If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Gwen wouldn't have been able to imagine that a Shad as fat as Gray Tower could actually slip into the basement of the hotel in front of her that was cordoned off and guarded by guards through the narrow exhaust opening.
Unimaginable.
The operation of the cursed blade shocked Gwen even more.
After the most troublesome Fatty Bear successfully infiltrated, the squirrel-eared lady didn't know whether it was due to a sudden illness or a heartfelt jealousy, but she walked openly under the light - she did not choose to go all the way to the Gray Tower.
Advancing bushes.
At the moment when the two guards raised their palms to indicate 'no entry or exit', Gwen, who was squatting on a telephone pole like a cat, could clearly see a pair of bright blazing eyes in the exhaust vent of the hotel basement.
With a look of sorrow and anger that said, "Oh, don't you fucking stop", he watched Curse Blade suddenly knocking down the two guards with a stick like a terminally ill Harley Quinn.
Bangdang...
The mk652 rifle in the guard's hand fell to the ground. This rifle is a degraded version of the mk47-a. It only has a 15-round magazine, as well as inferior rifling and cut-corner bolts adapted to large-scale privately manufactured ammunition. It can be said that this is
It’s an SMG (submachine gun) in a rifle, but it’s as embarrassing as the magazine of the male protagonist in a physical romance movie starring Western Europe and Malaysia.
What was even more embarrassing was that the two guards fell to the ground, and the protective helmets that were said to be able to 'block the attacks of the source of power' made a crisp sound.
...and the figure of Gray Tower struggling to get out of the exhaust port.
"What are you doing, mud in the gods and demons of Gan?"
Huita was so angry that he could no longer speak, could no longer laugh, and his hands and feet could not move together (he walked smoothly).
"You bitch, stop barking in front of me. You've done this kind of thing the most in the past, but now it's like a girl holding up her skirt without incident?"
The curse blade's aggressiveness overflowed.
"Hmm." Huita thought about it for half a second before his eyes widened suddenly, "But does it have anything to do with what you are doing now?"
"It's okay, but I just want to scold you."
"..."
Gwen took a gentle breath of the cold air, straightened her back, and fell forward with her head facing the ground.
Although it was night, he felt like he was in a swimming pool illuminated by the warm daylight. The air and everything around him had a warm feeling, which made him sway slightly when he was about to land. It was like a mermaid about to rush.
When he reached the bottom of the swimming pool, he turned around once, and he was right across his body, and he tapped the ground lightly with his toes.
With such an elegant and gorgeous movement, why shouldn’t people be angry about it?
Curse Blade was the first to disagree.
She clapped her hands in a strange way:
"I know the leader of the Swan Opera Company. Are you interested in doing some part-time work?"
Gwen raised her eyebrows and showed her shamelessness:
"Is that really possible?"
"..." Cursed Blade said nothing.
"Uh-huh!" Huita covered her mouth to hold back a laugh, "I've known for a long time that Curse Blade and her sisters are actually 'really unfamiliar'. To be honest, you could get us free tickets before. You and her
What happened to her?"
"My recommendation to Gwen is not without purpose."
Cursed Blade uses a utopian tongue-twisting phrase called "Rong En people will not chase fleshless bones", which can be translated as aimless. Of course, it can also be regarded as the instinctive racial knight remarks of Cursed Blade, a squirrel.
No.
As a person with an outstanding face, Gwen didn't care how others said she looked like a woman, because that was meaningless.
As long as you can ensure that during the fight, you can kick the opponent's crotch and poke his eyes out, and with a few punches, you can make the opponent open a sauce shop, where all the salty, sour and spicy things will come out*...
…(*Water Margin)
"Tell me about it?" Gray Tower carefully stacked the guards together.
Non-lethal means are a tacit understanding between the authorities and associations, and are also the difference between informal associations and wanted associations.
The wanted gang wanted to kill every black dog (security guard of the authorities). Although the Rongan people always protested, "Why do we always get a bad reputation?" But what they didn't expect was that the Wilgi people were even more dissatisfied with "Black Dogs".
Doesn't a cat sound better than a black dog?'.
Gangs who are not wanted will exercise restraint and avoid causing loss of life.
"The only thing about the Diva Troupe that is more feminine than the Mind Flayer sisters is the femininity. Haven't you noticed? The main dancers in every Diva Troupe have a body shape like a little girl, and the biggest one is no more than a chick.
