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

"What if Ye Weimin doesn't agree?"

Han Shuang was slightly worried.

She was the former team leader.

I only met Ye Weimin a few times at major meetings.

But it can also be seen that the other party is very vicious and cunning.

"If you don't agree, go back."

Huang Ye spoke without hesitation.

He can take risks and hedge his bets.

If the risk to one party is too great, he will decisively stop.

Huang Ye was betting on the duration of the meeting and whether he could get back to the Eighteen Cities in time.

Similarly, you can also bet that if Pan Sen dies completely, he will meet Lin Qiao again in the future.

It is best to get help from Ye Weimin, and the chance of winning will be higher.

If you can't get it, then improve yourself to a strength that can destroy hell.

"become!"

Listen to the boss's confident words.

Han Shuang beamed.

She was also worried that Huang Ye would cause chaos due to anxiety.

Looking back now, I realized that I was worrying too much.

Neng and the two hells have grudges and entanglements.

It was impossible not to see the situation clearly.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go."

Huang Ye walked into the ancient town.

Overhead is a tangle of aging wires.

The telephone poles were crooked and had many small advertisements posted on them.

At the bottom, there was a smell of urine.

"What official forces are here?"

This is just the periphery of the ruins of 530 rioters.

The further you go in, the houses become more upright.

But there are broken cement roads and scattered plastic garbage bags on the ground.

Still nothing has changed.

Huang Ye looked around and saw children chasing skinny wild dogs on the street and peeing at the base of the wall.

The adults squatted idle on the street, surrounded by clouds and smoke, looking at the passers-by.

During this period, I also saw an extraordinary person sitting at the gambling table on the street, shouting and shouting constantly. Although he was only a dozen levels, his posture and actions were very calm and confident.

The situation in his hometown is similar.

Huang Ye immediately lost interest.

"Official office with depository and contract."

Han Shuang answered immediately.

"What level are the staff at?"

"There is a large population here, and both cities value it. Therefore, the responsible persons sent here are all over level 50."

Huang Ye frowned slightly when he heard this.

As the person in charge of two major cities, this level is enough to show his sincerity.

After all, in the Eighteen Cities, at level 50 or above, he is already the top expert.

But for the Utopia, it is still not enough.

Huang Ye can also understand this situation.

These two cities are both new capitals that have transformed their history and are no more than thirty years old.

Those with high talents are all attracted by major cities.

The overall strength of those who remain will not be too strong.

Just like young and strong people all go to big cities to work, those who are willing to stay in their hometowns are those who are old and unwilling to travel, and those with mediocre qualifications.

The contracted eighteen cities and the preserved one hundred and thirty-one cities were in such an embarrassing situation.

But it is far more formal and powerful than when it was still a ruin of chaos.

Of course, the cult group will not just eat the grass on the edge of the nest and hold an advancement ceremony here.

They also need evil people to replenish their source of life.

The three parties reached a fragile balance in a short period of time.

"Are the two offices far apart?"

"It's not far, it's all in the central area of ​​the town."

"Then let's choose the meeting place among them."

Huang Ye had no better choice, so he decided.

The two chose a hotel and did not pay.

Then we wandered around the town for a few hours, getting familiar with the terrain.

I'm also looking for a factory that produces nails.

Found that there really is.

It was a simple small hardware workshop.

Produces various flat head nails, thumbtacks, threaded nails, etc.

Seeing that the output was not large, Huang Ye bought them all, only about ten boxes.

The two passed by the black market.

Saw various firearms hanging on the wall.

Huang Ye hesitated for a while and then walked in: "How can I sell the pistol?"

Han Shuang, who was following behind, was also slightly stunned.

You’ve already bought nails, why buy a gun?

In her opinion, the boss's nail was a combination of two extraordinary powers, with great power.

She suffered a lot and had holes pierced through her body.

Since then, her understanding of the use of gravity has improved a lot.

But he can't be as handy as Huang Ye.

Light exerts gravity on items.

All extremely difficult.

"The prices are different."

"It depends on which one you want."

The shop owner, a bearded man, raised his eyes and glanced at the two visitors.

I can't see the depth clearly either.

"Is there any difference?"

Huang Ye glanced at the series of rifles on the wall and the exquisite pistols in the bulletproof glass.

Calm asked.

"Of course."

The boss introduced it enthusiastically but not too proactively.

Privately-made pistols are cheaper, but the quality is less stable.

The official standard pistol is much more expensive.

The boss explained that the difference in firearms between Contract City and Cunhu City is also very big.

The former has a fast rate of fire and a deep magazine. The latter is powerful and explosive.

Huang Ye understood as soon as he heard that these were choices made based on the local belief path.

"What unique markings do the pistols in Contract City have?"

Huang Ye asked as if casually.

"some."

"The official contract has a unique number on the left side of the gun body."

"For every peace officer with a gun."

"As long as you scratch off the serial number coating, you can't tell which sheriff held it during his lifetime."

The boss smiled and was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

Huang Ye nodded.

In his first coffin lay Chen Yilin's pistol.

He didn't know much about this type of thing.

The reason for keeping it.

It's all out of caution.

Perhaps the current authority is not high enough.

Although he can control the free movement of people in the consciousness space.

But he is also an ordinary person.

Perhaps in the future, it will be able to lift its own restrictions.

Although exercising can improve your strength, it takes a long time.

If Huang Ye had a gun inside, the deterrence would be different. All living beings are equal.

No matter it is facing a high-level existence, it is more advantageous.

Even if it is to deal with the extraordinary creatures among them, it is necessary to be prepared.

And the suppression of this consciousness space.

It is also Huang Ye's most special and most unexpected killer weapon.

It might have a miraculous effect when used to deal with Lin Qiao.

"Where are the matching bullets?"

"Is there any?"

Huang Ye did not hesitate and decided to place the order.

"Of course there is."

The boss's smile was a little warm.

In the end, Huang Ye bought a box, and he didn't know where the other party got it from.

But as a customer, he didn't ask any more questions.

"In fact, there are also homemade bullets made by civilians."

"The price will be cheaper."

The boss saw that Huang Ye was so generous.

It is also a more enthusiastic recommendation.

"What's the effect?"

"Haha, you should know this."

Huang Ye Mingwu, it seems that the effect is average: "How about giving me some bullets and I will try it first?"

The boss grinned and generously grabbed a handful of copper-orange bullets.

Sprinkled on bulletproof glass: "Come again if it's useful."

…

The sun has set in the west.

The harsh sunshine is no longer there.

The crowds of people on the street were also crowded.

Gradually lights were put on and stalls were set up.

This point is fundamentally different from his hometown.

Huang Ye's hometown does not have the commercial atmosphere of No. 530.

"Let's go and book a private room."

Huang Ye saw that it was almost time.

Then he returned to the hotel he had previously favored and walked into a luxurious box.

"How good is it for the two of us to eat like this?"

Han Shuang hesitated slightly. Huang Yehua's money today was tens of thousands.

Although she paid for it herself and Han Shuang was not short of money, she still felt luxurious.

Huang Ye pressed his cell phone and replied calmly: "Someone will come over to pay the bill."

Then he sent a message and a waiter was summoned.

When Han Shuang saw this, his heart sank.

You should know who the boss is contacting.

Is it really okay to eat here in level 70 hell?