Abyss Express

"Mom, the battle group's staff officer is dead, will they cause trouble for you?"

Elena was still worried after the incident, worried about Glory's safety.

She only knew that the King of War was very capable. As for the consequences of killing the general staff of the war group and the hatred of those who would be provoked, Elena had no idea at all.

The big dye vat of society has changed this little girl beyond recognition. Even if her social circle is limited to Valhalla Palace, she knows that the first shot will kill the first bird. In the romantic field of the White Shark Club, no matter how outstanding the oiran is, You must also learn to build relationships, ask people to send gifts, exchange guest lists with sisters in a friendly manner, and have long-term beneficial exchanges. Only then can you successfully succeed in selling yourself into slavery.

"They don't like me." Glory answered truthfully: "After the gunsmith died, this relationship faded - I don't care about this friendship."

"Why?" Elena couldn't understand: "You are obviously protecting them. I have read your story. The gunsmith is my mother's brother, right? Do they only look up to men? Don't they like you as a woman?"

"It has nothing to do with men and women. Don't complicate simple things, Elena." Gloria explained while driving: "As the saying goes, there is nothing you can do without going to the Three Treasures Palace. Do you think I am still arrogant for a nameless person like me?" The ruthless Ouchi secret agent, I ran to the battle group for nothing, what good does it do to these soldiers? I went to sing and dance for them to boost their morale?"

Elena is a very smart girl and figured it out immediately: "You are going to the military camp, and they all have to be inspected in an upright manner. If they have evil intentions, you will drag them to the shooting range."

"That's right." Glory responded: "I will only bring casualties. With this set of inertial thinking - whichever battle group I go to, the brothers in that battle group will always find that their relatives and friends around them suddenly He turned into a heinous criminal, and it seems that I personally broke up the friendship between brothers and turned them against each other."

In these six years of expeditions, unless it was a big crisis between life and death, not many war groups regarded the War King as a benefactor, but instead became an enemy seeking credit. This is also related to the function of Glory's job title to eliminate evil - her killing efficiency is too high. Whether it is an enemy on the surface or an enemy hidden in the team, as long as evidence of crime is caught, they will be killed without mercy. .

"The gunsmith is different. Soldiers think the gunsmith is cute."

As mentioned before, the death of the gunsmith caused the Anonymous and the Chapter to separate, and soldiers in some places no longer accepted the dispatch of the Anonymous. Because the gunsmith never asked about the corruption issues within the Guangling Zhizhi, he left these issues to the think tank of Aohun Mingde. Not only that, the gunsmith will also make Morpho Clothes for the leaders of the war group. The soldiers adjusted their weapons, and he was also the teacher for most of the young reserve soldiers.

The father and son duo of Julian and Juselberg were also favored by the gunsmith. During the operation to wipe out the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult a few years ago, it was the Anonymous who helped them avenge their blood.

Nowadays, most of the militia units of the three factions of Lieyang Castle grew up watching the gunsmith's "Knight Combat Skills" online class, not to mention the outstanding warriors in the battle group. These young people are more or less He participated in Galahad's special training course and met the gunsmith teacher once, and he was considered his direct disciple.

Such a teacher who gives you armor and teaches you magical skills, let alone whether the battle group and militia units will listen to the gunsmith - their fathers and mothers also want their children to repay their kindness.

After all, in the eyes of their parents, children are always on the front line, fighting with Mad Butterfly cult members and war gangs, and fighting with criminals. It was the skills taught by the gunsmith that saved the child's life, and this kindness alone could determine the temporary command of the battle group.

At the same time, this kindness only stops at the gunsmith. It stops at this benefit and will not spread along the gunsmith to the King of War and the Nameless One. Unless Aohun Mingde speaks in person, and the consul approves and stamps the document, and this process is completed, the Nameless One can summon Guangling Zhixi to help.

Gloria explained the stakes to Elena, but Elena became more and more worried: "Mom! They won't give you little shoes to wear, will they?"

"Report on me? Hasn't this been done all the time? How do you think this happened in the past six or seven years? There are indeed enough reporting letters in the mailbox. They said that I went too far and was too cruel. In the end, all these letters became Ao rhen Ming De's toilet paper." Glory explained patiently: "I know that it is extremely strong and easy to break, but the BOSS wants me to be the king of war, so I must do it right - Julian's family He used to be my comrade-in-arms, but unfortunately he is no longer."