Dove. From this point of view, it will be of great benefit to them if Gwen joins... they won’t have to change the main dancer for more than ten years."
"Curse Blade, have you ever been beaten for speaking?" Gwen was full of curiosity.
"That's not the case."
"You haven't said why you broke up with the foreman of that dance group, and you are the same as the person in charge of another small club? Have you had undue expectations for the development of a wonderful relationship?" Huita was a little strange in a rare way.
Cursed Blade spread his hands:
"No, it's just that after my model grew to this size, she cursed me for betraying the dance group... You have to understand that some people can grow to two meters without ears, while others can grow to
He’s 1.4 meters tall with ears. It’s a question of talent.”
Gwen glanced at the chest of Curse Blade:
"Then you are 'talented' and smart, and your 'talent' is visible to the naked eye."
"Thanks."
Just like Gwen's strategy in dealing with Curseblade's 'lady Gwen jokes', Curseblade also listened to Gwen's 'body jokes' as if they were shameless compliments.
On the contrary, the gray tower has begun to warm up.
…………
The original plan was to sneak into the basement quietly, climb the elevator shaft from the basement, climb all the way to the ninth floor, and then lurk in rooms 901 and 903 where the crime occurred - the poor hotel manager, who was a peacock Root, heard that
I was very calm when there was a death in my hotel. Anyway, people die in Utopia every day. Then after I heard that two of my rooms were punched through and smashed, I screamed and almost got arrested for waking up a Wilgi.
Beat to death.
This plan has a very good start:
Send a big, flexible bear into the basement first.
Not bad, very good, beautifully done.
After that, a hot D+ or above woman with squirrel ears was sent in...
But there was a slight glitch in this step.
Curse Blade is a person who is not open-minded. She used her stick to break the situation. She vigorously grasped the pain points of the industry, completed the product iteration on the matter of letting the gray tower break the defense, and developed a new track.
, completed the point-to-point decentralized anti-defense business.
here you go.
Cursed Blade.
This year's gate ranking, you are the mvp.
Since the plan had been ruined, Gray Tower had to prepare for battle. He picked up an anti-explosion shield and held it in his hand like a small leather shield... Okay, it's not that exaggerated, but he held it in Gray Tower's size.
An explosion-proof shield still looks like a strong barbarian holding a round shield. It cannot be said to be very funny, but it looks quite fun.
This time, Gray Tower walked at the front, Gwen was placed at the end of the team, and the cursed blade was in the middle, with the cursed gun already embodied in his hand.
The purpose of this squirrel thing in the form of a curse gun is not to 'use the curse gun as the main attack', but to infuse your own source power into it, so that your source power is always in a 'relatively low' state. Also
That is to say, artificially lowering the performance of one's own state. In this way, if the opponent regards the cursed blade as a 'long-range low-power type', something unspeakable may happen immediately if she gets close to her... This is the dirty cursed blade.
sisters.
The same goes for Gwen Station in the end.
The crispy mage who looks soft and weak but is actually like the Michael Jordan of the team. In the next second, he can turn into a "kick, kick!" and shoot a series of mid-air jumpers or turn-over jumpers.
This is the gold content of Gwen.
However, if there are two melee masters in a team, it is natural to add an all-rounder.
For example, someone like Rabbit... As long as you don't let her face the enemy, this guy can satisfy you anywhere.
"..."
"Do we really have to go like this?"
Huita looked worried, and when he spoke in a low voice, his expression looked like an unlucky bear.
"Of course, our secret agent's style is to act with dignity and dignity."
Curse Blade had a careless expression, and she pulled up her hat: "Besides, we still have to put a little pressure on our colleagues. Those guards will wake up in an hour or two, and the alarm will be blaring by then.
If it sounds, the team behind us that wants to explore for clues will be unable to enter, and the information we get tonight will be very useful."
Well said.
But in essence, he is a squirrel gate species who benefits himself at the expense of others.
Gwen admired this style of conduct and applauded her: "Keep this bad style, and our secret agents will surely become a star club that others will chase after them at the first sight."
"Don't worry, I'm using a copper lock swing stick. It's a broken stick that veterans on the battlefield love to use. The quality is good, but it's heavy..."
"?"
"Even if you look for trouble, you won't be able to find it on us. At most, you can find the few remaining veterans from the last pioneering campaign..."
"Curse Blade."
"?"
