Mystery Makes Me Strong

At this time, the black-haired man said: "If you can't directly contact their high-level personnel, then please give us a channel, and a channel that can contact their low-level personnel is also fine."

"Well, I can do this. They are rapidly expanding their staff recently, and many people have been lured into it." The waiter nodded and took out a note.

The big cat jumped onto the bar as if no one was there, and then looked down.

On the note, there are several names, as well as contact addresses and phone numbers.

One of the names was a bit familiar, and it was the Uncle Zena whom he had seen before.

The black-haired man took the note, and then he and the red-haired woman turned to leave, but were stopped by the waiter.

"Can I ask, when can I retreat?"

"This is out of our control, you have to ask your own boss." The red-haired girl said impatiently.

Another coward.

Thinking this way, she followed her partner and left the secret meeting place.

The big cat continued to keep up.

Wen Rensheng asked the big cat to turn his head and look at the waiter. He felt that he was playing a 3D version of an adventure game, but those NPCs were all living people with thoughts, who would fear and plan for themselves. A joint pawn will also have various ideas.

And when he turned his head, he found something interesting—the waiter's eyes gradually became fierce, not like human eyes, but rather like the eyes of a big cat when it attacked.

Abandoned, ignored hate?

This is one of the mystical world's favorite catalysts. It has long been common sense that human emotions are catalysts for the growth of alien species, and similarly, disasters are also pursuing these things.

It can be seen from this that calamity and heterogeneity are indeed of the same origin.

It's just the catalyst needed for heterogeneous growth, not just emotions, but also other things.

It is more like a condensate of mysterious rules, something needs to stimulate it in order to mobilize this rule.

And these things can only be found in different people.

When Wen Rensheng thought of this, he suddenly admired himself. Even when playing this kind of adventure game, he never forgot to comprehend and improve himself all the time.

There is no way, this is the self-restraint of a perfect personality - praying even when smoking.

The big cat just took one more look, and then chased the two out of the bar.

Then it was a few days of tossing, meeting all kinds of people, listening to all kinds of words.

Noisy, insulting, compromising, bribery, beating, threatening...

In short, the pair of men and women are using various means to achieve their goal of contacting the source of the disaster.

There are results. They have already established contact with several middle and lower-level members of the worship group, and they also know the detailed internal structure of the other party...ordinary members-pastors-senior pastors-favored ones.

The two sneered at this, very disdainful, but patiently approached their god-favored one step by step, in order to establish a communication channel with the source of disaster and complete the tasks on them.

Looking at their situation, it is impossible to achieve this goal without a few weeks of work and more capital.

It took a long time, not because Wen Rensheng didn't want to go straight to Huanglong, but because he had more energy than he wanted. If he doesn't want to lose this precious big cat, he can't go forward alone.

That disaster can cover a whole state, and it won't be as easy to deal with as the first two guys.

So he needs to fish in troubled waters.

The water is starting to get muddy now.

The ordinary people in McCann, the source of disaster, the salute meeting, Eagle Fort, and the inspectorate across the sea...

Wen Rensheng believes that the inspectorate will definitely keep an eye on this side, because they need to absorb the other party's experience or learn from the other party's lessons.

What would they do if such a catastrophic separatist regime appeared in the land of Dongzhou?

Is it to emulate the practice of the McCann people, or to completely eradicate it?

this is a problem.

On this day, Wen Rensheng asked the big cat to follow the two of them as usual.

This time, what the two of them had to do was to welcome someone with stronger power and a higher position.

And the person he received was a super soldier numbered 13, with master-level strength.

The big cat confirmed this at a glance.

No. 13 is a strong man with a height of nearly two meters, a very strong kind, with explosive muscles all over his body, which is a symbol of strength and arrogance at a glance.

As a tool to show your muscles, it is really good.

Wen Rensheng already knew that these numbered aliens were all customized by the McCanns through the whirlpool door, and there were countless corpses piled up behind them.

Although the price was huge, it was paid by others, and what they got was a strong and rapidly formed combat power.

Wen Rensheng believed that, with the virtues of the McCanns, they must still be exchanging money secretly, but the frequency would not be that high.

No wonder the big cat has been running for so long, and the homeless people on the street haven't seen many of them.

Moreover, although the southern border was closed, there was no identification and deportation of those who sneaked in. This can be seen from the experience of the Bauer family.

It is impossible for the company where Ball works to have a high profile, and their family can settle down smoothly, which must be due to acquiescence.

Every detail of life is deeply imprinted with the imprint of the times.

"Sir, we've already connected with the worshipers. It's a senior pastor. He has a channel to contact the so-called divinely favored person, and then he notifies that monster... No, it's that Your Excellency." The red-haired woman Speaking to number 13.

No. 13 did not speak, but stared at the red-haired girl up and down, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

The red-haired girl backed away quietly. Of course, the bodies of the aliens are all very good. This red-haired girl has a unique charm. Of course, it is not attractive to Wen Rensheng, because his vision is too high.

The black-haired man stepped forward to block the opponent's line of sight, and said, "Sir, please decide when to contact them. Every minute you delay, the opponent will become stronger."

Wen Rensheng understood that the black-haired man was implying that the powerful No. 13 should not do unnecessary things.

But can the other party understand this hint?

But Wen Rensheng would not watch such a disgusting thing happen before his eyes.

"Okay, hurry up and get rid of those garbage, and then let's do something happy." No. 13 said with a smile.

Then he erected his strong muscles.

Then a man and a woman started working with number 13 under an inexplicable atmosphere.

They quickly found the so-called senior pastor—it was the previous Uncle Zena.

This is not a coincidence, considering that the other party pulls heads for the sake of his own nephew, and it is not uncommon to climb to the position of senior priest.

After all, when an organization first begins to expand, it is easiest to reach a high position.

"You want to talk to the patrons? That's impossible. The patrons have to communicate with God every day, so they don't have time to see you." Zena, an ordinary middle-aged white man, was already shaking at this moment.

He was dressed in a big black robe, with a majestic face, and the confidence and tone of a superior person in his tone.

Obviously, the busyness these days is not in vain.

"Is there really no time?" Hearing this, No. 13 suddenly punched the floor, and a huge pit five meters deep appeared directly...

"Now, now that I have it, I will try my best to inform the three of you." Zena's little prestige disappeared immediately, and he nodded immediately.

At 13:00, he waved his hand dismissively and said, "Go."

The other two looked at the big pit and fell silent.

If they also have such power, why do they need to toss so many days?

The level of power determines the difficulty of negotiations.

Wen Rensheng dismissed this, for a guy who hasn't really mastered his strength, his punch just now was too scattered.

The real brilliance should be like it is now...

The big cat pawed lightly, and a jet of water appeared on the solid floor.

The three of them were caught off guard, and were immediately chilled.

"Is this the god's counterattack?" No. 13 stared at the water jet, neither dodging nor dodging, letting it hit him.

The other two avoided it.

The red-haired girl couldn't help asking: "Sir, how strong is the power it is showing now?"

"It's twice as strong as me." No. 13 didn't hide it, nor ignored it.