There is another camp 5 kilometers east of the "Fox Cave" command.

The conditions of this camp are much better. Not only are there walls made of stones, but there are also several adobe houses. The disrepaired roof is re-added with steel pipes and a layer of rainproof cloth is laid, which can still continue to shelter the people in the house from wind and rain.

Sitting bored on the stone wall, shaking her calves all the time. The Latino girl who was waiting for dinner couldn't help but sneeze, her nose was still itchy. The dry and hot climate here made her very uncomfortable.

A man in a suit and tie came to the wall and shouted at the girl's back: "Villa, see what did I find?"

Even in this deserted mountain and ridge, he still packed himself up like a real gentleman. He not only paid great attention to appearance, but also combed his big back hair meticulously, making it shiny, and even flies on it would fall apart.

"Is it a treasure? Kemis?"

As the Latino girl turned her head, her two ponytails tied behind her head began to move together.

The man held a small box carefully folded from paper in his hand and said with a smile: "No, you will like it!"

"let me see!"

With a thud, the girl with long hair with her ponytails cleverly made a pommel horse move and jumped directly from the wall to the man.

"for you!"

A man in a suit and ties handed over the cardboard box in his hand.

A serene sound came out, and the paper box was opened, revealing more than a dozen shriveled small fruits, but the girl with two ponytails made a cheer full of little surprises.

"Fig! Kemis, you're a good person, well, so sweet!"

Sweet food can make people secrete dopamine, and the girl's face immediately showed a satisfied and happy expression.

It is really not easy to find figs called Xiaotangbao in such a desolate and remote place.

If Li Bai is here, you can immediately recognize the man and woman as the Latin girl Vera and the "Joker" Kemis who escaped from the FBI training camp in the United States.

The two of them fled to South America in a mist, and then ran to another place with a flick of the bluff. Somehow, they actually took the "Saints Club" and became candidates for saints.

Vera held the cardboard box tightly, enjoyed the figs inside, took out another one and handed it to Kemis, and said happily: "Kemis, do you eat it too?"

"No, I don't like sweets, Vera, just like you."

But Kemis shook his head with a smile.

"Where is your watch?"

Vera's eyes fell on Kemis' wrist inadvertently. After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something... Suddenly she felt that the figs were no longer sweet.

"It doesn't matter, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come. As long as you become a saint of the 'saints', you will have as many watches as you want."

Kemis stretched out his hand in drowning and touched Vera's watch.

"I will buy you the best watch, for Swiss ones."

Vera seemed to have made up her mind, and after she figured it out, she continued to enjoy the fragrant and sweet figs.

At this moment, someone shouted with an electric speaker: "Get together, assemble, everyone assemble!"

The sound of the electric speaker was very loud, and even the sleeping person was awakened.

In the house, inside and outside the wall, and even outside, many figures surrounded them from all directions.

Vera and Kemis looked at each other and rushed over together.

"There is an important thing to announce that the 'saint trial' of the 'saints' is about to begin, and there will be six places this time!"

As soon as the man holding the electric speaker finished speaking, the scene was in an uproar.

Many people have inquired about the news that in every "saint trial", only one person can become a new saint, but this time there are six people.

"Six people? Wait, will the 'saint' destroy a saint?"

Six plus eight equals fourteen, but there are only thirteen saints in the history of the "Saints Association". Once this addition was done, Kemis immediately analyzed the amazing information.

Only six plus seven equals thirteen, which means that the saints of the "saints" will be extremely rare.

Then the difficulty of the trial will probably be...

Kemis just thought of this, and the man holding the electric speaker continued to shout: "There is only one chance, but the important thing must be said to be ahead. This is not a game. You will lose your life at any time. People with luck, timid people, people with insufficient confidence, people with low strength, and those with low strength, it is best to withdraw now. Only those who survive in the end are qualified to become noble saints and master extraordinary authority."

"Kemis, be a saint!"

Vera was holding the man in a suit and tie, and she couldn't even care about the dried figs in her hand. She was extremely excited and did not listen to the risk reminder at all. Like everyone else, she only paid attention to those six places.

The more places the higher the probability of passing.

But Kemis turned around, took the initiative to hold the girl's hand, and said solemnly: "Villa, remember what I said. If you encounter danger, don't worry about me. You must escape by yourself. Don't look back, do you know?"

The banned days of the FBI training camp have made every superpowered person imprisoned there have to join forces to keep warm with each other, so they have formed deep feelings that are not relatives but are better than relatives.

"Um?"

Vera looked at Kemis in confusion, but her cheeks were slightly red and hot. This was the first time Kemis took the initiative to pull her hand.

There is no shortage of saint candidates gathered here by the "Saints Association". When Kemis was warning Vera, many people nearby heard the same thing and also had a small plan in their hearts.

As soon as the person carrying the electric speaker explained the time, location and method of the "saint trial", someone came over to him.

"Hello, Mr. Kemis, I am Yuri Yegorov. I like to make friends the most. Can I make friends?"

The first one was a big Russian, stretching out his thick furry arms, and his tongue was still curling when he spoke. It was probably difficult to change the flavor of Russian English.

"Hello, Mr. Yegorov!"

Kemis thought for a while and reached out his hand as if he was good.

"I prefer my friend to call me Yuri."

Yuri Yegorov, a big Russian with a back and waist, immediately smiled and gave him another enthusiastic hug.

"Hello, Mr. Kemis, I am Rava, and I want to form a team."

"I am……"

With Yuri Yegorov becoming the first, there will be a second and third one soon. No one will refuse to be friends with smart people, and at least they can have a higher survival rate in the dangerous "saint trial".

There are more than one voting for saints, making the competition between them not as fierce as expected, and more small teams are naturally formed.

There are not many people in each group, just six.

If you are lucky enough, if you pass the trial in the end, you will become a new saint in the form of a small team.

The "Saints" seemed to have expected this situation and turned a blind eye to it.

More than a dozen large trucks were carrying these candidates toward the Tar Desert.

Li Bai, who was far away in Somalia, did not come to participate in the candidate for the Saints of Shenma LOW, once again received a video attachment from the "power" saints.

This time, the Chinese mainland finally responded.
Chapter completed!