"I sent Qiu Zhe there. It's not surprising that Peng Si can guess what I mean." Ai Liang frowned slightly:
"What do you mean by taking away Nie Yi?"
The black windbreaker looked at the boss in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded: "Nie Yi knows everything about the sixth floor..."
Ai Liang turned to look at the black trench coat, staring at the bodyguard with a murderous look on his face, and chuckled.
The black windbreaker quickly stopped talking and stepped aside... He realized that he had talked too much. How could the boss not think of such a simple thing?
"Nie Yi was originally one of his, he arranged to come here..." Ai Liang did not hide anything, and said openly: "He took Nie Yi away just to demonstrate to me."
"It's nothing more than adding another trump card that worries me..."
After speaking, he looked around at the confidants around them:
"Do you really want to snatch the person back now?"
No one spoke, but the bodyguards had already answered the question with their expressions, and some were even preparing to go out and call someone.
Ai Liang raised his hand to interrupt and suddenly smiled:
"Brother Pence is really interesting. Why didn't I notice that he had this kind of calculation before... Without this, I would be a little worried, fearing that he wouldn't be able to defeat Maeve Freitas."
...all the bodyguards looked at each other, not knowing why.
…
Rodman Mansion, study.
After returning "home", Mu Bo asked the housekeeper to arrange the board and lodging for Nie Yi and Qiu Zhe, then drove everyone out of the study and locked the door tightly.
Before Nie Yi left, he reluctantly glanced at Mo Zhi, but he cruelly ignored him...
Open the "hidden" brooch and then take out the iron box in the warehouse.
The bright light suddenly brightened the entire study. Fortunately, the curtains were closed, otherwise people would definitely notice something unusual.
Recalling the process of Madam Catherine making the contract items, Mo Zhi first placed three silver rings on the table and fused the Source Stones one by one.
This is my first time doing it myself...
It feels very magical... When the symbol source is injected, the light of the source stone becomes even brighter, like a small sun, emitting majestic light.
When the Source Stone touches the ring, a slight "ding" sound can be heard, as if a stone thrown into a calm lake instantly disappears inside the ring, as if it has traveled to another time and space.
The three "communication" rings incorporate a total of twenty-one source stones.
I tried it and it worked, no problem at all.
Then, Mo Zhi took out the gloves and placed them on the table...
This was originally a pair of very lightweight thin gloves made of cooked cowhide. The finger-exposed style was quite new in this world...
Thunderbolt gloves, I also want to have a pair of Thunderbolt pants! Suddenly, I remembered Lao Guo's joke and almost laughed out loud.
After thinking about it, he confirmed that gloves are the best choice for contract items because they can be controlled by hand and are very flexible... The "shield" on his left hand has verified this.
The process of fusing the words of orange-level source stone to "extend" is almost the same, but the orange-level source stone is obviously more radiant.
After the light dissipated and the gloves returned to normal, he made a simple comparison...
They all look like ordinary gloves. The color of the "shield" glove on the left hand seems to have become lighter, while the "extension" on the right hand has become a lot darker, making it look even deeper.
After giving it a try, Mo Zhi finally understood the meaning of the word "extension"...
What extends is the distance to control the symbol source... Without any help, Mu Zhi can control the symbol source close to about two meters with his hands... This is the result of recent continuous training, because initially he can only control meters.
With the help of the "Extended" gloves, Mo Bu found that this distance had been greatly extended, and could easily reach 6 or 7 meters. Sitting on a chair, he could almost let the symbol flow to the study door...
What a good thing!
Mo Zhi was pleasantly surprised by such a large increase.
You basically don’t have to worry about the distance. Under normal circumstances, the target has a very small probability of being 7 meters away from you... Moreover, if the target is really that far away from you, there will be problems with paying the price.
The last set of source stones is the word "precision" of the source of symbols!
Through the name, Mu Zhi can also guess the function of this symbol source language... it is nothing more than more precise, such as... getting pregnant in one shot.
If a man has this contract ability, it is estimated that in a hundred years, his descendants will be able to rule the continent of Rodinia, and then everyone will collectively worship their ancestor and make him a legendary hot male prostitute...
Ha... I always feel that my thinking is influenced by suspense channels in the past, and it is deviant... Well, that must be the case!
After thinking wildly for a while, Mo Zhi took out the pistol issued by the Supervision Office...
After some operation...the "precision" pistol was born.
When I have time, go to the shooting range on the basement floor of the Inspectorate to try out its power... Mozhu rubbed the pistol that exuded a sense of mystery and thought to himself.
He didn't have the words to eliminate the source of the sound, so he didn't dare to shoot in the study.
There are some other useful things in the warehouse, including the submachine gun that was seized from Pence Rodman. However, the bullet type does not match the standard pistol issued by the Inspectorate. There is only half a magazine and a dozen bullets left.
………
The phone rings.
Krisna wiped her wet hair and answered the phone.
"Qidian Novel Company?" A steady and familiar voice came from the microphone: "I want to submit internally, please leave an email address for Editor Man."
He Man smiled knowingly... Needless to say, Mr. Shen was on the other side of the phone.
