Non-human Gene Complex

Going to Mexico with a normal visa, I'm afraid that when they arrive in Mexico, Alan's body will be rotten.

So if you want to get there as soon as possible, you can only rely on smuggling.

Lan Mu and Nidalee have nothing to do with smuggling, so they can only leave it to Fang Moqi to find a solution, while Fang Moqi can only go to old man Li.

Because he had already found a way out, old man Li prepared a stowaway boat for them at sea, so they boarded the boat and went to sea at dusk that day. Arrived in Mexico the next morning, what a speed!

Although old man Li is a deaf-mute, he used to be the overlord of one party, and now he is also a local snake, especially in the aspect of smuggling.

On the eighth day of the interval after the Lanmu Balrog, which is October 1st, the National Day, they came to the door of a remote hotel in Mexico City.

Is this it? Lan Mu didn't know Spanish, so he could only ask Nidalee.

Nidalee's uncle could not be found without Nidalee, so they had to take Nidalee's oil bottle.

That's it! Smile Hotel, I've seen photos...but I haven't been here, so I don't know where he is. Nidalee said awkwardly, And I don't understand Spanish.

Fang Moqi smiled and said, What's your uncle's name? What does he look like?

My uncle's name is Dungal! He is serious and indifferent, as if he doesn't care about anything. I can't say what he looks like now, but I will recognize him when I see him! Nidalee said.

Okay... Fang Moqi walked into the hotel and communicated directly with the front desk in Spanish.

He chatted and laughed with the woman at the front desk, and finally the woman pointed to the stairs, and Fang Moqi came back with a smile and nodded.

The question came out. He's in the casino on the second floor underground. Let's go! Let's go find him.

Lan Mu followed him blankly, Fang Moqi was too good, he felt like he could speak any language.

Not to mention Chinese and English. Last time he was in Malay, he could speak the aboriginal language with the local aborigines, and he could also speak Malay. When he came to the United States, he could still speak neighborhood English with black people, with an authentic accent, and now he speaks Spanish in Mexico, and he slipped to nowhere.

How many languages ​​do you know?

Fang Moqi was taken aback, thought for a while and said: I really haven't counted it. I have traveled all over the years, I have been everywhere, and I have learned a lot of languages. I can't count them myself.

Lan Mu was shocked. There are so many languages ​​that he can't count them. You can't speak all the languages ​​in the world, right?

The topic didn't continue, the three of them walked up the stairs and came to the second basement floor, where it really was a gambling house.

Two bearded beards blocked the door, chattering.

Fang Moqi stepped forward to negotiate, and after talking for a long time, finally he had no choice but to take out 600 US dollars, and then let him go.

The three of them went in to look for Dungar's trace. There were very few tables, and there were only five tables for people to gamble on.

The inside was filled with smoke, shouting in a hurry, and it looked like a low-level wild gambling house.

Nidalee searched for a long time, and finally let out a scream, pointing to a middle-aged man who was drinking and drinking on a gambling table in the corner.

uncle!

The man didn't respond at all, he stared at the dice cup while smoking a cigarette and shouted.

He's Deng Jia? Your uncle? Lan Mu asked in disbelief, pointing at the sloppy middle-aged man.

Nidalee also looked bewildered. The uncle in her impression was gentle and reasonable. Although he had a dull temperament, he would definitely not be this brutal and vulgar man who picked his feet.

Lan Mu and the others didn't meet him before, Nidalee was too familiar with his uncle, the person in front of him looked exactly like his uncle, but his temperament was completely different, it was simply earth-shaking!

Uncle Dungal... I'm Nidalee...

Nidalee tugged at Radengall's sleeve, which made him turn his head.

Huh? Nidalee! Why are you here? Dungal was also very surprised how his niece came to Mexico.

I... Nidalee was interrupted before explaining her purpose.

Wait a minute! Do you have any money? Lend me two hundred dollars to make up for it first! Deng Gal stretched out his left hand and said directly.

Huh? Nidalee was speechless, dumbfounded.

It was Fang Moqi who took out his wallet and gave two hundred dollars.

After receiving the money, Deng Jia slapped it on the table and shouted: All in! You have the guts to make another move!

The dice cup is uncovered, big! Dungal happily collected the money.

Lan Mu frowned, and looked at Fang Moqi in blank dismay. They were pressed for time, so they couldn't sit here and watch him play dice.

Fang Moqi patted Deng Gaal on the shoulder and said, Mr. Deng Gaal, stop playing! We need your help...

