I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

"Buzz——"

"Buzz——"

"Buzz——"

Huang Ye is cash-strapped.

To go to the Martyrs Cemetery, take a bus.

It costs one yuan per kilometer, so Huang Ye traveled 72 kilometers and took more than an hour to reach his destination.

The same depressing environment in the carriage made his face look ugly.

I can bear it, but I really don’t want to.

Although he was recommended to the local contract university.

Also committed to high school and college.

Provide scholarships and grants, free tuition and other benefits.

It is said that there will also be executives from the Eighteen Cities.

Cash rewards will also be given.

But this is the end of the college entrance examination.

It’s not that fast yet, let’s put it into our own hands.

"You shouldn't have just focused on the advancement ceremony last night."

“I visited so many homes.”

"We should search it to see if there is any federal cash."

Huang Ye breathed the cool air.

Slightly regretful.

During last night's advancement ceremony, many vigilantes were in the strange realm and had no time to escape.

All died in the line of duty.

This grand and solemn memorial ceremony was designed for them.

But because Huang Ye arrived late, the worshipers had almost dispersed.

There were only a few crying people being helped out.

Huang Ye looked at this scene.

His face was impassive.

There is no emotion in my heart.

Looking at the coordinates provided by Chen Zhiqing, he walked quickly inside.

Ten minutes later.

In front of a newly erected tombstone.

Saw two figures.

An old man with a broken arm stood silently.

A young man knelt silently.

After Huang Ye approached.

I was also a little surprised, I didn't expect Principal Chen to look like this.

"Haha, I made you laugh."

"Skills are inferior to people."

Chen Zhiqing heard footsteps.

Also looked back.

A warm smile suddenly appeared on his tired face.

He patted his empty right arm nonchalantly.

The young man did not look back.

He just knelt in front of the tombstone blankly.

driven to distraction.

Huang Ye saw the other party's profile.

Also recognized him.

It's someone I've been in contact with.

"You should have seen it."

"He, Sun Fan, even went to school to interrogate you."

Chen Zhiqing introduced it like a joke.

Huang Ye nodded.

Come to the tombstone and look at the photo above.

He also squinted slightly.

In the photo, the middle-aged man is neatly dressed in security uniform.

His face was serious.

"This is the dog, Chen Yilin. Sacrifice in the line of duty is the fate of most criminal investigators."

Chen Zhiqing is slightly heavy.

Then he looked at the silent kneeling young man with a smile.

"Fortunately, Sun Fan woke up quickly and decisively chose to resign."

"At least save one life."

He spoke harshly and did not hide his disdain.

He admired Chen Yilin's behavior of sacrificing himself to save his colleagues, but also regretted it.

But Sun Fan was not angered by this.

But he looked down upon Sun Fan's behavior as a deserter.

He obviously still has some energy left and possesses a certain amount of talent, and can make greater contributions to the Eighteen Cities, but he chooses to retreat from the battlefield and stay away from danger.

He has never taught such students like this.

He was even more dissatisfied with Chen Yilin for teaching such a disciple.

This is also his own failure.

When Sun Fan heard this, his body trembled unnoticeably.

Pursing his lips.

Nothing was said.

But his stubbornness made Chen Zhiqing frown uncomfortably.

"Stop kneeling, he can't see."

"If he were still alive and looking at you for being such a coward, if he didn't slap you hard, I would slap him hard."

"I've never had a tutor like this!"

Chen Zhiqing urged tiredly: "Let's go quickly, show off to someone."

"Huang Ye and I still have something to discuss."

"Top secret."

Sun Fan's eyes were dull.

Come to your senses.

He stood up lonely and bowed deeply:

"Master, Xiaofan has returned."

Chen Zhiqing looked at Huang Ye with a gentle breeze.

Explaining that he was in a bad mood.

He did not respond to Sun Fan's words.

She didn't even look at him.

Sun Fan had no expression.

He just passed Huang Ye silently.

Like a bereaved dog, stay silent and stay away.

Huang Ye looked at him passing by.

There were bandages on his face, body and hands.

There was dried blood on his forehead.

There are also fresh blood stains.

It seems that the knock was quite serious.

"It's good that the eyesore is gone."

"I also asked my daughter-in-law to take my granddaughter to primary school."

"No one can disturb us now."

Chen Zhiqing smiled happily.

It seemed that only by Huang Ye's side did he feel confident.

Able to relax completely.

"Condolences."

Huang Ye didn't know how to comfort him.

Just looking at the upright Chen Yilin in the photo.

A slight silence.

The opponent's police pistol was still in the first wooden coffin.