"You are such a peerless bastard."
"Thanks."
…………
The flashlight held in Curseblade's hand gave off a faint and disturbing light.
There is an eerie and ominous atmosphere on the walls of the banned hotel. The pale walls and brown furniture are full of contrasting feelings. There is a thin layer of mist on the ground, and the cold feeling swallows everyone's nerves. Flashlight
After the licked darkness was swept away, it seemed like something was still hidden inside. Although the gray tower's steps were heavy, there was no sound of stepping.
They have already followed the door and gone up eight floors through the stairs.
The hotel's morgue-like atmosphere at night made Gwen believe that it was not surprising that the flight attendants from the government would die here. The psychological shadow and unpleasantness of this ghost place were simply...
The best place for a Crab Leg Society to hide. In Utopia, the power of the heart is stronger than in any other world in the past... Well, the belief that the heart is magic is aside from the topic.
A place looks gloomy and desolate.
Then it is just right to be used as a venue for some evil rituals.
This ghost place is filled with an unpleasant sense of crisis.
Gwen felt this unhappiness and a kind of hostility. It was as if he was born with the same hostility against this darkness. He couldn't help but want to imagine that if he owned a train, he would use it
What was it built like? But at this time, he kept stepping forward, mechanically following the steps of the cursed blade, looking at the opponent's twisting squirrel tail and buttocks.
The mental fatigue that comes from repeating things quickly disappears.
The moment they entered the ninth floor.
The source of early warning fire was turned on.
First, dozens of rays of light flashed over, and then there was the dense clicking sound of guns being drawn, and that kind of crisis that can only be known by actually facing it, as if dozens of guns were pointed at oneself!
A slight blush appeared on Gwen's cheeks. High temperature burst out of her body, and her energy was about to be activated.
At this moment, Curse Blade said without looking back: "Stop."
Stopped his hand.
Only then did Gwen see the situation in front of her.
There were about a dozen people dressed as detectives in long trench coats of the same style as them, pointing flashlights at them. One of them, who looked a bit like a child, turned his head and muttered: "Here comes another one."
Team...Is it easy to find some work these days..."
"I knew this place was unreliable."
"It's really annoying. It's not good to handle cases in a place like this. It's a tourist resort, and everyone wants to come and have a hand..."
The complaints were getting louder and louder, but everyone still controlled the volume to avoid disturbing the guards.
Gwen saw Curse Blade and winked, and the two of them sneaked into Rooms 901 and 903, which had been inspected several times, with Gray Tower feeling a little guilty.
Inside, there were two men and women who looked like twins checking.
Seeing them coming, I politely gave up my seat.
At the same time, he said kindly:
"The source of power has been wiped out, and it is difficult to obtain any useful information."
"Thank you." Cursed Blade was also unexpectedly polite.
After the two people walked out, Gwen quietly leaned over and said, "Are there many association members from other places here? They all..."
"Well, the batch inspected in the corridor just now came from five Judu vehicles."
"How do you tell the difference?"
Hui Ta snorted coldly from the side: "Those with their tails raised so much that they want to be blasted in with their tails."
He rarely uses such extreme words to describe it.
But it's obvious that Gray Tower has the sensitive self-esteem of a country bumpkin. But Curse Blade doesn't have it... It may also be because Curse Blade's hometown is not Homecoming, so it doesn't matter.
"Don't mess with the Gray Tower, come and get me some test paper." Cursed Blade was still a bit rough, and actually found some clues that other Source Power users couldn't find.
She squatted on the ground, looking at a puddle of ashes that had been almost destroyed by the destruction clues.
Gwen walked over and squinted her eyes to take a look.
He couldn't tell what kind of ashes it was, or in other words, from his current perspective, this ashes were just ashes and had no other additional meaning.
"Did you make a discovery?"
He didn't mind letting the curse blade be installed for a while, as long as the other party didn't act like a Riddler and told what he found.
"have."
Curse Blade nodded cleanly, with a serious expression on his beautiful face: "The bad news is, no matter what we say or do now, this group of crab-footed figures have already accomplished their purpose.
In other words, they achieved their goal... This is not good news."
Reality is not a game.
Many cult incidents in Utopia that caused heavy losses actually occurred without warning. When murders occurred, they were already in the completion stage. This is the cruelty and uncertainty of life.
Of course, Gwen now wants to know how the Curse Blade knew about it.