"I'm just like you, Elena. We are class sisters. When Julian wants to feast on human flesh, he is my mortal enemy - not only him, but just go to his house and say a good word for him. Everyone is suspected of turning into an ogre."

"Where is that!" Elena laughed, thinking that the King of War was joking: "Are you like me? Mom! You really know how to joke."

"I am the child of a criminal." Glory said seriously: "It's just that I am lucky. I was not born in the devil's cave of Sun Castle. I can get a job and work hard with these hands that are good at killing. ——Otherwise I will become you, Elena, and I will become another you."

Elena listened, but stopped talking.

Glory continued: "I keep honing my skills, keep getting stronger, and kill one ogre after another. Is this power obtained with money? Is it the money that makes me feel at ease and beheads demons? Is it the money that urges me to do so? You want me to go to work and kill people quickly? No! No."

"I'm not the kind of person who gets paid to do things. I always say to myself - you should think more about why?"

"Why does Elena want to be a prostitute in Valhalla? Why? Is it because she is not kind enough? Is it not hardworking enough? Isn't she working hard enough? Doesn't she have talent? Does she deserve to become a prostitute?"

"None of this is right. Elena is a victim. She is my brother and sister. General Cry understands this better than me. I have said so much, but it may not be as straightforward as a few words from Meteor. He has always said He is a person whose mind is as clear as a clear mirror.”

"You must tell me why. Then I have only one answer. I hate ogres and the human flesh trade."

"When I kill these street lamp pendants, I will have a strong sense of euphoria in my heart - it goes beyond a simple exchange of interests, and goes beyond the so-called [moral ethics] and [social common sense]. When I see someone being wronged and wronged I feel uncomfortable, if there is a devil gnawing at the flesh and blood of a kind person, I will start sharpening my knife and I can’t wait to cut my head off.”

"BOSS has worked hard to raise so many underground people. It has not talked about any privileges, has not built a shrine, and has not persecuted the working people. It wants people to break superstition and stand and talk to it - so don't talk to me about any procedures. Justice, I am a lawless person to begin with. The BOSS wants me to become the King of War, so I will listen to it and do it."

Elena's head felt dizzy after listening to such a long sentence, and her eyes lit up when she heard the last few sentences.

"You can do whatever you want with Cat's backing, right?!"

Glory smiled and replied: "You can do whatever you want with the support of a good cat. You are right."

We came to the northeastern corner of the city and came to the East Industrial Park, where heavy industry was the most developed. This was the early foundation of Lieyang Castle and the lifeblood of the city.

When the war group performs development tasks, the engineering team needs a large amount of steel and building materials, weapons to deal with disaster beasts, and a variety of chemicals to improve the environment. The Chapter Headquarters and City Hall of Sunfort are located here.

If your memory is good enough, you should remember Yangjiang Shuimai’s special operations team responsible for investigating the Yingsuhu case. The role of this team was originally to ask for another protection fee from George Joshua—if not By paying this protection fee to the Chapter, George Joshua would have to spend more money to protect his drug ships.

But by chance, two young men, Clark Sean and Banner Iboji, appeared in this team. They also directly asked Mr. Gurland Vox, the head of the anti-drug team, to be laid off early and wanted to be transferred. The bitter cold frontier - because this team was disobedient, broke the rules of the war group, and ruined the business of Koluyaf and others.

In the end, the captain did not accept the transfer order. He could not let go of his wife and children, so he had to resign and opened a pawn shop near the city hall to sell second-hand goods.

Occasionally, Clark and Banner would come to visit the Gouland Corps. They were favored by the Corps. Clark eventually attended Mr. Gouland's farewell party. Although the process was not pleasant, the result was always good.

The fighting hero who once protected the masses has now become an ordinary philistine boss in the flea market. Guland's heart is full of mixed feelings and he doesn't know what to say.

The Apollo City Hall of Sun Castle and the assembly center of the 54th District Chapter are just two streets away. They are only more than 180 meters away. You can climb to the terrace on the second floor of the store. Saw Mister Fantastic's Chapter emblem.

It was a statue, an image of a circus strongman, a middle-aged black-haired man with a thick beard, giving a thumbs up to every citizen. It was once a promise, a symbol - as long as Guangling's "Mr. Fantastic" stopped. "When you come to people, you can turn danger into good luck and eliminate disasters and solve problems.

