Food Hunter

Is it a special case...

The person in charge squinted his eyes, thinking in his heart.

Or perhaps, reluctantly regard this phenomenon as an extraordinary talent?

Then, let’s make a conclusion?

If so arbitrary, wouldn't it be relaxed?

In the case of limited amount of information, if you go deeper into it, manpower, energy, and time will be allocated a large part of the score.

Then, there is no need to [delusion] too much, to simplify things from complexity and save a lot of work out of thin air.

If this is the case, then important information that has become an established fact has to be overturned.

There is no reason...

Thousands of words of thoughts turned into a pool of muddy water in the belly, and the person in charge had a pleasant smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the soldier who might be a [extremely talented] soldier.

"You are very good."

A heartfelt compliment made the soldiers suddenly full of strength.

"keep it up."

Immediately after finishing with a sentence of official speech, the person in charge handed over the on-site work to the subordinates without any muddle, and then took the two to the office.

After all, the person in charge still cannot treat this [phenomenon] as a special case, which means that a lot of work will be added next.

Of course, he can also irresponsibly summarize this incident as accidental, so as to reduce the content of subsequent work that may be wasted.

But he still couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart.

Maybe, that's why he sits in this seat.

.............

Somewhere in the wilderness, a black truck was driving on a bumpy mountain road where the footprints could still be seen.

The weeds on the roadside grew too luxuriantly, spreading to the center of the mountain road, and a large area was crushed by the passing trucks.

In the cab, the middle-aged driver who drove was cursing, his mouth was like a machine gun. From the moment he drove to this mountain road, he never stopped cursing from beginning to end.

In the passenger seat was a young woman with dark glasses and light makeup.

"It's almost here, and you should stop the meeting."

Young woman looks at the big rusty iron gate at the end of the mountain road.

The middle-aged driver turned his head and glanced at the young woman, grinning and said: "Hey, I haven't seen you talk this way. I thought you might be a dumb. Fortunately, it is not, otherwise it is a pity."

A ray of killing intent suddenly seeped from the young woman's aura.

The middle-aged driver didn't care, he smiled and said, "Seeing you are very easy to get along with, why don't you join me?"

The young woman said angrily: "Go away."

"Okay."

The middle-aged driver opened the door when he heard the words and rolled out unreasonably.

The truck continued to move forward. The young woman looked at the middle-aged driver rolling to the side of the road through the rearview mirror. After coldly cursing an idiot, she moved to the driver's seat, lightly braked, and let the truck slowly pass through the rust. The iron gate then stopped in front of the air-raid shelter.

The air-raid shelter here has been abandoned for many years, and there are weeds in front of the entrance. At this time, you can't even see a single grass seed, and it has obviously been cleaned by people.

After parking the truck, the young woman opened the door and jumped to the ground.

Two burly men walked out of the air-raid shelter, and glanced over the spider tattoo on the young woman's neck.

One of the brawny men wondered: "Why are you the only one? What about Sika?"

"died."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

The expressions of the two strong men changed slightly, thinking that something happened on the way. If the location of the stronghold was exposed, it would not be good news.

"Sister, what is death? Do you understand what is a thousand years of scourge?"

At this time, the middle-aged driver protruded from the rear of the truck and walked slowly.

Looking at the middle-aged driver who was safe and sound, the two strong men felt relieved. They glanced suspiciously at the young woman, reminiscent of the middle-aged driver's character, and vaguely guessed something.

The young woman lightly glanced at the middle-aged driver, and after cursing secretly, she went straight into the air-raid shelter.

The middle-aged driver smiled and stared at the woman's writhing buttocks, blew a whistle, and patted one of the brawny men on the shoulder with a smile, "I will leave the unloading to you."

"To understanding."

The middle-aged driver nodded and walked towards the air-raid shelter.

After watching the middle-aged driver leave, the two strong men walked to the back of the truck and opened the door of the box swiftly.

The light penetrated into the carriage, revealing the piles of black rocks.

"Tsk, it's a good harvest."

Seeing the number of black stones in the carriage, the brawny man's eyes showed greed.

"Move quickly, there are still many things to do later."

The other strong man didn't think so much and started to unload the cargo.

In a room deep in the air-raid shelter, a man in a black suit sits on a sofa with his hands clasped on his lap.

A few meters in front of the man in the suit stood a sturdy man with a naked torso. A hideous spider pattern was tattooed on the high bulging abdominal muscles, which was very eye-catching.

The muscular man closed his eyes tightly, his thoughts rose like boiling water, and white smoke oozes from his shoulders.

After a long time, the muscular man slowly opened his eyes, and his boiling thoughts quieted down.

The man in a suit asked, "How do you feel?"

The muscular man looked down at his fist-shaped palm and grinned: "It works."

"Oh?"

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows, showing a faint smile, and said with satisfaction: "Very well, so it seems that in order to use Blackstone to'upgrade' to the second stage, will is also one of the indispensable prerequisites."

"Yes, will is more important than physique." The muscular man nodded his head heavily and said solemnly: "If you can try it out sooner, you won't have to lose so many brothers."

The man in the suit smiled and didn't say anything. He just picked up the can of beer on the table and threw it at the muscular man.

In his opinion, the people who failed to make it through were all **** who didn't deserve to have high-level power.

So, if you die, you die, there is nothing to be a pity.

The muscular man took the beer, directly poke a big hole with his thumb, and poured his head up.

After drinking, the muscular man squeezed the empty can into a pie shape, looked at the man in the suit, and calmly said: "Are the recent'capture operations' too frequent?"

"What? Are you scared?"

"It's a bit ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but it's not so much fear as it is worry."

"Ha ha……"

The man in the suit gave a low laugh, his eyes gleamed, and said lightly: "No need to be afraid, no need to worry, the so-called Disaster Department and the Ferry Bureau, how can they have spare time to take care of us now?"

"I hope so."

The muscular man walked to the sofa, bent over and picked up a can of beer.

The man in a suit looked at the beer cans lined up on the table and suddenly said, "Last night, I received a call from Wright."

"Wright? The one from the Northra Gang?" The muscular man stared.

"Well, it's here to talk about the deal, mostly because of his precious daughter's divination ability, which only made him know a little bit about it."

"transaction?"

The muscular man said with disdain: "Just relying on a mere Nosra Gang, what qualifications do you have to talk to us about a deal?"

The man in the suit shook his head and raised his eyes slightly, focusing on the spider tattoo on the muscular man’s abdominal muscles, and said seriously: "His daughter is called Nion, right? If nothing else, his divination ability is quite reliable. , And more..."

The man in the suit stretched out his palm and placed it on top of a can of beer, slowly exerting force, only to see that the beer sank slowly as if sinking into a quagmire, but within a few breaths, it completely [sinked] into the table.

"Don't forget, the people standing here are all in the same way..."

The muscular man couldn't help being silent.

Indeed, as the suit man said, the initial incentive for the creation of the new Mirage Brigade was the fanatics who highly praised the Phantom Brigade style.

And those people, without exception, are all underworld people.

Today, the world is in chaos, and it happens to be the right time for them to show their talents.

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