However, she liked this serious joke very much and replied:
"The 10,000-word chapter will start with an outline, and we will reply every Friday whether to sign in or not."
"Is this the case for female channels too?" The voice on the microphone was a little unexpected, but still steady.
"Of course..." Krisna chuckled.
"Okay... 10,000 words is too much, so I won't write it anymore. After all, writing a novel is a dead end." Laughter also came from the microphone.
After the atmosphere became relaxed, Mo Zhi said:
"The contract items are made..."
"So fast?" Krisna was stunned for a moment.
...After a few days of training, she already has some understanding of contract items, and also knows that Pandora blocks the circulation of Source Stone;
The Dongcheng City Public Security Bureau secretly opened an Originium trading place... Mr. Shen is also a member of the Public Security Department? The Silver Hand of the Public Security Department?
Otherwise, it doesn't make sense to get the Origin Stone so quickly...
"I'll send it to you, and you can find a way to give it to Ouyang Ao." The voice on the microphone interrupted Krisna's thoughts.
Ouyang Ao is easy to talk to and has sent anonymous letters... Krisna hasn't fully recovered yet.
"So...please give me your address."
"Oh~oh~" she quickly agreed...
At this moment, she suddenly remembered to leave her address, but her address and name would be exposed... However, there was nothing she could do about it. Even Ouyang Ao could easily find her.
"The address is Dongcheng Public Security Bureau, Krisna..." Krisna put the unreasonable worries out of her mind and summoned up the courage to say.
The person on the other side of the phone repeated it several times, but still gave a kind reminder:
"The symbol source will fluctuate when used, so...be careful not to let other contractors discover it."
"You have just awakened, right? You should have a contractor mentor. Well, also, you are in the Silver Hand, and you are surrounded by contractors..."
Krisna's heart suddenly warmed up... Mr. Shen on the phone was also someone who had traveled through time at about the same time, but he seemed to be very experienced and thoughtful, and he could put himself in his shoes and analyze the situation around him...
This is a sense of security that I rarely get after traveling through time.
"Hey, are you listening?" Because Krisna was silent, another question came from the phone.
"Yes." She replied quickly.
"Send it early tomorrow morning. It should take two days to reach you. There is no smooth wind in this world, so we can only go through the official post office..."
"Ok, no problem."
After the official conversation was over, the other side of the phone was silent for a while and asked: "He Man, what do you think of Silver Hand?"
"Not very good..." Seeing Mr. Shen ask this, the suppressed dissatisfaction in Krisna's heart burst instantly...
"They didn't know where they knew I was awakened, and they forced me to join... They couldn't even quit."
"The entire Silver Hand... doesn't seem to have a single good person! They are all people who have not passed the assessment of the Public Security Department. Their quality is not even comparable to that of ordinary security officers. They are more like an organization of gangsters and weirdos..."
"I have been joining for many days... However, I am a newcomer. I have been training in the office during this period and have been taught a lot about the contractor world..."
The incessant talk full of anger made the person on the other end of the phone stunned.
It seems that I am not that familiar with He Man. It is like exchanging bitter feelings between old friends... It is not good to have a superficial friendship, Miss He Man, no, Miss Krisna... you still have to be a little reserved like a time traveler!
Hearing a lot of personal feelings coming from the phone, Mo Zhi smiled and said:
"It's getting late."
"After receiving the contract items, you can contact us at any time."
Krisna finally stopped speaking in time...
However, she was in a good mood after venting her pent-up worries and whispered into the phone:
"Good night."
…
After hanging up the phone, Mu Zhi had more guesses about Silver Hand.
The so-called Silver Hand should not be a selection of awakened contractors among the security officers. The insufficient number is a main reason... Therefore, the Silver Hand formed by the Public Security Department should be some people recruited from the contractor world. According to He Man
description, I am afraid that there are many exiled contractors among them, these people are outside the order of the Supervisory Office...
For example, he killed the pretentious Bertel... This is in line with the above guess.
The federal government is really going to any lengths to get involved in the Contractor world... Krisna is still just a newcomer and doesn't understand many situations... However... she can be trained as an informant and asked to provide internal information about the Silver Hand...
…
The next day, Mo Zhi had just finished washing up and putting on his mask again when he heard a knock on the study door.
Opening the door, it was the housekeeper Lotta. Unexpectedly, he had learned his name from the employment contract in the study last night.
Surprisingly, there were Nie Yi and Qiu Zhe standing behind Luo Ta. It looked like it was their first day of "work" and they were waiting outside the door very early... Nie Yi's eyes were still shining, as if they were interested in them.
I am very satisfied with my life after leaving Xinglong Villa.
"Sir, it's breakfast time." Lotta said respectfully.
"Yes!" Mo Zhi responded without any emotion, handed the iron box in his hand to Qiu Zhe, and ordered: "Send it to the address above."
After that, he asked the butler: "Zhan Ning is also dining?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's go!" Mo Zhi responded.
Pence Rodman’s wife...you can go and have a chat with her for a while! Unfortunately, she looks too good for the audience...
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Let’s update it first today, I need to sort out the details.