"Commander, what are you looking at?" Boy Banner was carrying goods on the first floor and scolded casually: "Don't be lazy! Even though you are my leader, don't watch me while I'm working!"

Mr. Guland immediately ran down, took the refrigerator from Banner's back, and asked Clark to drive the tricycle into the store.

"Clark! Come in a little bit! Come in a little bit! There's still four or five meters away! How can the trolley pick you up?"

A head popped out from beside the tricycle and Clark asked impatiently: "What did you call me?!"

Guland couldn't laugh or cry: "Strawberry mousse cake"

"It's a matcha mousse cake!" Clark Shawn was still controlled by the spell of [Hell's Highway]. "It's very rude to call someone by the wrong name! Boss! You never let me go before. In your heart, right?!”

Guland asked Banner in a low voice: "What happened to Clark?"

"I don't know." Banner responded in a low voice: "Since the destruction of the White Shark Society, Clark's personality has not changed much, but when it comes to this name, it is as sensitive as poking his smile hole. He must be crazy. ."

Guland only felt sorry——

——Clark used to be a young man he valued very much. Perhaps Sun Castle has driven a normal person crazy again.

When all the goods are unloaded, Mr. Guland will value these old goods and resell them elsewhere. There are many poor families in Sunburn Castle who cannot afford the second-hand goods sold by Dongshan Prefecture and Westbrook.

Gulande will slowly repair these broken household appliances and then resell them to the southwest and southeast cities.

Banner and Clark squatted next to the corps, curiously watching the corps work.

"Can you also repair refrigerators? Corps?" Boy Banner asked: "You are so versatile!"

Mr. Guland took out the wrench from his tool bag and gently tapped the four-eyed boy on the head: "I taught him knight combat skills."

Clark is a warrior who is familiar with knight combat skills. He has never heard of such a strange thing: "Where did I teach you this? Not at all! You are lying!"

Guland: "The third article of "Six Arts Heart Sutra: Shooting", the compressor structure of common refrigeration appliances, and the technical and tactical application methods of refrigerants as deflagration materials and compressed gases. Take a look at this article. It talks about several common refrigerator."

"Oh" Clark hurriedly rummaged through his carrying bag, but couldn't find this volume. He opened his phone and finally found the corresponding structural diagram.

Guland opened the refrigerator door, threw away all the expired and spoiled household garbage inside, and removed all the protective panels.

"The compressor is broken, and some of the circuits are corroded. The refrigerator probably fell down during transportation and the bottles storing the liquid cracked. This is easy to handle. I can fix it after I order a few parts."

Banner immediately flattered the team: "Wow!"

Clark, on the other hand, didn't understand human affairs and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Guland has been laid off, why are you still trying to flatter him?"

"I think you don't understand at all!~" The four-eyed boy came to Clark's ear with a lively voice: "Matcha mousse cake, the Guland Corps lost their job and finally found a livelihood. His family gave him He is under so much pressure, and his sister-in-law has not been in a good mood these days. If you don’t praise him, what if he is depressed and wants to commit suicide? Let’s just say a few words and say something nice. This is such a simple thing. Don't be so stingy! I just hope the team can be happy!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Clark came back to his senses immediately and was not as stubborn as before. He quickly clapped his hands and praised: "Gulland Corps! You are such a careful person! You are also a student of knight combat skills. .I."

"Stop fucking talking nonsense." Guland didn't have a good temper. He got angry when he saw the two living treasures saying things against their will. "I lost my job because I hope you two can be more honest with the public. Why are you doing so many ceremonies?" If you recite a few spells, will the refrigerator get better on its own?"

With parts missing, Gulland dropped what he was doing and went to rummage through Westbrook's package.

"Come and help me open this big thing."

The two brothers helped their mentor to open up the foam cotton and layers of plastic cloth. Inside was a complete set of audio equipment - it looked as bright as new, and the button pushers on the console were all shiny.

"Wow!" Banner immediately became interested: "Is it worth a lot of money? How much did you earn from this order?"

Clark, who has a keen sense of smell, immediately turned serious, as did Mr. Guland - although he received the item, the remote valuation over the phone, and the photos and the actual item were completely different!

"This is not what I want." Guland scratched his head, feeling that the matter was not simple, "The goods I negotiated with the seller were not of this type."

