Enforcer's Handbook

Just after noon, the suspension car slowly stopped on the roof of the chamber of commerce.

"35 million watts, almost catching up with the senior cadres of the rebel army."

Seeing the car door slowly open, Song Lan reminded "Void", they had made a written agreement, if "Void" insisted on breaking the agreement, then he could only reluctantly accept the 35 million watts.

In terms of his current salary, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, which greatly eased the problem of rising housing prices in the seventeenth district.

He also took a glance at the magnificently decorated building, thinking to himself that this place is indeed worthy of being a holy place for gold rush in people's eyes. He just came here for a day, and he got a windfall through fraudulent... cough, legal business practices.

"I have no money."

"Nothingness" said, "But I heard that many rebels have come to the oasis recently, you come down first, and then I will catch a few and exchange them for money."

In fact, the Chamber of Commerce will solve any needs for him, and he doesn't know much about human currency.

He felt absolutely no guilt about it.

From ancient times to the present, before the destruction of the upper world comes, the "lower world" is their chessboard. Not to mention the fate of one or two people, there are many cases of wars caused by differences of opinion.

Religious wars, witch hunts...

Any decision will often end in the bloodshed and destruction of one party.

"And, I'm sure you'll be interested in what comes next."

"you sure?"

"certainly."

"Then let's make a bet."

Song Lan stood up, "If you can produce something I'm interested in, I won't take your money. On the contrary, if you can't produce it, you will have to pay me twice the liquidated damages."

"Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes just now!"

"Nothingness" shouted, "Do you think my believers have opened a chamber of commerce and just stared at me alone? The chamber of commerce belongs to them, and I rarely interact with them!"

When he traveled to the "outside", he had heard more than once about the viciousness of fraud gangs. They would never let their prey go easily. Driven by them, those who owed huge loans.

Now it seems that is the case.

"This is the consequence of forcing me to leave the air-conditioned room on a hot day. I followed you here for the sake of my friends."

Song Lan said in a reasonable tone, "Don't look at me like a scammer. You should understand this as the cost of hiring experts. Experts like me are very difficult to hire."

He has a clear conscience and what he said is the truth.

In this weather as high as 37 degrees, no one except Lu Xiang can force him to leave the air-conditioned room.

If someone else came instead of "Nothingness", not only would he not be able to call him out, but he might win the grand prize of "Piercing the Heart Knife".

"Hmph, just bet."

The two passed through the verification passage on the top floor one after the other, and walked down the stairs all the way.

The reason for taking the stairs was that the elevator of the chamber of commerce showed that it was malfunctioning, and the whole building was unusually quiet. There was no lively scene of the chamber of commerce, which made Song Lan suspicious.

Could this be the mismanagement of believers in "Nothingness", which caused the Chamber of Commerce to be on the verge of bankruptcy?

Fortunately, the scene in the hall quickly overturned Song Lan's guess, and they quickly understood the elevator failure and the reason why the chamber of commerce was so quiet.

"Scared me, it turned out that it was just a robber."

"Nothingness" finally let go of his hanging heart. He and Song Lan stood on the second floor, watching through the glass as the robbers took control of the people on the first floor, handcuffed them, and gathered together.

However, this scene made Song Lan's eyes dark.

When the robbers appeared, his record of 21 hours and 23 minutes was shattered!

The subsequent actions of the security guards of the Chamber of Commerce also proved that this was by no means an ordinary bank robbery. A security guard who thought he had found a loophole took out the dagger hidden in his waist, and rushed towards the robber closest to him.

In the conception of the security guard, the next plot should be that he slit the robber's throat, grabbed the opponent's gun, and shot one by one before other criminals reacted, making them pay for their actions.

The first step of the plan did succeed.

The sharp dagger pierced the robber's throat.

"Nothingness" boasted to him on the suspension car that the security personnel hired by the Chamber of Commerce are all first-class experts. In a place like an oasis, security work is one of the most concerned matters of the council.

The security guard's actions were smooth and smooth, which also sent a signal to other colleagues who were ready to go.

The security guards jumped up at the same time as if they had agreed in advance.

But their plan failed to continue to the next step after all.

The robber who had his throat slit spewed out a large amount of blood. When the viscous liquid fell to the ground, it rolled and bubbled, and the pungent smell spread all the way to the second floor.