No more bullets.

"Have you found the contract beast yet?"

"Today I used my connections to select a lot of pet animals for you."

"They are all stronger than each other."

Chen Zhiqing said with a smile.

The wrinkles on his face are blooming.

He mysteriously and vigilantly took out a piece of paper, looked around suspiciously, and then handed it to Huang Ye.

"This is the list I made today."

"Although I have recommended the first pet before, it is mainly for defense and treatment."

"But we still have to respect your personal wishes."

"We have also prepared pets for strong attack, group damage, and control for you."

"Look at the list and see if there is anything you like."

"If not, I will continue to find it for you."

Huang Ye keenly noticed the changes in Principal Chen.

Although he was enthusiastic before, he was very measured and reserved.

And the stability of those who are often in a superior position.

Now his personality has changed drastically.

It seems that he has become an ordinary old man next door.

He is crazy about providing snacks and toys to children.

He is so enthusiastic that he is a little uncomfortable.

"Major changes."

Huang Ye's eyes swept across his empty right arm.

He also felt something.

Although there is still a level 65 extraordinary aura in the other party's thin body.

But the threat from the contract master is extremely thin.

It seems that he has lost something important, and his spirit has become weak.

It is very different from before.

Looking at the photo in front of him again, Huang Ye's eyes dimmed slightly.

He did not forget that he killed Chen Yilin himself.

He did not take away the body.

Instead, he confirmed that he was a member of the cult.

He participated in this advanced chaos.

He killed Chen Yilin in the same way as Pan Sen.

To prove Pan Sen's death is to silence him.

He crossed the river and destroyed the bridge.

And the result was as he expected. Pan Sen's death was completely attributed to the cult.

Whether it was true or not, Pan Sen was the insider of the cult and the driving force behind the disaster in the Eighteen Cities.

He was always labeled as an enemy spy in the file.

However, although Huang Ye killed Principal Chen's son with his own hands.

He did not feel any guilt.

Huang Ye was never a good person.

He was just a cultist hiding in the Contract City.

Even if he obtained the Contract God Disk.

He never thought that he was a part of any decent force.

Born in the ruins of the rioters, and as a believer of destruction, he also had an indelible past.

"The other party remembered my sister's appearance."

"Through years of criminal investigation experience, he was keenly aware of my figure and tone."

"Recognized himself."

Pan Sen must die, and so does Chen Yilin.

But at least, I saved him from torture and told him the truth.

The resentment before the other party's death will not leave a shadow on Huang Ye.

He hides the secret in his heart.

Turning over the list of beast pets handed over by Principal Chen.

There are many types among them.

It can be seen that a lot of effort has been put in.

"Beast pet: Spring jellyfish."

"Talent quality: Silver."

"Level: Level 13."

"Healing monster."

"Recommended major: Healing."

...

"Beast pet: Rock bull."

"Talent quality: Silver."

"Level: Level 15."

"Defense monster."

"Recommended major: Defense, meat shield."

...

"Beast pet: Electric tiger."

"Talent quality: Silver."

"Level: Level 17."

"Strong attack monster."

"Recommended major: Group damage, single burst."

...

Huang Ye glanced at it.

All kinds of beast pets are very good.

The talent level is also at the silver level.

It means that the tribe has high talent and the upper limit is not bad.

Any list on it is worth a lot of money.

It should cost a lot to buy it as a beast pet.

Huang Ye folded the paper.

He was glad in his heart.

If he hadn't discovered the all-different engineer ants today, he might have guessed that there might be a silver queen ant.

He might consider this.

Controlling a pet beast can gain the temptation of a tribe.

It's really too great.

"I already have a target pet beast."

"It won't be weaker than the above."

Huang Ye said seriously.

He returned the list to Chen Zhiqing.

This is not out of guilt, nor is it a guilty conscience.

It's just a simple comparison.

He doesn't like these pet beasts that are ordinary in silver quality.

This made Chen Zhiqing look stunned.

Then he laughed:

"I believe you won't joke about the future."

"Your choice is also my choice."

His eyes changed.

Obviously he wanted to ask what kind of pet beast it was, but he restrained himself.

Humble smile.

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(ps: I think villains are not those who kill the famous and upright people in an instant and become enemies with the world. Instead, they have their own thoughts and psychological activities, and make reasonable choices after weighing their interests. I like "Kuang Biao" very much. I have read it three times. I really want to write a life like Gao Qiqiang, with both gains and frustrations. This will make the characters in my works more realistic. I hope that the protagonist can think, instead of simply becoming a puppet in the author's pen, serving the refreshing plot. Good night.)