Thriller: I created an alien asylum

The elite man pushed the glasses, "Boss, who do you want to kill?"

"No, no, I am doing business and do not do those criminal things. I mean curiosity. This is a dark city. There should be that kind of person exist?"

Guan Jingshan is not persuaded, but since he can make money in business normally, why do you need to risk the risk of being in prison or shot to buy murder?

Yes, a boss who is going to dark city, collecting stolen goods, and even inquiring with the killer mercenary is a serious business ...

The elite man pushed the pushing glasses and swallowed all the vomiting into his belly. He would never talk about it, otherwise wearing glasses would become a person who would be enthusiastic, and he would never climb the bottom without seeing the bottom. The abyss.

"Of course, there is a special commissioned task here. In theory, as long as the boss gives enough money, no matter what kind of task will be connected."

Perhaps in Huaxia, which controls the firearms, those killers and mercenaries will be difficult, but as long as the price is over, someone will still take risks.

What's more, there are not only ordinary people in the dark city, but there are also those who are unpredictable and powerful and powerful masters.

However, there is no need to disclose to a layman to listen to these things.

He is an intelligence dealer, if it wasn't for the boss's money to be generous, and hired him to accompany him to the dark city, he really didn't want to serve such ordinary people.

The rich is the uncle.

The elite man followed Guan Jingshan, and reminded him what he could touch or not, and some rules that could not be violated.

Guan Jingshan passed by the witch's booth.

He glanced at the crystal ball immediately with his fingers, "Huh? Why didn't you put anything on this people's stall? Are you sold out? Or is this crystal sold?"

The elite man was stunned for a while, crystal ball? Divination?

Are there really people who set up a stall in a dark city to scraout money?

And this last stall ...

The elite man's expression was uncertain. He looked at the witch carefully, but felt a strong sight on him.

He couldn't help looking at this sight.

Looking at the sharp eyes of Bo La.

The elite man instantly sweated.

horrible!

This person is definitely life -threatening.

Such a character can only stand behind the stall owner, and it presents a protection state. Is it ... the status of the stall owner is not ordinary?

As an intelligence dealer, if he didn't have a certain vision, then he couldn't eat the meal.

Just a glance, he saw that the other party was not easy.

And knowing the group of people with mysterious abilities, the elite man faintly emerged a thought, maybe ... the other party is a strange master!

Although he knew that there must be a strange teacher in the dark city.

However, he has never seen a few strange masters.

Once, the identity of the master is mysterious and special, they are often hidden in the crowd and are unwilling to expose their identity.

Secondly, the number of people who control the strange master are scarce. To meet them, they not only need certain abilities, but also have a certain degree of luck.

The heartbeat of the elite man is accelerating. Is it coming today?

at the same time.

Guan Jingshan, who did not know and was stupid, had squatted in front of the booth.

Of course, Guan Jingshan is not so stupid. He has been strolling with the elite men for so long. He has learned from the other party that some of the hidden rules of the dark city.

Especially those who have shops must not offend.

And these stalls that are behind and remote are often some of the doors, such as thieves, robbers, natives, and so on.

Treat these people, as long as they wave their banknotes, the other party will not care about Guan Jingshan's attitude.

"Brother, what is it to sell here? Is there a crystal ball? Or is there any special place for this crystal ball?"

Wu smiled: "Guest, I don't sell things here."

Guan Jingshan "Ah": "Don't sell things?"

So what are you doing here? He was full of doubts.

The next moment, the other party answered his doubts.

I saw the man wearing a mysterious magic robe and seeing a wizard, saying in a mysterious tone: "The silk thread of fate emerges in my vision, and in addition, it is all virtual."

In popular terms, I can only see your destiny.

The elite man tightened his palms, and his palms were sweaty. He immediately stepped forward and asked anxiously in a strange and enthusiastic tone: "Excuse me, what is the price of the prediction?"

Seeing fate is different from seeing the future?

Coupled with the meaning of the items of crystal balls, the elite men can basically determine that the other party may see the future of others through divination.

Who does not want to know what you will face in the future?

Perhaps, as long as the corner of destiny is spy, then the original sad ending can be reversed.

People will make countless choices in this life, but not every choice will lead to the correct ending. The reality is not a game, there is no archive point.

There is no sign of accidents.

Rich people have the ability to be afraid of death, they are afraid of the unknown future, and urgently want to spy on their future destiny.

Bo immediately inserted a sentence: "Five million."

Xiao Liudi was stunned and shocked his mouth. Originally, he thought that 100,000 was the limit of the other party. I didn't expect that there was more exaggerated waiting.

Five million?

Is he crazy or is the other party crazy?

Impossible?

Even if the other party is a fool, he can't agree to this price.

The elite man counted all his money, gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Okay!"

He immediately took out several cards, "These are all bearer account cards. If you don't want the cards, do you need me to exchange them for dark gold coins?"

Bo took the cards in his hand, "No need."

They are not really people in the dark market. If they exchange them for dark gold coins, they may have to exchange them for cash again, which is too troublesome.

Guan Jingshan squatted there in astonishment, "Wait."

He pulled the trouser legs of the elite man and asked strangely: "What's going on?"

Didn't he hire a guide?

Why did this guide who was familiar with the dark market suddenly get excited?

The elite man can no longer care about Guan Jingshan, the boss, and he said urgently: "I want to know my future destiny."

Wu pointed his hand at the crystal ball and motioned him to put his hand on it.

The elite man immediately did as he was told. His hands felt cold, but soon, a strange feeling surged through his body.

The elite man's eyes blurred and he found himself in another place from the dark market.

He was holding a suitcase and waiting in a place.

On the other side, a man also approached him with something in his hand.