the world is in chaos, and it's just the right time for them to show their talents.