Hunter’s Mind Beast Slug

Accepting Maggie's money and accepting Maggie asking for money are two different things.

If the other party is asked to ask someone for money, he might as well go grab it himself. Besides, now he really, even if he acts to ask someone for money, he won't waste anything.

Of course he doesn't need it.

And Maggie, watching Ron refuse, didn't say much in the end.

Just stayed here for a while and didn't leave.

For the time being, the Phantom Troupe did not act, and there was nothing to do, so she was idle.

Recently, it is estimated that the easiest thing to do is Ron and the others.

Next, Ron made a phone call in the hotel and checked one account after another who had transferred money. For those who made money, Ron made a note.

For those who didn't transfer the money, or those who transferred less, Ron also made a note with a smile.

What should be his is his, he can not want it, but other people can't really ignore him.

Sooner or later he will get these things. ,

He hates people who don't speak well.

Maggie looked at this perverted guy from the side, obviously thinking something nonsense again, and was a little speechless.

Getting used to the other person's perversion, sitting on the sofa with his chest folded, there is no activity.

Just look at it.

By the afternoon, Ron began to receive substances.

There are firearms, ammunition and food.

He also changed a place specially, trading at the port, and the person who delivered supplies to Ron, is a person with a little ability.

Otherwise, it's really impossible for these things to be shipped so casually.

They must have been caught before they got here.

In this world, although there are many places that do not prohibit firearms, they do require some licenses if they are not prohibited from selling.

If you don't have any licenses and trade firearms recklessly, then it would be strange if you don't get killed.

Whether no one noticed, or someone turned a blind eye.

Anyway, Ron packed up everything, but it was swallowed by the slug and sent to the Kingdom of Emira.

It was considered that they had transported a little something, allowing them to support a little more time, and it also consumed a lot of slug energy.

Busy from morning till night.

By the end of the night, Ron's funds had accumulated more than 50 billion yuan. As for firearms and supplies, they had also been shipped several times, enough for 2,000 people.

Directly transferring so many things, Ron also worked hard for a lot of people.

These ring nuns, in fact, many former "patients", their liquidity has been transferred by Ron.

After all, for those who have been treated but have not absorbed the source of life, their value itself is here.

Usually when Ron needs it.

They provide Ron with personnel and money, and Ron guarantees their physical safety, like those people, there will be more or less a slug with healing ability.

It was one of Ron's previous arrangements.

It's just that some time ago, the supply was cut off for a while.

After finishing everything, looking at the night and the moon outside, Ron realized that he has not eaten anything until now, and has been contacting people and collecting things.

Looking at Maggie who followed him back and forth all day, Ron smiled embarrassedly.

"Come on, let's go eat."

No nonsense was said. After a day, Maggie was like a shadow. She just wanted to make sure how sure Ron was.

She just looked and didn't speak, and she didn't want to ask the other party what plans they had.

I just thought that Ron might really succeed.

Intuition, it's just pure intuition.

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Desolate and foul-smelling large garbage dump.

Meteor Street, one of the impossible places in this world.

People who have been abandoned by the world live here. People from these countries outside, no one will care about this place, and no one will care about managing it.

All they will do is, at a fixed time, take out the trash here.

Keep the bugs in here.

And bed bugs, in fact, also have sizes, high and low.

A nearby place that resembles a small town.

It's hard to think of a small villa with a good decoration, in such a place like a garbage dump.

There is also a small villa with flickering lights and a little delicate decoration.

The rest of the place is obviously a log cabin and a thatched cottage, and it is good to have a stone-built house.

There are many places where the smell is permeating, and you need to wear a protective mask when walking, otherwise you will not be able to survive.

That is to say, the people here, life is over, and the resistance is a bit high.

Otherwise, it is necessary for ordinary people to come here and vomit and have diarrhea every day.

Ordinary people can't get used to it without a few months.

in a small villa.

There are a lot of people sitting here, and there are many delicious dishes on the table in the exquisite restaurant table. The surrounding aroma is obviously confused. This villa has also been specially set up, and the smell from the outside is difficult to enter.

It's like heaven here, and the garbage villages and towns outside are like hell.

There are many people in the periphery protecting this small villa.

But that has nothing to do with the four people at this table, they are just enjoying the delicious food in front of them.

"Well, uh..."

"About him, you have already obtained information."

One of the old men, who seemed to be in their seventies and eighties, burped as if to fill his stomach, wiped his mouth, and then looked at the three people who were not talking, and asked.

Someone has to start talking about this matter, otherwise, it is estimated that no one will be able to talk at the end of the meal.

While speaking, he had already pushed away the unfinished food in front of him, obviously he didn't care at all.

"Understood, so many gunfire, thousands of people and supplies are collected, is this still going to fight us?"

After one person spoke, the others also stopped eating, and then an old man who seemed to be quite old and a little fatter spoke up.

When talking, you can clearly hear that the other party is very jealous~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and dissatisfied.

"Ron, this kid, didn't take us seriously at all, and last time... First Elder, what do you say?"

The slightly fat old man was thinking about things, and he stopped talking halfway through.

Looking at the first elder who seemed to be the oldest at this table, he asked directly.

He is the second elder of Meteor Street.

Seemingly asking, this slightly fat old man is obviously throwing the blame, sending the topic directly to the other party.

After all, the actions against each other before were theirs.

Now that the Fourth Elder is dead, they have also lost a lot of manpower.

Moreover, I have to do it again, can't I be more stable after a lot of age?

In fact, up to now, he is also a little dissatisfied, not only dissatisfied with Ron, but also dissatisfied with this first elder and the previous four elders.