C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"Olivia, you can't be cowardly! A soldier is cowardly, and you will be cowardly. You are no longer the original B-level civilian, with tens of millions in your hands every day, and your identity as an important leader of a mysterious organization."

Luo Yin looked at Olivia with a hatred of iron, why couldn't she get tough?

Susie carrying a sword case is full of aura, but she has a murderous aura. It's not like he wants to negotiate with someone, but rather like he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to slash people.

After the auction, Luo Yin successfully caught the most important fish, the genuine old cowboy Henkel. It's not the fat man who puts on the revolver.

Two years ago, when they were still making money from the local gang business, the Henkel family was the big brother of the Samaritans. Every quarter, you have to pay a share of money according to the size of the site, and you also need to supply a batch of alchemy items for production and sales.

Old Henkel felt that this new gang was not so simple, but because they paid very easily, they never made any major incidents on the site, and they never took care of them.

Later, a few mixed-race traitors were stuffed in, but none of them managed to infiltrate the management. The other party has its own mixed-race talent base.

By last year, Henkel realized that something was not quite right. Although this gang's territory is not large, the spread process is surprisingly stable, and its strength is a bit bottomless.

Until a few months ago, his spies at Kassel College reported the incident of the superintelligent Samaritan invasion of the college. Old Han Gao finally realized that something was wrong. He raised a monster in his backyard.

As a result, all the money of the Samaritans continued to be paid on time and according to the amount, which made the family's intelligence personnel feel uneasy. To this day, the other party took the opportunity of the auction house and readily agreed to have a head-to-head dialogue with Henkel.

Henkel and the outstanding descendants of various families waited for people in the cleared bar. Two years ago, the other party only dared to pretend to be a ghost through a video conversation. It seems that he feels that he is different now.

At this time, outside the bar, Luo Yin was still cheering for Olivia.

"Momentum, momentum! You're here to negotiate, not to plead guilty and bow your head."

The chief manager bared his teeth viciously, looking like a kitten with a frightened frizz. Hopeless.

Luo Yin put on dark sunglasses with oval lenses, "I'll talk less later, speak slowly, don't get emotional, just read it directly according to the script."

Olivia, who was wearing a black suit and trousers, walked in front, Susie and Luo Yin put on masks and stood guard beside her. The platoon is full, it's up to you to play.

"The Tequini."

Olivia pushed open the door and ordered herself a cocktail.

Made with agave as a base, mixed with absinthe and a dash of lemon juice. The entrance is extremely spicy, the bitterness wraps the tongue, and finally ends with a mellowness.

"Samaria, is it such a young girl?"

"I'm just his subordinate. It's not very convenient for him to show his face."

Henkel drank the whisky in his hand, and the small glass made a crisp collision sound on the table.

"There are many things you have thrown at the auction that we have never discussed with us. It can be understood that you are not satisfied with my business partner?"

"Those are little toys that don't make it into business. What we want to talk to Mr. Henkel about is really big business."

Olivia held on. Momentum, can not collapse.

"tell me the story."

"The Hunter Network. The Hunter Network now gathers more hybrids than the Secret Party, and the annual transaction volume is as high as billions.

Such a good business, but let them do it in the gutter, all the dirty things are stuffed into it, and it is even scary to do a small business on it.

The secret party is so noble and unwilling to interfere in these things. But we are interested, we can do a better than hunter net. "

Henkel patiently listened to Olivia talking about her business plan slowly, holding her chin without saying a word, as if thinking about a cooperation plan.

"It's up to you to be better?"

boom!

With two crisp sounds, Olivia didn't see the old man's movements clearly. The two alchemy revolvers had been slapped on the marble table, spinning in circles.

"We, not qualified. But with the Henkel family, qualified. We provide the technology, plus your prestige, and within a year, the hunter net will disappear from history."

"Young people, who gave you the confidence to be our partners?"

The old cowboy holds a huge revolver with both hands, Dawn in Texas. His stature is not tall, and his upper body leans forward slightly, but it gives people the fierceness of a tiger or a wolf.

Behind him, those gentle young elite white-collar workers, golden pupils ignited, dragon blood rushing. As the heirs of the mixed-race family, the people in this room have bloodlines at least on the A-level side.

