The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft

They do things secretly, and follow the routine first, learn about their addresses and living habits, and then formulate countermeasures.

Cen Wen's whereabouts are simple and regular. He goes home after work, does not stay out overnight, and at most goes to nearby stores to buy half-price daily fresh food and daily necessities. He does not drink alcohol.

This is a habit left by the battlefield. People with supernatural powers are less likely to be addicted to tobacco, alcohol, drugs and other addictive things. When they can get supplies, it’s okay. Irritable, once the ability riots, the people around him will be unlucky.

The two people who followed her drove to the hypermarket, parked their car and followed her in to see what she was buying.

The hypermarket was crowded with people, and Cen Wen stood in front of the daily chemical shelf and concentrated on choosing washing products. When she was holding two bottles of laundry detergent to compare the differences, she noticed two eyes behind her that had been staring at her.

[Someone is watching us. 】The little cane warns.

[Well, I noticed it. 】

[Do you want a beating? 】

[Walk them first, there are so many people here, don't get me wrong. 】

【Okay~】

Cen Wen put down the laundry detergent expressionlessly, walked to the other end of the shelf to look at a new type of laundry block, and found that those two eyes were still staring at him.

She put down the laundry cubes and walked around to the other side of the rack to look at the other laundry items.

Within two minutes, those two eyes appeared behind him again.

After trying three times, I can confirm that I am being targeted.

[Oh Roar~] The little rattan is very happy, which means that it will soon have new food reserves.

Cen Wen remained silent, walked back blankly, took the bag of laundry cubes and left.

After that, she walked around the hypermarket, looking here and there.

I took a pack of frozen chicken breasts and walked halfway to the store, thinking about going back to the freezer to exchange for two bags of scallops and two steaks.

I took a piece of bottled water, walked halfway to the store and saw that there was a discount on the beverage pusher, picked it up, then walked back, and put the piece of water back to its original place.

I haven't missed the half-price discounted freshly made food. I took a few boxes of my favorite fried food and warmed it up for dinner. It can also be stored in the space for lunch at noon tomorrow.

She was walking around very vigorously, and the two people who followed her couldn't take it anymore, and they kept scolding her mother's woman for being so good at walking around.

An hour later, Cen Wen left with a cart full of groceries.

It was the evening business peak of the store at this time, and there were many people and vehicles outside. Cen Wen struggled through with a big bag in one hand, and took advantage of the flow of people to distance himself from the two people watching behind him.

The little cane helped her keep an eye on the rear. If the distance was too far, she would walk slower, and if she caught up with her, she would walk faster. Just walking and hanging like this, Cen Wen saw a dark alley, and slipped into it. The big bag was also thrown into the space.

The two people who were following her were also depressed. They were going to drive, but found that Ah Wen was walking, and had no intention of taking a taxi at all, so they had no choice but to follow her on foot to see where she was going.

After chasing into a dark alley, the rest of the matter is up to the two of them.

Cen Wen waited for the two of them to throw themselves into the trap with empty hands, and drained most of their vitality as soon as he showed up, watching them fall to the ground with limp legs.

The little cane followed closely and sneaked up from behind, injected truth venom into one person, and the other restrained him from speaking with anesthetic flower fragrance, and it was his turn to wait until the first one finished asking.

"Who sent you here?"

"Lao Yang."

"Old Yang from the boxing ring?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to do with me?"

"I understand your preferences and weaknesses, and I want to see if I can include you."

"What if you can't?"

"killed."

"How many times have you done this?"

"Many times."

"You yourself were recruited in this way?"

"I'm not, some people are, and some people have different intentions after being recruited, and they are killed in the end."

"Why is Lao Yang so keen on eliminating dissidents?"

"He doesn't like anyone threatening his place in the ring."

"He thinks I do too?"

"Yes, if you save someone by leapfrogging, the boxing ring may keep you."

"The boxing field knows that I will go back to the normal society to take the first-level therapist certificate after I am second-level."

"That's it, at your age, who knows if you can succeed. If you don't succeed, you are in the boxing ring all day. If you cure one more level three, Lao Yang will cure one less. It's all money."

"Oh, after all, it's all about money." Cen Wen nodded clearly, but this brought up a new question, "Who is Lao Yang's backstage? He is so arrogant and has no one behind him. Do not believe."

"There's someone behind him, but I don't know who it is."

"Is there any of you who might know?"

"I have no idea."

Cen Wen asked a few more questions in turn. He answered questions about his personality traits and personal preferences, but as long as Lao Yang's privacy was involved, he didn't know anything about it.

Seeing that there was nothing to be asked, the little rattan paralyzed the man, and another person continued to ask.

The second person was paralyzed from the very beginning. He watched his companion ask and answer, said everything without any concealment, sweated from fright, and anxiously wanted his companion to shut up. Like anesthesia, the consciousness is clear, and the muscles are not in control at all.

Now that it was his turn, he knew what was going on, but it was too late and he couldn't go back.

"How much do you know about Lao Yang's privacy? You fans, you came to him in different order, there must be little secrets that others don't know, right?"

"I don't know, I just heard that Lao Yang must have committed crimes in the outside world." After being injected with the venom of truth, his fate was also doomed.

"What did you do?"

"I have no idea."

"Why do you say he committed a crime?"

"He is a therapist who specializes in treating people with third-level abilities, but he only has a first-level therapist certificate."

"That is to say, he hasn't renewed his certificate?"

"Yes, with Lao Yang's character, how could he not show off his certificates?"

Cen Wen nodded in agreement. According to legal requirements, a third-level therapist certificate represents a solid fourth-level strength. How could he not show off?

Even if the black market doesn't value certificates, a therapist who can treat people with third-level abilities must have the same level of strength, right?

He only has a first-level therapist certificate, and if he hasn’t gone to the exam for many years to change his certificate, Cen Wen will guess whether he has committed crimes outside. If he has a criminal record, he will be arrested if he goes out for the exam.

Such a person not only gained a firm foothold in the underground boxing arena in the black market, but also has an unknown backer behind him. This person has done a lot of dirty work to achieve his current status, and now he has his eyes on Cen Wen.

Cen Wen then asked Lao Yang about his usual course of action, what he would do regularly every day, and what would be related to unexpected situations that were not within the itinerary.

This person confided everything without saying a word, and finally confessed to the remaining fans. Besides them, there were five other people, two of the fire department and three of the gold department, all of them were third-level abilities, their names and The appearance is also described.