League of Legends

Chapter 101 Twisted Tree Essence Cultivation Game (Please recommend)

Enhanced Edition?

Block thermal tracking?

Upgraded!

Baker's eyes lit up. If [Strike from the Void] can block the heat, then this time the lottery is undoubtedly profitable.

It's just not blood money.

Because of the two items drawn from hero items, Baker felt a bit bloody.

The hellfire that blasts ghosts?

Twisted Dryad's sapling?

What do I want these two things for? You can replace them with Teemo's mushrooms.

Baker took out [Twisted Dryad Maokai's little sapling], the little sapling was cute, stood on the palm of Baker's hand and let out a gasp, and the twigs on the sapling even moved.

[Place small saplings to provide real sight. When you find the enemy, you can choose to migrate to the enemy's vicinity and initiate branch whipping (can grow, saplings for one year, Maokai for ten years)]

Baker felt the introduction of the little sapling and blinked.

What does it mean?

Keep a small sapling as a pet for ten years, and then, ten years later, you can harvest a Maokai?

That's what it means.

This year is [-], and ten years later, that is, [-] years, it is almost the day when the Guardians of the Galaxy was established.

Uh……

Keep it up.

Baker walked out of the study, returned to the bedroom, took a look, then walked into the clothes room, found a shoe box, put the shoe box on the bay window, and put the sapling in.

The little sapling with an anthropomorphic expression yawned, and when it landed in the shoebox of the bay window, it stopped still, and the two leaves of the little sapling moved.

Baker laughed, "Let's call him Little Maokai."

The little sapling was motionless and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

the next day.

Baker got up and was about to go outside to buy a small flower pot for little Maokai, when he received a message.

The boss of the Damocles Enterprise in the assassin circle, Brut the Stupid Pig, was killed by Black Caesar Duncan Vizsla under the protection of many killers at nine o'clock last night.

Simultaneously.

Half an hour after Stupid Pig Brut was decapitated, the Damocles corporate headquarters exploded, and Black Caesar left with his little woman, the five high tables of the Intercontinental Hotel authorized and issued a restraining order.

Yes.

It's not a ban, it's not an expulsion, it's a prohibition order.

restraining order.

Intercontinental hotel chains all over the world are no longer entertaining Black Caesars. At the same time, all intelligence dealers, weapon dealers, and service providers are not allowed to serve Black Caesars...

and also.

The Damocles signboard was recycled by the InterContinental Hotel.

In addition, no, the five high tables should have received some news, but they were worried about something and just did this step and stopped continuing.

But think about it.

If people in the assassin circle knew, once, they had a company that had been serving the CIA to kill people, and it had become a channel for the CIA to launder money.

Wow.

The five high tables would be embarrassing.

Therefore, it should also be that the InterContinental Hotel has reached some kind of agreement with Black Caesars. The five high tables allow Black Caesars to leave safely. At the same time, Black Caesars cannot reveal the truth about Damocles Enterprise.

As for the undead Vivian?

Ha ha.

He is an agent of the CIA, and it is even more impossible to expose his own stains.

……and many more.

It was past nine o'clock last night?

Baker, who was wearing a long black coat, frowned. It was around nine o'clock last night when the bonus came.

Are there any rules?

The first bonus was after Wesley died, which was considered to be the time when the [Wanted Warrant] was completely completed.

The second bonus, the end of the battle in Jersey City, can also be regarded as the end of the [Revenge Behemoth].

For the third award, at nine o'clock last night, Black Caesar sought justice for himself [Extreme Line Killer] announced the conclusion.

Is it related to this?

Then why is there no bonus for [Assassin's Creed] in Spain?

Baker thought so.

Very puzzling.

However, Baker suddenly had a guess, but right now, there is nothing that would allow him to do experiments to prove his guess.

Soon.

Baker walked out from the flower shop behind him, holding a small box not much bigger than an ashtray in his hand.

at this time.

Jingle Bell.

Baker pulled out his cell phone.

Sister Erin Morton's.

Baker frowned, thinking of the text message sent by his sister Irene on Christmas Eve, yes, this girl said that she might come to New York after the Chinese New Year.

Silence for a while.

Baker connects.

"Hey."

"In New York?"

"...not."

Baker lied directly, and immediately, with a thought, the detective guards all over Manhattan sent a signal.

[Void attack! 】

Baker glanced at it, and then his eyes fell on the taxi that was approaching Fifth Avenue not far away, and ran into an uninhabited alley next to it, directly entering a state of invisibility.

"There's something I want to talk to you about..."

"Next time, I'm in a meeting now."

"Okay, next time."

"Ah."

Baker turned off the phone, stood at the entrance of the alley, stared at the taxi heading for Betrico Cafe, his eyes flickered slightly.

The taxi stopped.

A beautiful woman got out of the back seat.

Baker and younger sister Irene both inherited their mother's hair color, but Baker's appearance was inherited from his father, while his younger sister Irene's appearance was inherited from her mother.

Blonde, tall, heroic.

Very pretty!

Baker looked at his sister Irene who got out of the car, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

next second.

Baker turned around and walked towards Building 820. Even if they were brothers and sisters, they were all independent individuals. Baker asked himself that his brother was doing a good job, just like what he said when he left.

Each has its own way.

That's fine too.

Irene, who got off at the coffee shop over there, seemed to have noticed something, and turned to look at the alley where Baker had just disappeared.

Back to God.

Irene brushed the hair around her ear, then stretched out her right hand towards the back seat with the open door.

Soon.

The cute-looking, five- or six-year-old blond-haired little loli was pulled out by Irene.

Little Lolita cute: "Auntie, what are we doing here?"

Erin smiled and said, "Go in and buy a cup of coffee."

The little loli nodded cutely.

……

in the apartment.

After Baker came back, he sat down on the sofa and rubbed the space between his brows.

Jingle Bell.

Call again.

Baker took out the phone and took a look. For some reason, he seemed to feel a sense of loss when he saw that it wasn't his sister Irene's phone.

It's Gwen's.

"Baker, that document has been deciphered and sent to your mailbox."

"Information, is it good now?"

"Just? Please, Mr. Morton, do you know how many hosts I burned to decipher this locked data?"

"...the money is mine."

"You said, five sets of high-performance hosts, you don't need to pay for five, just buy me a service host recently launched by Stark Technology."

"it is good."

After Baker complied with Gwen's request, he walked into the study, turned on the computer, and retrieved the deciphered file sent by Gwen just now.

……

　Group number 806022298, looking for friends, recommendations, and rewards!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)