"An organization that has just been established for two or three years, earning some money by making small noises, does it feel that it can stir up the storm on the stage of the mixed-race world?

young people. Go back and read more books, learn about the world, and come back to talk business with me in more than ten years. "

"The Henkel family, who gave up the dragon slaying career many years ago and indulged in building a business empire, doesn't seem to be suitable for educating us as seniors on this point.

What do you say, is that what I said? "

Olivia repeated Luo Yin's meaning. She felt that after saying this, the atmosphere in the bar had dropped to freezing point.

The little old man had a blank face, neither answering nor showing any expression. Die, die, die...

The waiter put the cocktail with a slice of yellow lemon in front of Olivia, and she raised the glass according to Luo Yin's instructions. What is this for, a toast?

Come on cheers, Henkel boss was joking just now, as if there is still a way to live.

Word Spirit · Holy Judgment.

As Henkel opened the field, Olivia felt like her heart was going to explode.

die! die! die!

Somewhere, her heart and head were locked, and nothing could stop her vitals being hit by bullets.

Luo Yin squatted down with his head folded, while Susie completely liberated the suppressed bloodline.

Susie, save me! Olivia let out a sincere cry.

At this moment, brass bullets with exquisite carvings were fired from Henkel's hands at the same time.

The Inquisition is an extremely powerful word spirit, and its effect is close to the golden meteor stab that Odin unleashes when he doesn't throw Kungunnir.

The bullets that bless the Holy Trial will definitely hit, ignore most areas such as time zero, and will greatly increase the damage.

But the Holy Inquisition is of course decipherable, otherwise, with Henkel and the Sage's Stone Bullet, killing the Dragon King indiscriminately is not a dream.

Jian Yu burst out. With the blessing of the S-rank bloodline, Susie's power of words has been ten times that of the beginning.

More than 20 iron table knives were magnetized and flew out from each table at the same time, forming a criss-crossing web of slashing.

In the first round of slashing, the 6 bullets fired by Henkel were cut into 24 fragments. Before it exploded, the second round of slashes swept in again, causing successive explosions in mid-air.

After the third round of slashing, the 6 bullets had turned into explosive dust and continued to fly towards Olivia under the influence of the power of words, landing on her forehead and heart like a thin mist.

Under the control of Susie, the broken knife floated around the necks of the young people watching, sometimes accidentally cutting a small cut.

Some of them are more knowledgeable and recognize that this is Yan Ling Jian Yu. But damn, how can the speed of this speech be so fast!

Henkel held two revolvers with six bullets remaining. Four pure black rapiers floated out of the iron box behind Susie's back, ready to go.

The golden meteor fired by Kungunnir is difficult to deal with because it is not an entity. As for things like bullets, it's good to chop them up before they hit.

boom!

Olivia drank the bitter and spicy cocktail without tasting any taste in her mouth. She slammed the cup on the table so hard that it cracked open.

She didn't say a word (frightened), but everyone present understood her aura:

I don't need to do it myself, I have such a strong subordinate! We are not enough!

Henkel's muscles tensed. If the Holy Inquisition is increased to the extreme, he may be able to break through the defense and kill Olivia.

But if the other party gets nervous, other people in this room will die from Jian Yu, and he can't explain it later.

In the bar, there is now a literal sense of arrogance and gunpowder.

At this moment, the man appeared.

He was wearing a KFC family bucket paper bag with a glass of tequila in his hand, and banged on the door.

"Damn, let me dig a hole first."

Henkel gave an expression of "I don't want to live", watching this idiot dug his eyes and see the situation in the bar.

"Ah, you haven't finished talking yet, so I'll go back first."

Grass, what did I see! Fingal, why are you here? Which faction are you from...

Henkel felt that sooner or later he would get a heart attack from this shit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sit down! "

"Oh." Uncle KFC sat down obediently.

"Although I don't understand why everyone is so unhappy, peace makes money, peace makes money."

Fingal pressed Henkel's hot muzzle to tell the old man not to be rough.

"I'm starting to count, three, let's put down your weapons. 3, 2, 1, let go!"

No one beat him at all.

"Mr. Henkel, can we start talking now?"

Olivia pressed her trembling hands tightly and asked in a deep voice.

"Tell me your plan."