'Is this a special case …'
The person in charge narrowed his eyes as he pondered.
'Or should I reluctantly regard this phenomenon as a talent?'
'Then, I'll make a conclusion?'
'If I make such an arbitrary conclusion, won't I feel relaxed?'
'And with limited information, if I go deeper, I'll have to allocate a large portion of manpower, energy, and time.'
In that case, he might as well not have too much [Delusion] and simplify things from complicated to save himself a lot of work out of thin air.
'But in this way, I'll have to overturn the important information that has already become an established fact.'
'It doesn't make sense …'
Thousands of thoughts turned into a pool of muddy water in his stomach. The person in charge had a pleasant smile on his face as he reached out and gently patted the shoulder of the soldier in front of him a few times.
"You're very good."
The heartfelt praise filled the soldier with strength all of a sudden.
"Keep up the good work."
Then, the person in charge handed over the on-site work to his subordinates without hesitation and then took the two to the office.
In the end, the person in charge still couldn't treat this as a special case. This meant that there would be a lot of work to do next.
Of course, he could irresponsibly classify this matter as a coincidence to reduce the work that might be wasted in the future.
But he couldn't get around the hurdle in his heart.
Perhaps, this was also the reason why he was in this position.
.....
Somewhere in the wilderness, a black truck was driving on a bumpy mountain road with its footprints still visible.
The weeds on the side of the road were too lush and spread to the middle of the mountain road. A large area was crushed by the truck driving past.
In the driver's seat, the middle-aged driver was cursing. His mouth was like a machine gun. Since he drove on the mountain road, he hadn't stopped cursing from the beginning to the end.
There was a young woman in the front passenger seat. She was wearing sunglasses and light makeup.
"We're almost there. You should stop for a while."
The young woman looked at the rusty iron gate at the end of the mountain road.
The middle-aged driver tilted his head and looked at the young woman. He grinned and said, "Hey, I haven't seen you speak on the way here. I thought you might be a mute. Fortunately, you're not. Otherwise, it would be a pity."
A wisp of killing intent suddenly seeped out from the young woman's aura.
The middle-aged driver didn't care. He smiled and said, "You seem quite easy to get along with. Why don't you join me?"
The young woman said angrily, "Get lost."
"Alright."
The middle-aged driver opened the door and rolled out of the car unreasonably.
The truck continued to move forward. Through the rearview mirror, the young woman looked at the middle-aged driver who had rolled to the side of the road. She coldly scolded him and moved to the driver's seat. She gently stepped on the brake and let the truck slowly pass through the rusty iron gate before stopping in front of the bomb shelter.
The air-raid shelter here had been abandoned for many years. The entrance was originally overgrown with weeds, but at this time, not even a single blade of grass could be seen. It was obvious that someone had cleaned it up.
After parking the truck, the young woman opened the door and jumped to the ground.
Two strong men walked out of the air-raid shelter and glanced at the spider tattoo on the young woman's neck.
One of the burly men asked in confusion, "Why is it only you? Where are the Sicars? "
"Dead."
"Hmm? What's going on? "
The two burly men's expressions changed slightly. They thought that something had happened along the way. If the location of the stronghold was exposed, it would not be good news.
"Sister, what do you mean by dead? Don't you know what it means to live for a thousand years? "
At this time, the middle-aged driver stuck his body out from the back of the truck and walked over slowly.
Seeing that the middle-aged driver was safe and sound, the two burly men were relieved. They looked at the young woman suspiciously and thought of the middle-aged driver's personality and vaguely guessed something.
The young woman glanced at the middle-aged driver casually. After cursing in her heart, she walked straight into the air-raid shelter.
The middle-aged driver smiled as he stared at the woman's swaying hips. He whistled softly and immediately patted one of the burly men's shoulder. He smiled and said, "I'll leave the unloading to you guys."
"Understood."
The middle-aged driver nodded and walked into the air-raid shelter.
After watching the middle-aged driver leave, the two burly men walked to the back of the truck and quickly opened the door.
The light penetrated into the truck and revealed a mountain of black stones.
"Tsk, what a great harvest."
Looking at the number of black stones in the truck, the burly man's eyes were filled with greed.
"Let's move quickly. There's still a lot to do later."
The other burly man did not think so much and began to unload the goods.
In a room deep in the air-raid shelter, a man in a black suit sat on the sofa with his hands clasped on his thighs.
A few meters in front of the man in the suit stood a burly man with a bare upper body. On his bulging abdominal muscles was a tattoo of a ferocious spider. It was very eye-catching.
The muscular man's eyes were closed. The psychokinesis around him rose like boiling water and white smoke rose from his shoulders.
After a long time, the muscular man slowly opened his eyes and the boiling psychokinesis calmed down.
The man in the suit asked, "How do you feel?"
The muscular man looked down at his clenched fists and grinned. "I can do it."
"Oh?"
The man in the suit raised his eyebrows and revealed a faint smile. He said with satisfaction, "Very good. It seems that willpower is one of the indispensable prerequisites if you want to use the black stones to 'upgrade' to the second stage."
"Yes, willpower is more important than physique." The muscular man nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "If we could test it earlier, we wouldn't have lost so many brothers."
The man in the suit smiled and did not reply. He just picked up the can of beer on the table and threw it to the muscular man.
In his opinion, those who could not make it were trash who did not deserve to have high-level strength.
So, if they died, they died. There was nothing to feel sorry about.
The muscular man took the beer and poked a big hole with his thumb. He raised his head and drank.
After drinking, the muscular man squeezed the empty can into a cake shape. He looked at the man in the suit and said calmly, "Have the recent 'capture operations' been too frequent?"
"What? Are you afraid? "
"A little, but it's more of worry than fear."
"Hehe …"
The man in the suit chuckled and his eyes flashed. He said lightly, "There's no need to be afraid and no need to worry. How can the so-called Disaster Department and the Ferry Bureau have the time to care about us?"
"I hope so."
The muscular man walked to the sofa and bent down to pick up another can of beer.
The man in the suit looked at the beer cans lined up on the table and suddenly said, "Last night, I received a call from Wright."
"Wright? The one from the Nostra Gang? "The muscular man narrowed his eyes.
"Well, he came to talk about a deal. Most likely, it's because of his baby daughter's divination ability that he knew a little bit about it."
"A deal?"
The muscular man said disdainfully, "What qualifications does a mere Nostra Gang have to talk about a deal with us?"
The man in the suit shook his head and looked up slightly. He focused on the spider tattoo on the muscular man's abdominal muscles and said seriously, "His daughter is called Ni Weng, right? Not to mention other things, her divination ability is quite reliable. Moreover … "
The man in the suit stretched out his palm and covered a can of beer. He slowly exerted force. The beer was like sinking into a swamp and slowly sank. In just a few breaths, it completely sank into the table.
"Don't forget that the people standing here are all kindred spirits …"
The muscular man could not help but be silent.
Indeed, as the man in the suit said, the initial incentive to create the new Phantom Squadron was those fanatics who admired the style of the Phantom Squadron.
And those people, without exception, were all from the underworld.
Now, the world was in chaos, and it was just the right time for them to show their skills.
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