"My dear, it's just a guess." Cursed Blade said, "But unfortunately, I am a woman who can guess things fairly accurately."
She grabbed the test paper that Gray Tower took out, and after doing a few patient tests, she shook her head: "Other world dust is a kind of powder that is produced by calling creatures in parallel time and space. It is very similar to ashes.
It requires a complete Source Force Envoy as a sacrifice to complete... It seems that the current thinking of the authorities is wrong. The attacker did not want to attack the flight attendant, but was attacking for the flight attendant's bodyguard."
"Very serious consequences?"
Gwen still has a little bit of what can be called a 'sense of justice' in her heart.
"Fortunately. If we are summoning something from the starry sky, then we can immediately report it to the authorities and take 500 military dollars and leave. This is worthy of our sense of justice and keen sense of smell."
As Cursed Blade said this, he carefully collected the ashes and asked them to be stored in the Ash Tower.
Then, she destroyed the ash mass with one kick, destroying all traces of the corpse!
"But this summons is to summon monsters from the dark world, so we don't have to worry too much about the destructive power it causes. Besides, this association has already escaped into the wilderness... Let me give you an additional lesson. Monsters from the dark world need a lot of them."
The monsters' lives are used to charge the energy. The stronger they are, the more monsters are needed to replenish the energy. Therefore, only the monsters in the wilderness will suffer..."
"Then why don't we leave the five hundred troops?" Gwen didn't think Curse Blade was a troublesome guy.
"of course not."
Curse Blade smiled extremely sinisterly: "What we have to do is wait for this bounty... to increase in price! In my opinion, I think it can be increased to the level of 700 to 800 rounds for military use!"
It is really a shame that this squirrel was not caught like her parents and grandparents.
Especially when Gwen heard the sound of a new team coming in outside the door, and the voice of the new team:
"Damn, someone knocked the guard down!"
"Who the hell is so wicked?"
Cursed Blade.
Gwen gave the answer in her heart, and saw anger suddenly welling up on Curse Blade's face. She stood up, turned around, walked to the door, and kicked the door open: "Is that bastard so wicked that he knocked down the guard?
I wonder if this will make them alert? Oh, that's all, I can't get any clues! Let's go... Gray Tower, Mind Flayer, let's retreat!"
On the way out.
Gwen and Gray Tower both looked at Curse Blade several times, gaining a new understanding of how shameless this woman was.
But before they could say anything, Cursed Blade reached into his pocket and took out two rolls of military bullets with a face value of fifty rounds: "This is the fund of our group. I will give you two some bonuses. This time
If the reward can be successfully obtained, the money will be doubled and put into the team's fund pool. At the same time, a bonus will be given to the rabbits and sparks who did not come, and a recruitment fee will be given to the red dog and dark cat."
"Reasonable."
Huita's eyes widened when he saw the bullet, and he had nothing to say.
"I want to eat ice cream." Gwen directly tugged on Huita's windbreaker and asked the bear to point out delicious ice cream to her.
After seeing how the two of them spent their bullets even when they were ready, Curse Blade shook his head: "...Really, if you have any other needs later, remember to make statistics. Our secret agents don't have association funds. Basically, each group has
Some of the funds are used for maintenance. So essentially we are an interest cooperation group, and the funds are used to meet the needs of the group members."
After returning to the RV, Gwen first looked at the Gray Tower and made the request to 'purchase a batch of "Djinn Press" board games and "purchase the 1918 reprint of The Book of Rakmir". The former was
Welji people love to play, and considering that the number of Welji people in the club has begun to take advantage, Xiong Xiong has to quickly establish a good relationship with Welji's escort girls!
The latter is because "The Book of Rakmir" has a very high status in the occult circles of Utopia.
The price is also very unfriendly, but it is a must to buy a volume and take it back to the association, because the Book of Lakmere can provide a lot of occult knowledge, as well as common crab legs identification methods, and more importantly, it can
Greatly increase the upper and lower limits for newcomers.
There are very few purchasing channels, as can be seen from the number of releases.
First edition, 26 copies.
Kra version, 71 copies. (castrated version)
1477 edition, 82 copies. (The castrated edition of the castrated edition)
1629 edition, 18 copies. (castrated, but not completely castrated edition)
1768-Judu edition, 15 copies. (The castrated edition of the castrated edition)
It can be said that this kind of precious book, which is like a dragon-slaying skill in Utopia, has a terrible curse. Almost every publisher willing to publish it will end up bankrupt and dead. Even the captain of the giant city curses it.