The security guard was taken aback for a moment, and then he was surprised to find that he couldn't draw out the dagger, and something seemed to be wrapped around the blade in the robber's severed neck.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

The robber obviously didn't speak, but his voice reached the depths of his mind.

Those were languages ​​he had never heard, and it was strange that he understood their meaning.

He also finally saw clearly the reason why his hand couldn't move. Tentacle-like objects grew from the broken neck, spreading from the blade to his wrist.

Dry and cold to the touch.

The robber who should have died turned his head in a 180° direction.

More tentacles grew out of his wide-open mouth, followed by eyes and ear holes.

Before the security guard could make any sound, his entire face was wrapped in tentacles. They penetrated into the security guard's five sense organs in a parasitic manner, until they extended into his brain.

The whole process lasted about thirty seconds. During this period, no one dared to move or even make a sound.

When the tentacles let go of the security guard, his body first fell limply to the ground, and after a while, he suddenly stumbled up again, with his head lowered, walking towards the safehouse like a walking dead.

"If you don't take action, your people will die."

Song Lan had to remind "Nothingness".

Facing these monsters that suddenly appeared, he looked excited instead.

"I didn't expect to meet robbers. It was a worthwhile trip."

He didn't care about the life and death of these security guards. What really pleased him was the "resurrection" of the security guards - he walked straight to the vault, where the things he wanted to show Song Lan were kept by the Chamber of Commerce.

This would suggest that the object was somehow related to the beacon, so that the worms had to take a huge risk to get here.

"You're going to lose."

The life of the security guard and the reputation of the chamber of commerce are insignificant. To "None", seeing Song Lan lose in the bet is enough to satisfy people's hearts.

But for the people on the first floor of the Chamber of Commerce at this moment, everything they see is tantamount to hell on earth.

When monsters are stripped of their disguise, their fate is sealed.

The blood that fell on the ground continued to swell in their sight, spreading in all directions. Although they tried their best to retreat, they still couldn't avoid being forced into a corner by the blood.

The eyes of the first to touch the blood widened, their strength suddenly increased to an unimaginable level, and they easily broke free from the handcuffs.

Their facial features were twisted together, and their bodies swelled in a circle.

The unknown language is still echoing in their ears, as if it is guiding those who are polluted by blood, or paying tribute to newborns.

After a long transformation process, these humanoid monsters with a height of nearly three meters and arms as thick as tree stumps occupied the entire floor.

Non-stop echoing full of joy.

The robbers celebrated the arrival of this moment with each other. What they brought was not death and killing, but the seed of "Godfather" was given to everyone equally, so that these lost lambs could return like them." the arms of God the Father.

Until, some discordant factors appeared in this celebration.

They heard footsteps.

Two people were walking all the way down the stairs.

After a brief hesitation, more tentacles appeared, and they beckoned to the two of them, impatiently inviting them to join this celebration and bask in the grace of "Father God".

The blood spread faster and faster, and the growing tentacles finally touched in front of the two of them.

At this moment, they felt the supreme glory.

They don't know where this feeling comes from, but it is so fascinating, as if all the good things they can imagine are concentrated here, and they finally find the meaning of existence in this long journey , The value of life reached its peak at this moment.

However, after this shuddering sense of satisfaction, what greeted them was emptiness and darkness.

The limits of imagination stop here, after that they can see nothing, not even "God the Father" can show them the way any more.

"Take us to the vault."

After an unknown amount of time, a voice broke this empty and empty world.

All drifting consciousness returned to its original place.

Time stopped at the moment when the dagger slit their throats, and the transformed crowd returned to their original place, their terrified expressions still remained on their faces.

Just now, they had the same nightmare.

They dreamed that tentacle-like objects grew out of the robber's severed throat, and the blood that flowed to the ground began to spread endlessly, and all those who touched the blood were distorted into deformed monsters in human form.

This made them all look at the robber in unison.

The knife blade cut his throat, and the sticky blood did flow to the ground. The security guard who held the knife also froze in place like them, and did not continue to take the next step.

They waited a long time.

The tentacles in the dream did not appear, and the shocking wound formed a sharp contrast with the intriguing expression of the robber.

When death came, there was only joy on his face.

People soon discovered that all the robbers were "frozen" at this moment.

"I said, take us to the vault."

