“Have you ever seen Energy City at four in the morning?”
Chen Mo's question shocked Sloan. He was familiar with this sentence, but he didn't know where the Energy City was, so he could only use his own tactics.
"Who are you?"
"I am the messenger who is here to send you to the resurrection match!"
Chen Mo smiled slightly, then while turning the saber in his hand, he came to the Destiny Loom. At this moment, the machine was still operating. Cotton yarns were fed into the machine, and then turned into a piece of pure white cotton cloth.
Every ten meters or so on the cotton cloth, something inconspicuous like a symbol mark would appear. This was the list of looms. Chen Mo cut out the piece of cotton cloth, then threw it to the cross and asked him to translate it.
one time.
"There's a name on it called Steve Rogers!"
Cross looked strange because that was the pseudonym Chen Mo told him.
"Obviously it's not me, actually my real name is Tony Stark!"
Chen Mo pouted, took out a lighter, and burned the cotton cloth.
Then he followed the system's prompts and put his hand on the loom, and then the loom began to click and shake as if it was having an orgasm.
The assassins were stunned and couldn't figure out what happened.
Then it was as if the wind was blowing. A strong wind rushed in, making people unable to open their eyes. The strong wind seemed to be gradually dyed and became visible to the naked eye. Moreover, these strong winds also turned into a whirlpool, a
Pour it into the loom bit by bit.
Chen Mo's painting style on the side was even more horrifying. A ray of holy light enveloped him. Several weapons hanging on Chen Mo's body began to respond to the holy light. Rays of light surrounded him, and it seemed that he could even hear the sound of the holy light.
Sounds of praise.
Chen Mo was still concentrating on the recycling work. The magic power of the ribbon on the Destiny Loom convinced him that this world was not normal. After entangled with the magic power, Chen Mo also learned some information.
Is it the intersection of heaven and earth, or is it the Wild Hunt that takes the blame? When the planes came into contact a long time ago, this world was injected with some magic. The Loom of Destiny used to be an item of a witch, but due to some circumstances, it appeared in
In this world, the original function of the loom was to record every passer-by who appeared in the witch's life, but here, it has become a murderous weapon that takes people's lives according to their names.
So, for some things it’s better to read the manual!
The trembling of the fate loom continued, and several assassins began to kneel down involuntarily, especially old man Sloan. He usually used the name of fate to assign private jobs to his subordinates and throw them into his yard.
The trashy naughty kid and the policeman who posted the ticket on the car were all sent to play poker with fate by Sloan.
I thought this thing was just a broken machine with something wrong, but I didn't expect it to offend someone who shouldn't be offended. At this moment, the old man's face was still frighteningly dark, and Firefox had already begun to cover his mouth with tears.
As the vortex grew larger and larger, a ripple in space slowly appeared at the location of the loom. Then the ripple turned into a whirlpool, swallowing the entire loom, and then all the strong wind and light disappeared in an instant.
With a bang, Sloan squeezed Wesley out of the way and started kowtowing to Chen Mo. He didn't have much time left. He originally thought that he had donated money to the church all his life and would go to heaven when he died. But now, I'm afraid he won't even be able to go to heaven.
Even the gates of hell cannot be entered!
"Sir, I am guilty! I have accumulated a little savings over the years, and I want to donate all of it to you!"
Sloan burst into tears, crying like an eighty-year-old child. While crying, he confessed to Chen Mo.
"It's okay, it's okay. If you make a mistake, admit it and correct it if you know it. This is how you are a good boy! Where have you hidden all those savings?"
Chen Mo patted the other party's shoulder.
Then the crying stopped suddenly.
"I'll take you to see it now!"
Chen Mo waved his hand and motioned for everyone to follow him. Sloan led everyone to the basement and opened the vault. It was full of gold, silver and jewelry. These were all hard currencies that Sloan had saved over decades. In addition,
There are also various real estate title funds, which amount to hundreds of millions at least.
"Well, I'll accept the gold and silver. After all, I sometimes need them for business trips. As for the other things, you can donate them to orphanages or something!"
"Okay, okay, I will definitely do it!"
Then Sloan leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"So, sir, what did I do before?"
"Don't worry, I've already told the old man, you go see him and talk to him and everything will be fine!"
Chen Mo patted his chest and said generously.
Sloan believed it, but he didn't understand one thing.
"Then how do I go to see his old man?"
"This is easy!"
Chen Mo nodded to Firefox, who understood clearly and shot Sloan through the middle of his eyebrow. Wesley was so frightened that he ran back and was stunned.
"Didn't you say that all his sins have been cleared away?"
"Yes, so I sent him to meet with the big boss for an interview. Do you want to go too?"
All the assassins shook their heads wildly, but Firefox nodded firmly.
"What are you going to do? Are you worthy? Heaven doesn't want you poor devils!"
Chen Mo waved his hands in disgust, telling them to get out.
"Remember, if you do business in the future, you will do business. If you do business in the name of your faith, you won't be a good person like me!"
If the two assassins who were passers-by were granted amnesty, they immediately expressed that they would do good deeds and praise the name of the Lord in the future.
Only Cross, his son, and Firefox remained where they were with complicated expressions.
"The finishing touches here are left to you!"
Chen Mo patted the dirt on his hat and was about to leave, but was stopped by Firefox again.
"Where are my sins?"
"Sloan has already paid it back for you. Maybe he is already playing in the playoffs now. If you have nothing to do, go and mess with Wesley. I have to go back to work!"
Watching Chen Mo leave, Firefox fell into Wesley's arms and burst into tears, while Cross was frantically putting cash into his bag. The textile factory was gone. Let's take the money and run to Northern Europe to become rich!
While the three of them were busy doing their own thing, Chen Mo suddenly turned back and shouted loudly.
"Wesley, I really liked the way you were slapping your female colleague's butt while pulling her hair that day, keep it up!"
Wesley's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
"She took off her clothes first, I..."
However, Firefox didn't listen at all. After knocking Wesley down with his vaginal leg, he helped the cross work.
The latter gave Firefox a thumbs up in appreciation. Finally, after the three rolled up a truck full of sacks, they burned the textile factory to the ground and disappeared into the vast crowds of New York.
