Stop In The Deep Sea

"Ding dong ~ ding dong ~"

At this time, the doorbell of the villa rang. Wang Xin and Dai Xingyue looked at each other, both of them were surprised.

They basically don’t have many friends in the deep sea base. If they ring the doorbell early in the morning, who will it be?

"Could it be that Chai Hao was discharged from the hospital early?" Wang Xin guessed as he opened the door to take a look.

Outside the small garden, seven or eight strange men were ringing the doorbell hurriedly. They were all wearing black suits and did not look like good people.

Wang Xin asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Open the door, why is there all this nonsense?" said one of the men with a scar on his face.

When Wang Xin heard this, he became furious, but instead of replying, he pressed the unlock button.

He wanted to see what these people wanted to do.

Several people walked into the yard along the path. Wang Xin crossed his arms and blocked the door. The person's origin was unknown, so it was better to be cautious.

"What's your name? How long have you been at the deep-sea base? What's your current job?" The scarred man took out a notebook and prepared to take notes.

Wang Xin did not answer, but asked: "Can I take the liberty to ask, what unit do you belong to, and what are you doing with these investigations?"

Hearing this, the scarred man put the notebook behind his back and said impatiently: "We are members of the Mimicry Alliance and are conducting an investigation. Boy, what am I asking? What do you say? Stop talking so much nonsense. Do you understand?"

Wang Xin's heart sank. What he was most worried about happened.

Needless to say, this "mimicry alliance" must be an organization created by Quan Henan and the others.

Through the Mimic's press conference a few days ago, he had a premonition that someone wanted to use the Mimic's powerful strength in exchange for the dominance of the deep-sea base.

To put it bluntly, they just want to dominate this place where there is no police or military.

Quan Henan is an important pawn in this conspiracy. Behind it, there should be a more mysterious organization or leader.

Now many people have been transplanted with elastic mithril. He calculated that Quan Henan and the others would take action soon, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly.

But there is a mixed bag among mimics. If some scum have the power to decide the life and death of others, they will definitely find ways to torture the weak.

For example, the scarred man in front of me can be seen from the way he does things that this person is definitely not a kind person.

Wang Xin knew it well, so he cooperated with Scar Man's performance and said with a flattering face: "Oh, it turns out you are from the Mimicry Alliance. You are the heroes of the deep sea base. I will definitely cooperate with you."

Obviously, the rainbow fart had an effect. The scarred man's expression changed from impatient to arrogant, as if to say: I guess you are wise.

When Wang Xin saw this, his eyes turned and he told lies casually: "My name is Li Wei. I come from the countryside. I am currently driving a car at a deep sea base. The salary is very high."

Judging from the actions of the other party, it seems that the Base Management Association did not hand over the information of the people who entered the sea to the Mimic Alliance, so it asked the grassroots Mimics to conduct door-to-door investigations.

This shows that there are differences between the two parties on this matter, and the Base Management Association should not belong to Quan Henan.

That would be easy, just make it up, and they have no way of verifying it anyway.

Scared Man believed Wang Xin's words deeply and urged: "I didn't ask about your salary. Are you alone here?"

"I also have a cousin. Her name is Li Hong. She is from my second uncle's family. She just came to the deep-sea base yesterday and has no job yet. Brother, are you still short of people? Can you find a class for my cousin?" Wang Xin said matter-of-factly.

The scarred man was speechless after hearing this, but he didn't say anything. He looked in the direction of Wang Xin's finger and saw that there was indeed a girl sitting in the living room.

"Brother, don't worry. I can't let your help go in vain. My second uncle's family is a coffin maker. Their craftsmanship is very good and they are famous in the whole village. If you need it in the future, you can come to me at any time. My second uncle looks after me. I’ll definitely give you a 20% discount.”

Dai Xingyue couldn't help laughing when she heard Wang Xin's nonsense in the living room.

Several people outside the door turned green when they heard this. Didn't this curse them to death?

But seeing how honest Wang Xin was, it didn't look like he was telling lies.

The scarred man quickly recorded the information in his notebook, and then continued to ask: "Have you transplanted elastic mithril?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xin immediately understood that the real purpose of their investigation was to recruit troops. At this time, a large number of people had been transplanted with bullets and silver, which was a good time to expand the team.

"I don't have a transplant. I did some neuron sensitivity test a few days ago. The doctor said that I have a special constitution and am allergic to silver bullets. I have been taking desensitization medicine for the past two days and am going to try it again." Wang Xin scratched his head. A serious face.

When the scarred man heard this, he scratched his head with an expression on his face as if he had eaten fly excrement. He thought that there was no need to ask, this kid was probably not a fool.

As for elastic mithril allergy, can it be solved by taking desensitization drugs?

Even if a player like this is recruited into the organization, what use will it be?

The scarred man tore off the page he just recorded in disgust, crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the grass nearby. He winked at the men in black next to him and turned to leave.

Seeing them preparing to leave, Wang Xin didn't forget to add: "Brother, if you need anything, remember to come to me and I'll give you a 20% discount~"

The scarred man staggered upon hearing this, and turned half sideways to say something, but he still held back, cursed, closed the door of the villa, and headed to the next house.

Back in the room, Dai Xingyue joked: "Come on, Li Wei, call me cousin."

"Hello, Cousin Li Hong." Wang Xin walked to the side of the sofa and sat down and said. "The Mimics have now formed an alliance, which may not be a good thing for ordinary people. I don't know what medicine they are selling in their gourds."

After the last mimicry conference, he and Dai Xingyue met on the street corner and mentioned this incident.

Now that the relationship between the two is more familiar, Dai Xingyue thought for a moment and then said: "The Mimics have been making moves for a long time. Under the banner of 'researching the way to immortality', they have privately found many consortiums to invest."

The way to eternal life!

This word is not unfamiliar, traces can be found from the pre-Qin period.

According to legend, Qin Shihuang sent Xu Fu and five hundred boys and girls on a boat to search for the elixir of immortality, but the end result was nothing. No one knows whether Xu Fu found it or not.

This topic has never stopped. We don’t seek fortune and wealth, but we seek longevity!

Who doesn’t want to have a lifespan as long as the sun and the moon, who doesn’t want to live for thousands of years, who doesn’t want to experience the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and who doesn’t want to see all the prosperity of the world.

Even now, with the advent of science and technology, there are still people who are studying various ancient prescriptions, trying to step on the shoulders of the ancients to explore the meaning of life and achieve immortality.

But until today, no one has really researched the method of immortality. Even the super ancient martial arts masters in ancient times have become a pile of loess with the passage of time and have been written into the scrolls of history.