The everlasting curse... rarity also brings about an expansion in value.
It was among the rare books Gwen learned about recently.
Therefore, I don’t think Curse Blade can handle this matter at all. This is no longer something that can be purchased with bullets. It has something to do with the channel.
But the cursed blade seemed to be playing tricks, and nodded coldly:
"Well, I'll see if I can buy it in my channel..."
"It's best to buy it." Gray Tower seemed to be more responsible than Curse Blade in this regard, "...we can recruit a few more good players to our number, and then we can apply to be independent from secret reconnaissance. By then we will be a complete team.
A small society does not need to be constrained by secret intelligence in many aspects... It's not that they are bad, but our group only received a little compensation when we escaped last time."
"After all, secret intelligence is very loose, but you are right. Being able to break away and maintain a good relationship is much more reliable than it is now."
Curse Blade said and looked at Gwen.
"And you?"
Gwen said according to her own needs:
"Then I need Blue Face Silver, channels, information or secret rooms and tunnels in the wild where monsters are hidden. I want any news about Blue Face Silver."
It is not practical to buy it directly, and the price of blue-faced silver is simply unaffordable.
Then it’s better to engage in ‘sideline production’
…………
The RV is very spacious, enough for three people.
There are two floors inside, the first floor and a couch that can be used as a bed. The second floor is naturally reserved for Gwen. He is the smallest, and the relatively small sleeping space on the second floor is enough for him.
The first floor is the cursed blade. Ms. Squirrel Ears is a lady after all, so she can't sleep on the sofa. As for Xiong Xiong, it's a pity that he can't sleep on the floor. It would be better if the rabbit is here.
There is also a small hall in the RV, which is very small. It feels like a booth in an ordinary family-style fast food restaurant, and it feels a bit like a rented hall in an Internet cafe. Domestic water and food need to be purchased along the road.
These are rare life experiences.
Therefore, Gwen patiently followed Hui Ta to buy daily necessities bit by bit.
The first is water. Pure water is not expensive on Utopia. This seems to be different from the transactions in many doomsday-themed novels, but there is a reason. First of all, there are many lakes on Utopia itself because of the "boiler room"
It appears, so the water inside is all distilled water grade... and is naturally warm. Secondly, Utopia has an incredible water circulation system, which can be found in almost every train.
It only took fifteen rounds of water to exchange for enough water for three people to take turns taking a bath and drink a bucket-level amount of water in one night.
It's probably a water tank truck about three meters long and two meters high.
Just connect the water tank truck to the RV, and then connect the five water pipes marked with different locations.
This seems faster than connecting to a computer.
Then there is the air purifier. Utopia's air purifier can provide a magical-looking transparent bubble, continuously providing purified air inside, and at the same time, it is also responsible for the function of providing oxygen under extreme conditions.
Utopia occasionally lacks oxygen because there are areas with particularly high altitudes above it. At the same time, there are also places with relatively high altitudes in the sea of illusion that Utopia sails on. Where does this endless railway lead to, or is it another cycle? No one can
Answering and creating [Second Utopia] is also the dream of many people.
This thing is a small round ball one meter high and one meter long. It has a simple wheel chassis design underneath. It is also the same size and can be connected to the car.
After connecting these two things.
Only then did Gwen realize that this was about to become a train!
The Utopian people's love for trains is indeed not without reason.
"Okay, this is basically enough for us for two days. If it's not done tomorrow, we'll just go and refill the water." Huita looked relaxed.
Great, our RV has turned into a train, with two carriages... Gwen thought so, took off her coat and hung it in the small cloakroom, kicked off her boat shoes at the same time, and quickly climbed up to the second floor of the RV.
On the bed board which was not soft but still comfortable, I took off my socks and rubbed my ankles.
The hidden wounds left by the previous fight with Li Qi?
Gwen didn't want to admit that she had too much fun with the Curse Blade and sprained it while dancing.
He quietly inspired the princess who had fire in her eyes, used the warm source of energy to heal herself, and then drank the internal medicine given by Hua Hua to treat bruises, and felt the body's repair comfortably.
"Gwen?" Huita's voice sounded.
"Huh?" Gwen put down her book, stuck her head out, and saw Hui Ta turning on the TV on the sofa... Yes, Utopia also has a TV, but it requires a particularly large signal pot to use it.