The voice of "Nothingness" brought the security guard holding the dagger back to reality,

The security guard wanted to say something, but the moment he saw "Nothingness", he immediately nodded and led the two of them towards the safe, without even bothering to wash off the blood on their hands.

"Go out."

Opening the door of the vault, "Nothingness" asked him coldly.

The door was slowly closed before he said, "It seems that encountering bank robbers is not very interesting."

As the "chosen" of those worms, these robbers failed to make any waves, nor did they bring him anything refreshing.

That fanatical belief failed to stand the test in the end, and it went to destruction so easily.

This made "Void" have to ask Song Lan for confirmation, "Generally, those who are sent to carry out tasks should be the elite among them, right?"

He used his own deliberations, if he wanted to send someone to steal some important item from the worm or the mechanical pimple's territory, he had to choose carefully, even low-quality "crickets" like Vadim were not qualified, and In his opinion, the voters of these worms were not even as good as Vadim.

"The styles are different. They follow the explosive style, and there is also attribute restraint in it."

Song Lan, who was hired as a senior expert, expressed his opinion.

The swarm has never been known for its individual combat capabilities. As long as they are given enough time, the Devourer can build a nest anywhere, and then launch the sea of ​​​​worm tactics.

He believed that if it wasn't for those tentacle ideas just now, he would have encountered "Nothingness" when he first came to Root City, and it wouldn't be long before an army of deformed monsters would be waiting for them in the city.

"Attribute restraint?"

"They have extremely high healing ability and physical resistance. Ordinary means cannot kill them, but you are precisely restraining their mental attacks."

"Why do you seem to know them well? How often do you deal with these worms?"

"Friends, the times have changed, and now it is the right way to integrate the advantages of the three."

"Integrating the advantages of the three... Are you doing some weird experiments again?"

After a brief moment of surprise, "Void" looked at Song Lan with suspicion.

Song Lan is very dissatisfied with the word "again". Don't describe him like a mad scientist with a lot of criminal records. Now he suspects that "Nothingness" may also be a little blackie who hides deeply. If you consider his Identity, "Nothingness" may even be the founder of the black fan group!

"It's no wonder those worms are interested in our stuff."

"Nothingness" changed the subject before Song Lan could speak.

Friends are friends, but he didn't want to get involved in Song Lan's weird experiments.

The lessons of the past are vivid in his memory. The result of the latter's last experiment was to ignite the entire upper world, making himself disappear for decades.

"This is what the Chamber of Commerce's archaeological team found in the ruins."

At the end of the vault is a showcase in which a shiny stone is displayed.

The Voters of Worms are here for that.

"Void" said as he walked, "They think this stone caused a miracle."

During the exploration process, some people heard Ruoyouwuwu's whispers, which led them to the depths of the ruins, "They said, this is a miracle that can bring the dead back to life... how about this ability? It should be more familiar, right?"

Small theater its two hundred and fifty-three:

On a certain day of a certain year, Friday, early morning

The inspection of the counterintelligence department is over, and the members of Moyu Sect have survived this severe winter without any danger.

When the dawn of the morning came to the world, they celebrated with selflessness.

The believers agreed that "Lu Xiang Kua Kua Qun" played a role in turning the tide of the battle. This name not only cleverly deceived the big devil, but also increased their cohesion and made them unprecedentedly united.

They feel that as long as this group exists for a day, they can continue to contend with the power of the Great Demon King.

This lighthouse-like organization is like the "Order of the Phoenix" in the novel!

But what they didn't know was that when they were celebrating the complete victory of the war, Song Lan already wanted to disband the group.

Moyujiao did win the battle, but Song Lan paid a heavy price.

"Huh? Why do you want to disband the group?"

Lu Xiang asked puzzledly.

Her trumpet has always been lurking in the group, and occasionally watching the chats of friends in the sand sculpture group has become her source of happiness recently.

Because these chat records will eventually become "evidence" to force Song Lan to submit obediently.

"Your Moyu Cult won the war, aren't you happy?"

"Any victory comes at a price."

"But this is the win-win result you've been pursuing. Although this inspection didn't yield any results, I had a good time... If you insist on disbanding this group, it's not impossible, then roll the dice to decide."

Lu Xiang took out the dice he had prepared.

Above are the numbers 1-6.

"If you roll a 20, it's up to you."