Clark immediately set up a psychic ritual——

——He clasped his palms together and showed off the werewolf tattoo on his right arm. He wanted to borrow part of the power of the Lazuli Wolf Mother. This is not part of the knight's combat skills. There are many reservists of the Lapis Gold Guards who know how to use this ancient druid. Spell, use the spirit body to simulate the olfactory organ of the wolf mother to detect clues in the environment.

This kind of magic has almost been lost. The green gold guards have a strong sense of smell and do not need the help of spiritual bodies. Only a few militiamen know how to borrow the power of various holy beasts.

The spirit silk turned into the head of a small wolfdog and clung to Clark's arm. Its nose twitched and sniffed along the sound equipment. The paint surface of this wooden set immediately reflected a layer of light blue water patterns.

"These." Guland couldn't understand the true meaning.

Clark: "Boss, this is dirt and there is blood on it."

Banner boy finally came back to his senses: "Boss! Contact the seller quickly! This thing should be something that White Shark knows!"

George Joshua is dead, and there are still many valuable assets on the White Shark Club's cruise ship, including this set of speakers - this is exactly what is in the casino on the No. 3 cruise ship, and it also carries the souls of many security personnel. ring.

"Did the people from the evidence team and the laboratory department sell this thing? To you? The headquarters?" Boy Banner felt something was wrong: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

The Guland Corps immediately explained: "How do I know! I am just a small boss selling second-hand goods now. I am no longer a member of the war group!"

Clark stared angrily and was about to question Guland.

Mr. Gulland has been calling the seller—

——The ringing of the phone was getting closer and closer, and they saw two soldiers from the attack team walking in, looking like they were returning from victory.

one of the soldiers shouted.

"Mr. Gulland Vaux, have you received the stuff?"

Another soldier shouted stop and cut off the incoming calls on his cell phone——

"——Stop calling! Mr. Guland, this is your meeting gift!"

Guland was worried about his appearance. The soldiers of these war regiments used stolen goods as gifts? Want to give it to him, the owner of the pawn shop? What good things can happen here?

Banner boy took two steps back, retreated to a position close to the back room, pulled Clark with him, hid behind the Gulland Corps, and secretly turned on the recorder to hear clearly.

Mr. Guland asked doubtfully: "Isn't this set of speakers simple? Do you want to give it to me?"

The soldier on the left nodded, with a hint of ambiguity in his smile: "It's not just this one."

The soldier on the right quickly came to Gu Lande, bowed and sent cigarettes: "There will be opportunities in the future, there are many opportunities."

Guland asked in surprise: "This is stolen goods?"

"Hey! What are you talking about!" The soldier delivering the cigarettes announced his home address, "The deputy commander told me that I, as the secretary, should handle the matter well - George Joshua fell, and we, the regiment's Soldiers who have been through life and death are not allowed to have enough to eat? I have to take care of your business first."

The secretary patted Mr. Guland on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"I know you feel wronged and don't want to go to the no-man's land on the border. Your wife and children are in Sun Castle. We all know it and are watching!"

The more Guland heard, the more frightened he became, and the more he heard, the more frightened he became.

"This set of speakers is worth at least 700,000 to 800,000 yuan." The secretary murmured in a low voice, moved closer to Gu Lande, and grasped Gu Lande's hand: "If you don't think about yourself, think about your family. Originally, you were going to follow the path of the anti-narcotics team to be promoted to a centurion, and then go to the staff team to experience - how could you lose your uniform because of such a trivial matter? It's not worth it for us to do it for you!"

"Don't say brothers are ungrateful. Your store was arranged by General Staff Juselberg - do you really have no idea what they mean?"

"What do you mean?" Guland was not pretending to be crazy. He really thought that Chief of General Staff Juseberg had given him a way to survive.

The secretary immediately whispered: "How much money does George Joshua have, and how many gold bars are there in his treasury? We treat them as second-hand goods, and you will give them a discount, but you can't let the consul and the prosecutor see these things. It cannot be turned into additional finance for District 54, otherwise wouldn’t the soldiers’ deaths be in vain?”

At this time, Gu Lande felt great terror——

——This is not a windfall, this is not a way out, Juselberg wants his life!

This is to help the war group transport the stolen goods of the White Shark Society and turn illegal income into legal. Through such a simple and crude resale procedure, the Anonymous will definitely be found out!