What an amazing technology...
Well……
It seemed like... Gwen was watching the football game on TV, and he roughly knew what Huita wanted to ask, but he still didn't act like he knew. Sometimes when people get along with each other, they shouldn't be so shrewd and clever.
There are many places in this world where you can show your intelligence and agility, so imitate the gentlemanly, elegant and agile 1984 version of Sherlock. Don’t imitate the 2010 version, which of course is not the 2010 version.
Not good, but not that Sherlock Holmes.
He wanted to ask me if I would watch the hometown team play...
"Today we have the Abandoned City Maggi team versus the Abandoned City Archipelago team, a strong civil war."
Huita put his hands on his belly, like a greasy version of Cat Lantern: "There is also a match between the Homecoming Heavy Artillery Team and the Homecoming Shotgun Team. Which one do you want to watch?"
Since Xiong Xiong is a pure country bumpkin, he must want to see the fellow countrymen kicking the returnees.
Although Gwen wanted to see the world's top team*, considering the relationship between colleagues, he pretended to think about it:
"Look at the fellow countrymen."
*The Judu-class trains are always the most diogic. Their size can even allow fellow villagers and returnees to ride on them together with all the transition trains in between, and they will look like a small carriage on a township-class train. Such a large train
It’s not surprising that the size and all the facilities are top-notch. On the township-level trains, it’s like Japan and Smecta. On the metropolitan-level trains, it’s like playing football in the Premier League and La Liga. By the way, O Football Association
It’s not even worthy of being kicked on a station-level train.
"Oh?" Xiong's voice became louder.
Gwen put one hand on her face, smiled, and blinked her left eye: "I remember that the fellow team is a strong team, and it is also considered my home team, right? After all, the main formation point of the mind flayer monster story is here."
"Ah, that's right!" Hui Ta suddenly became closer to him. Although he was not born on the Laoxiangren train, he has a lot of fate with the Laoxianren train and studied here. It can be said that he is a complete fellow.
What a country bumpkin."
He quickly switched the TV to the corresponding channel.
He keeps talking: "Heavy Artillery ranks 11th in Utopia this year, one place short of entering the points area."
"I don't pay much attention to football. What is the points area?"
"Oh, the points area is for teams ranked 1-10. They can get a lot of points. The points are used to select the 'Utopia Championship Team'. Generally speaking, the top 12 can enter, but the stable ones in the points area can advance.
Come on, heavy artillery!"
When it comes to football, this bear seems to have endless motivation.
Gwen moved the pillow over, leaned on it, and watched the game comfortably. At the same time, he placed the unfinished book on the inward side of his body that Gray Tower could not see, and read through it gently. If he is not doing two things at once,
If so, his efficiency will be reduced.
"Speaking of the cursed blade?"
"She said she had something to do, and she would bring us some supper when she came back. She also wanted to watch the football match... After the heavy artillery kick tonight, there are still two games against Judu, which are the highlights, but damn, it's so unfair!
"
"how?"
"The team of one of the giant cities, [Kingdu], is composed mainly of Wilgie..."
"Then?"
"Welgies can directly book the most comfortable early morning game! But our team from Shade can only play the most tiring afternoon game!"
"There's nothing we can do about it."
Gwen couldn't say anything useful to comfort Bear, that class existed, and at the top were cats.
…………
It's a cafe ten minutes' walk from the RV.
The cursed blade is waiting for someone to arrive.
She looked down at her watch, showed a slightly crazy smile, picked up the cup, and took a sip of the warm coffee.
This black and rich drink comes from some seeds brought by the cat lanterns. The scholars of Longbao struck up a conversation with a giant cat lantern and asked the other party to "introduce coffee seeds into the inventory." Although
It cost a lot of money, but this kind of refreshing drink suitable for the source of power has taken root in Utopia.
Cursed Blade breathed a sigh of relief and saw the door open, knowing that his boss was here.
The stuck click indicates that her recent business has not been going well...
Well, it seems that he is still very powerful, and he wants to use his momentum to suppress me so that I can give better information...
That's right, I can understand it too...
After all, he was the 'junior boss' who had just taken over the intelligence network for just two years... Curse Blade pursed his lips and smiled, holding the coffee in both hands and taking another sip.
Squeak.
The stool opposite her was pulled away.
