Pirate’s Infinite Wings

(Before the end of this month, the hunter will be finished. What do you want to read next? The Magical Forbidden Books? Fate Reprint? Fairy Tail? Hokage? , I don't have to vote anymore, it's too troublesome. By the way, the new program can also be used, except for Zhanmei.)

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Fang Lang threw the question, Paris Stone naturally couldn't ignore it, he said slowly in deep thought, "Send out the chimeric ants to attack the troops and exterminate this mutant race."

As soon as this statement came out, the rest of the committee members nodded in agreement.

These people don't care whether it is cruel to erase a race. As human beings, it is the best choice to control or eliminate all the unstable factors that threaten human rule.

Of course, Fang Lang wouldn't even care. The whole world is dead, and he won't feel too much, as long as he doesn't touch the people around him.

"The crusade is wrong, Vice President, what do you think?" Bins asked.

"This unit must be elite, with a small number of people and strong individual strength, so that it can move quickly and not give the chimeric ants time to react." Pariston looked at Fang Lang with a smile, and said: "As the review minister, The leader of this force is a good fit."

"I don't care, I have a cold recently, so it's not suitable to travel." Fang Lang chuckled and refused.

However, the reason for refusal, how to listen and how to fake it, wind and cold? Thank you for saying it.

But no one is going to expose it, because everyone's mind is the same.

It's okay to set up a crusade, but don't look for them, just kill a group of ants, just pick a few masters, do you think they can be dispatched?

If you do it well, that's what it should be, if you don't do it well, isn't that a slap in the face!

Simply thankless.

"Really, the Minister of Censorship actually got a cold. Then, do you have any suitable candidates for the crusade?" Pariston said in surprise.

"Let me choose, of course it's you, the vice president. As a child mouse of the twelve earthly branches, and a three-star hunter, it's just right to deal with chimeric ants." Fang Lang pouted and said casually.

"This can't be done. The work in the association is so busy that I don't have time to spare." Pariston shook his head, "The leader of the crusade must have leadership, but if neither I nor the Minister of Censorship can do it, the Minister of Intelligence? "

"No, no, I'm also very busy here. We work in the rear, so forget about the front."

"So, Secretary of Secret Service?"

"Without manpower, our department has always been understaffed."

"That makes sense, then, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"Don't be kidding, we don't have that kind of combat power."

Pariston asked them one by one, and everyone refused. There are no idiots here, whoever wants to go.

"I really don't know the current situation at all, what should I do, President?" Pariston looked at Nitro helplessly, and said with a smile: "In this situation, everyone can't get out of it, and only the most idle guild leader. You can take on the position of leader of the subjugation unit."

As soon as these words came out, the meeting was quiet a lot.

Fang Lang frowned without a trace, he seemed to have misunderstood something, Pariston didn't come to him at all, but to Nitro.

No, to be precise, it was for him and Nitro.

"I have a headache, and I don't want to go. If the old man goes, it will be too boring." Nitro looked like that, stroked his beard, raised his hand and pointed, "Sure enough, it is still the Minister of Censorship, Fang Lang, you go. Your With a good head and sufficient strength, your task is the most suitable."

"I have a cold..."

"Bings, go and bring me the medicine that I have used to treat the cold for many years. As our general, the review minister cannot let him go to the battlefield with injuries." Nitro said immediately.

Fang Lang twitched and said, "Actually, I think the vice president can go. As for the work, it's better to leave it to the secretary for the time being, or to be managed by Secretary-General Bins temporarily, isn't it good?"

"Huh... That's not going to work, my strength is too weak, and I will be eaten by chimeric ants." Pariston spread his hands, "Sure enough, I should leave it to the strongest president..."

"I can't, Fang Lang will go."

"I'm sick... Vice President, don't belittle yourself, your strength is infinitely close to the President."

The three of them said a word to each other, playing the ball, and they were not in a hurry, and their faces did not fluctuate in the slightest.

As if to create this situation, Pariston smiled and played with the two of them.

On the contrary, the rest of the committee members felt speechless. They were all top figures in the association, and they were actually doing this kind of kid's push ball.

But when they thought about it, they themselves did the same, and immediately chose to shut up, pretending that they didn't see anything.

"What does this guy... want to do?" Fang Lang thought to himself, "Abandon me? Or the president? Abandon one of us, what is his purpose? What is he going to do?"

With too little knowledge and unequal intelligence, it is difficult to guess what the other party thinks.

But Fang Lang could not become the leader of the crusade, because no one knew what follow-up means Pariston had after he took over the mission.

Therefore, it is wisest to keep the enemy still and I not move.

Moreover, as long as the present is over, Fang Lang decides to capture Claudia first, and then see what Pariston will look like?

Just thinking of this, Pariston suddenly said: "Forget it, let me go. If I die on the battlefield, please avenge me."

His voice was pessimistic.

Hearing this, Fang Lang frowned slightly, and just when he felt something was wrong, Nitro replied, "Well... as expected, I should go."

"Ah, President, if you go, then I won't go, come on!"

"No, I'm not going." Nitro shook his head again.

This scene gave Fang Lang a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, the two looked at him at the same time.

"Then, let's examine the minister." Pariston suggested in distress.

Nitro hesitated for a while, but still nodded: "Well, it makes sense. It doesn't matter for a small illness like wind chill."

Why did the scene suddenly become like this? Fang Lang was just a little distracted, as if he had fallen into a trap.

This can't be done, we have to find a way to break the deadlock.

Fang Lang thought to himself. ..