My luck just came back! I'm about to get my money back! Deng Jia said unwillingly.

Lan Mu added: It's about the secret of the Wallfacer, Alan will die if it's later!

Dungal was taken aback, seeing Nidalee also nodded anxiously, so he stood up and said, No more! No more!

The four walked out of the casino and returned to the first floor, and Deng Gaal led the three into a broken room.

I saw Deng Jia open the drawer, suddenly took out a pistol, and pointed it at Lan Mu.

At the same time, he pulled Nidalee to his side and cursed, What the hell is going on?

Unexpectedly, Nidalee pressed Dungal's hand directly and shouted: Don't point at my idol!

Huh? Dungar was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he know that Nidalee was not held hostage.

Lan Mu smiled and said: Don't get me wrong, we are here to help the Glamorgan family.

Alan, the Wallfacer of this generation, has been kidnapped by Paul, and he should reach the so-called Golden City now.

We need you to lead the way to the Golden City to find Paul and rescue Alan.

Deng Jia asked: ...How do you know so much? Alan is really worrying! I'm already retired and still get into trouble.

Let me say it! Fang Moqi stepped forward and began to explain.

He explained everything back and forth, including the infighting of the Gates family, how they learned about the Wallfacer from Eredar, and how Paul held Alan hostage for the safety of the Glamorgan family. How failed.

Fang Moqi's words were as concise as possible, and he didn't say a word that shouldn't be said, Deng Jia soon understood.

The Gates family...has it fallen to this level?

You said that your purpose was to kill Paul, but why should I believe you? Deng Gal tilted his head and said.

Eh? Nidalee can testify! We really want to rescue Alan! Fang Moqi said in surprise.

Nidalee also persuaded: Uncle! Let's lead the way! They are good people and you can definitely trust them!

Dungal stroked Nidalee's head and said, Pure Nidalee...no one in this world can be absolutely trusted!

Even relatives are the same! Isn't the Gates family killing each other for the sake of the Golden City?

Their origins are unknown. Who knows what kind of purpose they have in mind? There are not many people in this world who can adhere to the so-called morality under the temptation of wealth.

Nidalee was speechless, and Dungal didn't believe Fang Moqi and the others at all.

Lan Mu said coldly: As far as I know, Wallfacers should stay away from the temptations of society and keep the most pure beliefs. But after you retire, you will become a bad gambler in just a few years, sticking to the Qingxiu for decades. Be broken, or become secular.

But even so, have you ever used the wealth of the Golden City?

Deng Jia said with a hey, No...you're so fucking useless!

I have been to Sivora with my own eyes, and I have seen the seven golden cities! But I have not touched the wealth inside...

Over the years, I have tried several times to break my vows and go to Sivola, but in the end I have repressed it.

The wealth there is frighteningly large. If you see it, it is impossible not to keep it for yourself.

Lan Mu frowned and said, You don't trust us... don't you want to save Alan?

The Gates family has broken their oath. Paul will definitely take people to dig. How many people there can resist the temptation?

No matter who survives to the end, whoever gets the Golden City will definitely kill Alan! He is your nephew!

Deng Jia laughed and said, I didn't say no!

If you want me to lead the way, you can...

Give me ten million dollars first!

Lan Mu was dumbfounded: Huh?

Fake! Do you want someone to lead the way if you don't have money?

Seeing Deng Jia's philistine appearance, Lan Mu couldn't turn the corner for a long time.

Deng Jia laughed and said, When you see the Golden City, I don't believe you won't be tempted.

I just need a non-binding promise now...

You must guarantee the lives of the members of the Glamorgan family...

Although the promise is useless, I only want 10 million. Compared with the Golden City, such a small amount of money is not even a hair.

As long as you rescue Alan, the entire Golden City belongs to you, and our Glamorgan family doesn't need a single person.

Fang Moqi smiled and said, We'll give you the money after that.

No! Give it now! Dungal said firmly.

But we don't have that much money! Fang Moqi smiled wryly.

He spent nearly two million dollars on the trip to the United States, which is almost 90% of his property.

Of the rest of the property, he did have 10 million, but it was soft sister coins.

Is 10 million Ruanmei coins okay? Fang Moqi asked tentatively.

How much is that in dollars?

About more than one and a half million dollars.

Okay! One and a half million is one and a half million! It's a deal! Deng Jia shouted hastily when he heard that there was one and a half million.

Lan Mu and Fang Moqi were both stunned, seeing him talking about money, dumbfounded.

Do you want to cut the price so neatly?

Were you really a Wallfacer before?