A petite figure sat on it.
Ron is a person who can only be described as a 'girl'. She has golden hair and green eyes, and a childish face with a silent and indifferent expression. She is neatly dressed in a shirt and trousers.
, wearing a military coat.
She seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
He sat down with a cup of coffee.
At the same time, the customers in the coffee shop had finished leaving without realizing it.
The clerk and store owner have already walked out of the door, appearing to be cleaning the door, but actually guarding the door.
The only ones left in the store are Curse Blade and this girl.
"..."
Both of them were silent, waiting for the other to speak first.
And Curse Blade's prediction was accurate.
The girl in front of her was indeed a little out of sorts.
"The fixed time for handing over intelligence has not come yet, and the college still needs you to lurk with the authorities."
The academy is the name and self-proclaimed name of this force, and it is also one of the forces served by Curse Blade...
one.
There are many people that Curse Blade serves, but she prefers to deal with the academy. Not only because they give out bullets readily, small boxes of oil and clay, source gold... they will even consider giving them at discretion. They are generous, and
Not to mention the offensive idea of 'I have to see where my information goes down the line to find information'.
Looking for information is such a vulgar thing.
Cursed Blade thought it would be better to leave it to a rough guy like himself. The boss should wait for the information calmly and not interfere with the experts' work.
Isn't it good for everyone to perform their duties in this way?
But there are always people who don't understand... She laughed softly.
"It's not fixed information, but some information about ghost stories. One of the 'Three Strange Stories from Hometown and Hometown' that you are most concerned about. Oh, there is also bonus information."
"Are the three monsters talking about information?"
The girl's eyes suddenly lit up and her mood became very good.
"The academy has always been short of suitable source warriors. Although our scholars are no worse than other places, their understanding of combat... is difficult to describe. If we can seek help from Kaitan, we can effectively increase our strength!"
How else can I say that I am young and inexperienced?
Cursed Blade smiled softly. She had collected three pieces of information related to ghost stories. She originally thought, 'Would one piece not satisfy their appetite?', but she didn't expect that the people in the academy really don't know how to negotiate, so she
Without saying a word, he reduced the bottom line in his mind from 'two pieces of information' to 'one piece of information'.
“The price is still the same as before?”
"Come as usual, if the results are obvious, the college will also give you reward funds." The girl patted her chest, "I guarantee it in the name of Castria."
"ks, ks, don't be so serious, I just want normal remuneration. I'm not a member of your research group, so you don't need to give me extra bonuses..."
"..."
Only when ks realized what he had done, he immediately returned to his serious expression with a puffy face.
After Curse Blade received a satisfactory reward, he handed over the information he obtained.
What she handed over was information about the murderer in the fog.
There is no obvious difference between the three popular ghost stories derived from Shuangxiang in terms of real strength. They are all three-in-one deluxe version of the so-called "concept + entity + virtual body". To put it simply:
They can consider conceptual things when killing people, such as 'in the fog', 'in an uninhabited corner', 'in the rain', etc.
It can also be possessed personally, controlling a body and killing like crazy.
It could even be that something was triggered and it was summoned to become an evil spirit-like creature.
The reason why Curse Blade chose the Mist Killer is very simple. The element of fog is much smaller than rain, so Rainy Night Butcher is more suitable. The students themselves are quite powerful, and Curse Blade doesn't want to strengthen them too much.
The purpose of strengthening the academy is to increase Dragon Castle's investment in its informants.
As Longbao and the academy are in a direct competitive relationship, the strength of the two must reach a balance.
not to mention.
It's even more incredible when Curblade discovers that the cute mind flayer in his group is very interested in Rainy Night Butcher.
I had no ability or opportunity before.
Curse Blade cannot do such a thing as "investing in a strange story". But now, a perfect mind flayer form has appeared. Not only is it a rare commodity to cultivate, it is at least to the extent that it can compete with Longyan.
She was convinced.
Gwen is a perfect mind flayer template.
Many source power envoys seeking the power of the Mind Flayer have made a fatal mistake, that is, "crazily exploiting the obtained Mind Flayer source power". This is meaningless and absolutely wrong...
Cursed Blade still remembers the words about the strange experiment recorded in the secret book he holds:
"Advanced ghost stories require a good foundation. When the foundation is laid, the source of ghost stories will be continuously replenished."
The physical quality and foundation of these mortal bones are far inferior to Gwen.
