Entering the mission hall, Renn looked at Shirley who was putting on makeup and said in surprise.
Behind the desk, Shirley, wearing a high-waisted pleated skirt, sat on a wooden lounge chair, holding a small round mirror and slowly applying lipstick.
After seeing Ren come in, Shirley stopped putting on makeup, stood up, and smiled charmingly at him: "Master Randy has arrived at the Little Widows Hospital. He admires me very much and thinks that I have stayed here, so I have been promoted here.
"
Of course she would not admit that she was disliked.
Ren didn't believe Shirley's words at all, and complained: "Stop bragging, the old goat told me that you hooked up with the handsome guys from the two three-star teams as soon as we met.
Haha, I think you were driven away."
He could guess that she must have messed up the relationship between men and women, causing trouble and affecting the efficiency of the team's mission.
Shirley snorted when she heard this, put her hands on her waist, and feigned anger: "Didn't I just hold a few late-night exchange activities? As for driving me away?"
She had an indignant look on her face and a very dissatisfied tone. She felt that Randy was targeting her, maybe because she didn't invite him to have fun together.
Randy Mac is already very old, but he still wants to take advantage of her. There is no way, and she doesn't like him.
Ren's cheeks twitched. It was the first time he heard someone talk about gathering for lewdness in such a fresh and refined way.
He shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Why are you here? Why didn't you go back to Bu Shen City?"
Smiling softly, Shirley said with a proud look on her face: "All the handsome guys in Bu Shen City are done hunting, so we have to change places.
Besides, I have already been promoted to the third level."
Very good, very strong reason. It seems that Bu Shen City can no longer tolerate female gangsters.
With a slander, Ren looked at the charming Shirley and was not surprised that she had become a third-level [Black Hunter].
It was originally the second level of peak strength, and the female gangster had a lot of background, so she had no shortage of resources.
No longer polite, Ren said: "Take intermediate or high-level tasks, about the drug lord Matt, regardless of type."
"Okay, Master Ren, please wait."
Shirley said teasingly, taking out two black-covered books from the drawer and starting to rummage through them.
She was obviously not very skilled and didn't know enough about the business. In fact, she was not the person in charge here. It was just that the person had something to do, so she was asked to take over temporarily.
Ren found a sofa and sat down, picked up a bottle of champagne on the long glass table, and poured himself a glass.
"Why don't you go find Garcia when you pass through the city of Diramo?" Ren asked in a casual tone.
"He wants to marry me, but I don't want to. I haven't had enough fun. How can I hang myself from a tree?"
Shirley quickly scanned the mission report and said without raising her head.
It was so green that Ren mourned for three seconds of silence for Garcia, and actually felt a little envious of Shirley in his heart.
He didn't want to hang himself on a tree, and sometimes he thought that if he hadn't met Catherine, he wouldn't have crossed paths with Kesha.
Now, he should be sleeping with Mrs. Ellie while holding Susanna in his arms, but there is no if, he can only choose one woman.
"Okay, there are 7 intermediate commissions regarding the drug lord Matt. Come and see, which one do you need?" Sitting in the office, Shirley held her chin in her hands and said lazily.
Ren, who was a little distracted, came back to his senses, put down his wine glass, came to her, and browsed through these task commissions.
Some are investigating Matt's drug storage location, some are trying to assassinate one of Matt's men, and some are trying to kidnap his family... Of course, there are also two who want to remove Matt's head.
Renn smiled slightly and picked up four of them: "I have accepted these tasks."
He was planning to take down Matt's lair, and these tasks were just packaged to be completed together.
Shirley opened her watery blue eyes wide, looked at him in surprise, and said doubtfully: "The rewards for these tasks are too low, and are not proportional to the risks."
For the two tasks of killing Matt, one offered 70 gold coins, the other offered 50 gold coins. Such rewards could not attract a master-level transcendent.
It is possible to recruit third-level experts, but this is not commensurate with the risk. Matt has many subordinates and his background is very deep, so basically no one cares about these tasks.
The task has been pending for a long time. It can be said that it will be automatically canceled after a while.
"I have no choice. I am too kind-hearted and can't tolerate sand in my eyes. I am determined to fight against the evil forces to the end.
Scum like the drug lord Matt must be the first to be eliminated!" Ren said with a strong voice and a solemn tone.
Looking at Ren, who seemed to be the messenger of justice, Shirley rolled her eyes, pouted and said: "Stop pretending, you should act in a drama."
In Orange Town, Renn also used this noble reason to kill Marcelo, but the purpose was just for money.
She seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise: "You are probably eyeing his property, right? That's right, killing and stealing is addictive."
Shirley has realized that although Ren is young, he is by no means a bad person and has serious violent tendencies in his heart.
Ren snorted coldly and said seriously: "What do you mean by killing people and selling goods? Can you speak?"
I am acting on behalf of God! In order to save the thousands of suffering people in the small town of Conroe, as well as the countless families that have been torn apart by drugs.
I am willing to risk my life, endure huge pressure, walk in the hail of bullets, grit my teeth and persevere..."
He was chattering a lot of nonsense, and as he talked, Ren, who was in a good mood, started to believe it.
Rolling her eyes at him, Shirley muttered: "Okay, okay, as long as you are happy, Sir Ren."
I'm not interested in fighting and killing. How about we do it tonight? Now I can last longer."
"Yes, after being promoted to the third level, I am more durable.
I accept it with good intentions, but I am not a womanizer, strong-willed, and regard beautiful women as dirt." Ren teased, looking very much in need of a beating.
Ignoring her angry look, he picked up a bunch of keys from the table, found a dormitory, and settled in.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, after practicing the guidance method for two hours, he took out two photo stones and two booklets.
These are the gunmanship secrets "Eight Spears" given by the spearman Carlos, and the fighting and boxing skills "Gangfeng Combo" left by [Fighting Master] Marcelo in the storage ring. These are the skills Renne has been practicing recently.
Already.
A master-level strongman with a solid foundation must not only practice close combat and a major weapon, but also practice a body technique and be equipped with Force firearms.
The Border Knight's "Ninth Set of Fighting Techniques" originally used by Renne can still be used at the expert level.
But when he reached the fourth level, it was a bit unsatisfying. After all, it was something from the low-level world of martial arts. Fortunately, Marcello, an enthusiastic citizen, gave him his unique skills and saved him a lot of money.
As a master of fighting, Gui Shou left behind enough fighting skills that Renn can use now. After all, Renn does not follow the boxing and kicking kung fu route.
As for the body skills, I got a set for free from the association after I was promoted to level four. Agility is the specialty of the [Demon Hunter] profession. This set of body skills is also very sharp, and it is called "Shunstep".
What Ren lacks now is the replacement of more advanced knives and Force firearms, as well as the training resources needed for the fourth level.
These are huge expenses, and the company has run out of money. People can't get rich without windfall, and horses can't fatten without night grass.
Since Matt dared to bump into him and give him money and his head, Renne had no choice but to accept it.
