lord of destiny

Chapter 527 Too cruel!

"Get 2000 fate points."

Click!

Fang Mu sat in the car.

"Go ahead, Tru."

The engine started and the car started.

Tru hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Boss, why don't we take the snake charm into our own hands?"

"No need."

Fang Mu shook his head.

For him, the most important thing about the Twelve Talismans is the legendary skills on them.

As for the spells themselves, except for a few, such as the Bull Charm, the other spells were not of much use to him.

more importantly.

"Release the spell, it will benefit us the most!"

Fang Mu looked up at the sky outside the window. The sky was blue and cloudless.

The eight undead gods have their eyes on the twelve talismans, and now they gather the talismans in their hands, which is to attract their attention brightly.

"Oh."

Tru replied sullenly, he actually doesn't understand Fang Mu's thoughts, but since Fang Mu has a plan, he just needs to follow orders.

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the other side.

Wesley woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the drawer opened in front of him, and a gun was lying quietly inside.

"Huh? How did it turn on?"

"Uh. I slammed on the brakes just now, and it might be a little loose."

The photographer Eisen's eyes dodged a little.

"Quick brake?"

Wesley's eyes turned cold, and he slapped him when he raised his hand.

"I said why do I feel a little dizzy, so it's your good deed!"

"sorry Sorry."

Eisen lowered his head and apologized blindly.

Wesley cursed and slapped him several times indirectly.

After a while, his anger subsided a little.

"Where are my stones and thousand-year-old relics?"

"Here, on the edge of your seat."

Wesley quickly picked it up, took a closer look, and was relieved when he found that there was no damage.

"It's a good thing it's okay, or you'd be screwed! You know that?"

Eisen didn't dare to refute, and lowered his head even lower.

"Hurry up and drive!"

"it is good."

The car starts again.

It didn't take long to drive, and they were forced to stop again.

Huh?
Why is 'again'?
Wesley frowned. He always felt as if something had been overlooked by him, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't remember it.

And the scene in front of him didn't give him more time.

Two cars appeared and blocked their way.

A few people who were not easy to mess with at first sight, got out of the car.

"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I'm not easy to mess with!"

Wesley forced himself to calmly take out the pistol, indicating that he was not without resistance.

A cool man wearing sunglasses came over, and he directly threw out a ID card.

"FBI."

"FBI?"

Wesley swallowed.

He just 'took' a stone, so there's no need to alert the FBI, right?
Could it be that what he did before was discovered?

That's not even close to the level of the FBI!

"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I am a well-known host of a TV station. If you dare to enforce the law indiscriminately, be careful that I will expose you!"

The cool man looked at him without saying a word, but the irony was extremely clear.

Wesley was furious.

"What's that expression on your face? Are you looking down on me? Let me tell you! I have a very deep relationship with the husband of the TV station... Mrs.'s brother-in-law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wesley felt lucky in his heart.

Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't tell that secret.

With his personality, he can still be a host on a TV station, all because of this secret!

"I know, you have an affair with the wife of your director."

The cool man said in a flat tone.

Wesley's face froze, he pointed at the cool boy, and said angrily.

"You, you, don't talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for slander! Do you know about slander!"

He tried hard to calm himself down, but his heart panicked.

How would they know this?

Is that why they came here?
They want to deal with the director's wife, or the director, so they want to find him as a breakthrough?

If it is at the level of their director, it can indeed alarm the FBI.

But it's not right!
Their station director's wife knew how to play. He was just one of the people being played with, and he had already fallen out of favor. Otherwise, how could he have fallen to this level?

With his current status, what's the use of finding him?

But what if?
What if they took a fancy to his hidden unparalleled strength?

Wesley's eyes flickered, thinking about how he could benefit from it, but the cool man's next words made him fall completely into the ice cellar.

"We're here to find that rock!"

"Stone?"

Wesley stared blankly for a second, and then he spoke as if nothing had happened.

"What rock? I don't know what you're talking about."

With the help of the cover of the car door, he stuffed the 'stone' in his hand into his pocket without any trace.

"Let me come!"

A tough-looking black woman came out, without saying a word, opened the car door.

Really ripped apart!

The car door was like a thin layer of paper in her hands, she pulled it lightly, and it opened immediately!
Wesley and Eisen, who watched this scene with their own eyes, broke out in cold sweat.

What the hell is this monster?

How could a normal person have such a strange power!

The two were terrified, especially Wesley, who was terrified to the extreme.

Because the hands that tore open the car door were grabbing at him!
"What do you want to do? The United States is law-abiding! Let me tell you, if you dare, ah! ah! ah!"

Eisen shrank himself into a quail, he didn't even look at it, closed his eyes, and kept praying to his God in his heart.

Can't see me, can't see me.

Except for every scream coming from his ears, which made his body tremble subconsciously.

Everything is actually very harmonious.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams finally stopped.

"Okay, things are here."

"You know that it's on him, so you can just take it out, why bother!"

One of them, a young man with fiery red hair who looked more like a street gangster, couldn't help but complain.

The tough black woman glanced at him.

"I just want to beat him up, do you have any objections?"

"No! How dare I!"

The red-haired gangster quickly raised his hands.

"If you are not relieved from the fight, there is another one over there, just hit it!"

"he?"

The sturdy black woman glanced at Eisen and spat.

"One is enough for this kind of spicy chicken! Too many, dirty hands!"

"Then what about these two people?"

A gentle-looking middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses came out, with a gentle smile on his face.

"How about I deal with it directly?"

A gust of cold wind blows directly from the top of Eisen's head to the bottom of his feet.

Are these people really the FBI?

So brutal!

(End of this chapter)