Perhaps Juselberg had already planned that once the stage of survival comes to the end, Guland will die, and his whole family will die, including his children - he has long been turned into fish on the chopping board. Dao Zu and his younger brothers are still discussing how to make this piece of fish gratefully accept these "favors".

It’s just that now this secretary speaks too clearly! He even said it openly!

"Don't worry, Mr. Guland, although you are no longer a member of the war group, we will still take care of you." The secretary said with a smile: "You have to cooperate with the work. You are not the only consignment house. No?"

Guland quickly asked: "You said there are more? More than just this set of speakers?"

"George Joshua likes gold." The secretary looked around, lowered his voice, and specifically avoided Banner's recording pen. Those who worked in the war group had long known the militia's tricks: "It's worth at least 1.4 billion gold. The gold bars of the stone coins are still on the No. 1 cruise ship, and we can take care of the arms in the name of the war group, but not the real money."

"In two weeks, sixteen batches of used goods will be delivered to your store one after another. You must do this business with our brothers, otherwise."

The secretary smiled and left the ear of Gulande's team, and pulled the team training instructor from the attack team over.

The instructor changed his face to a stern expression and whispered.

"Is it twelve kilometers south of East Industrial Park? It's called Opal Fashion Store. My sister-in-law works here? There's a middle school next door - you pick up your wife and daughter home every day."

Guland immediately cursed: "How dare you! Bastard! How dare you!"

The instructor raised his hands and quickly stepped back——

"—Ha! He's like a furious lion!"

Guland was furious. He stepped forward step by step, and the two soldiers of the attack team retreated.

"You dare!? You dare!!!"

The instructor squinted his eyes, as if he was sure that he had caught Gu Lande's sore spot: "I definitely don't dare! Secretary! Do you dare?"

The secretary waved his hand quickly, pretending to be flustered and joking: "I don't dare! I don't dare! How is it possible? These are my close friends and relatives!"

Guland's heart was beating wildly. He was fierce in appearance, a timid fighting cock in a fighting state, and his muscles were bulging, but he was afraid that he would go too fast and contradict the two "adults."

The secretary saw that Guland couldn't take a big step and just walked back and forth around the store, as if he was defending his territory.

So he added another sentence——

"——Mr. Guland, we don't dare, we don't have the courage. You and I are brothers, how can we dare to threaten you with your family?"

"I'm afraid some of the remnants of the war gang don't have eyesight! If these crazy gangsters, these unscrupulous gangsters, hurt your family, it would be really...tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk"

The secretary frowned, shook his head, and grinned, with blood-red gums exposed between his lips and teeth.

Clark and Banner only heard the first half of the story and did not understand the ins and outs——

——They only knew that the team was angry and wanted to chase him out.

Two young men followed the general team. They were just militiamen and had no say in front of the attacking team.

Clark was heartbroken, knowing that this sinister secretary seemed to be threatening Mr. Guland. The hot-tempered iron-headed boy wanted to take out his gun and fight these bastards at that moment!

"Don't! Don't! Don't, don't, don't -" Guland finally swallowed this breath. He thought that it was up to him. Maybe Chief of General Staff Juseberg would leave him a way out. Maybe he could find a chance to get enough. Money, run away with your wife and children, "——You can't become criminals!"

But his two descendants, Clark and Banner, must not become criminals, and they must not openly end the fight with Guangling.

Banner has always been smart, smooth, and put interests first. At this moment, he figured out the stakes - there seems to be no good person in the attack team of Mister Fantastic, and they want Gulan. De helped sell the stolen goods. He must be a tool man who throws away the stolen goods after use. He might even tie up Guland's whole family and give them to the unknown people as scapegoats.

"I'll talk to them!" Banner's anger grew.

Guland shouted: "What are you talking about! What are you talking about?! Banner, let me ask you! What about your father and mother? What about your sisters?!"

At this moment, a car slowly drove up the road.

Glory stood next to the two attacking team members, and behind her was the sun transformed by King Medus - the blazing sun.

The War King hooked the necks of the two soldiers and said hello to Clark.

"Little cake? Why do you look so red and so angry?"

Clark sat back down and sat back in the pile of junk.

"It's okay. My anger is gone. My waist is no longer sore and my legs are no longer sore. I feel energetic all over. Let's continue working in the corps! Misunderstanding! ~ It's all a misunderstanding!"