"Why wouldn't I like meeting your boss?"
"Because he's hot-tempered."
"I'm good at making friends," Terry Boyle said.
"Trust me, he's definitely not on your list of friends."
"Is it really okay to slander your boss behind his back?"
West stood up with a smile. "To be honest, other than Gaia and his little dragon, he's killed all the dragons he's seen."
Terry's expression froze. "When did you find out?"
"You don't seem to be planning to hide it," West said. "Or rather, you don't plan to hide it from us. That's why I'm being honest with you."
To be honest, if a dragon wanted to hide his identity, he could do it better.
"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"
"The manager said that you're so heavily injured that you're almost peeing blood, but you don't look like you're in danger at all." West looked Terry up and down.
"Do you know how long I've been a guardian?"
"No. A hundred years? A thousand years? "
"Five hundred years. If it's a thousand years, I can retire," Terry said. Terry Boyle said, "But even if it's only five hundred years, I'm already sick of it. I have to face those twisted and unnatural creatures every day. But I can't start a war. I'm the Nature Guardian. The only thing I can do is maintain the status quo. What a bastard rule."
West was a good listener. At least when Terry complained, he didn't seem annoyed at all.
"Then, Blood Mary came to me and provided me with a good plan. Of course, her fee isn't cheap."
"So, the so-called injury is actually a trap between you and the 23rd Blood Mary? You can't start a war, but those unnatural creatures can. You want them to start a war? "
"Yes, and they even attracted a powerful spiritualist team like you."
"What about the benefits the manager promised? Is it real or fake? "
"Of course it's real. Malone's promise is my promise."
Terry Boyd smiled at West. "So, what's your choice now that you know the truth?"
"For us, the truth is not important. The reason why I'm talking to you openly is not only to satisfy my curiosity, but also to ensure that we are not pawns in some conspiracy."
"To be precise, you are indeed pawns."
"At least our roles aren't that hard to accept."
"If you can let your boss who can slay dragons participate in this war, I will pay you handsomely."
"Our boss is a collector. Fire Dragon, Black Dragon, Silver Dragon, Metal Dragon … He seems to be missing a Dragon Ball from a Poison Dragon. Can you provide it?"
"Alright, alright, forget about him. I think he's not interested in the remuneration I'm offering."
"A wise choice."
…
Chen Zhao had just learned that Hamm had just completed the arms transfer today. American arms suppliers were all over the world.
Of course, Hamm wouldn't tell him how many weapons he'd received.
However, Chen Zhao had estimated that the firearms were enough for a soldier to kill a tank division.
Chen Zhao looked into the distance. Ham and his men were testing the weapons.
They even put Chen Zhao's photo on the target.
It was as if their weapons weren't for missions, but to deal with Chen Zhao.
Of course, as long as they were happy.
These soldiers were more like spoiled boys.
Their weapons gave them great confidence and a sense of security.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"Mr. Chen, don't you have plans to go out today?" Ella asked.
"Sorry, no, but I'll still pay you," Chen Zhao said.
"Okay then." Ella Gonzalez was happy to relax. She could get money and not have to work. "I think there are gunshots over there."
"I'm watching a movie."
"Okay, have a good day. Bye."
Seeing that Hamm and the others were almost done with their weapons testing, Chen Zhao turned to leave.
They'd been wasting time in Cali these days, but they weren't idling.
Instead, they were waiting for information. Right now, they could only lock onto the location of Sara's lab within 500 square kilometers.
What did this mean?
It was about the size of a medium-sized city that could accommodate three million people.
Finding a laboratory in such a large area, especially one that was hidden underground, was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
Even Chen Zhao couldn't find it unless he was willing to spend a lot of time.
But Chen Zhao definitely wouldn't go looking for trouble.
As America's backyard, the American intelligence network in Mexico was even more developed than the Mexican government.
They'd find clues sooner or later anyway. Chen Zhao didn't need to be snubbed.
Chen Zhao was driving. Cali's scenery, urban planning, and layout were quite nice.
When he passed by Messicali University, he happened to see a familiar figure walking out of the school.
Zhang Yi had just finished class and was walking out with her textbooks.
Chen Zhao parked the car by the roadside. Zhang Yi also saw him.
"You're … Mr. Chen, right?"
"Hello, Ms. Zhang. Where are you going? I'll drive you."
"Thanks, but it's okay. I still need to work."
Zhang Yi was clearly wary of Chen Zhao.
"It's not close to the restaurant you work at."
"I'm not going to the restaurant. I have three jobs. I need to rush to a supermarket this afternoon."
"Come on," Chen Zhao said, smiling. "I won't eat you."
Zhang Yi hesitated for a while, but finally got into Chen Zhao's car.
"Mr. Chen, aren't you traveling with a group?"
"No, I'm traveling on my own."
In Zhang Yi's eyes, those who could travel on their own were all rich.
Mexico's consumption level wasn't high, but traveling abroad with a group would cost at least ten or twenty thousand RMB.
If he was traveling on his own, however, it would be expensive.
"Who was that lady that day?"
"I hired a local guide."
"What do you do, Mr. Chen? When I come back, maybe I can work at your company. "
"I'm running a small business. I probably can't afford a top student like you."
"I'm studying in Mexico, but I'm not a top student. I'm just trying to get some experience."
"I'm just opening a small workshop and producing beer with a brand name. If you really come to my place, I probably won't know what to do, unless you're willing to work as a technician on the production line."
"From the way you talk, you don't seem like a nouveau riche who produces fake products."
"I studied medicine, but I couldn't stay a doctor anymore, so I became a small boss."
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