Disaster Shelter

The secret organizations owned by the Federation can be roughly divided into three levels.

The top secret organizations are naturally the 'Blood of Blasphemy', the 'Society of Truth', the 'Church of Glory'... a few of them are related to the disaster-level existence in the other world, and there are catastrophe-level powerhouses in the real world Secret organization.

Although these organizations lost to the Hunter Association, they often posed a huge threat to the Hunter Association. Even Wen Wen could not underestimate these organizations in the slightest.

The second tier is the 'Absurd Words' and 'Silver Brotherhood'.

They are like mice in the gutter, not daring to come out to do things ostentatiously, and the object of their worship is usually a high-level evil god from the other world.

The strength of this kind of evil god is much stronger than that of ordinary catastrophe-level powerhouses, and it can even enter the real world through a little power.

But after all, they are not disaster-level existences, and the strongest in the organization are generally at the level of the real sequence of disasters.

As for the third tier, it is even more out of the question. The scale can be large or small, usually just some small groups of superpowers.

When Wen Wen was working in Furonghe City, under the leadership of Lin Zheyuan, he destroyed an entire organization and uprooted the...

With Wen Wen's current strength, the only ones that are really worthy of his fear are the first tier of secret organizations. As long as the second tier of organizations doesn't directly hit their base camp, they can retreat unscathed.

So Wen Wen was extremely rude to this clown, and was gearing up to hit someone.

Hearing Wen Wen call his organization a pheasant organization, the clown's face turned ashen, his fingers danced one after another, and the throwing knife kept flying towards Wen Wen.

Every throwing knife is as powerful as a bullet from a large-caliber sniper rifle, but Wen Wen handled it very calmly.

He comfortably took out the special metal poker seized from Wu Wang, and used these poker to accurately block every flying knife. The flying knife and the poker collided in the air, causing thunderbolt sparks everywhere between the two of them.

The clown shot nearly a hundred throwing knives in a row, then reached into his clothes and groped for a while, his expression changed dramatically.

All his throwing knives have been exhausted!

Wen Wen's poker has no loss, because the poker from Wu Wang can be recycled automatically.

However, Wen Wen didn't continue to shoot the clown with poker, but rushed towards the clown like a black cheetah, covering a distance of more than ten meters in just two steps.

The clown widened his eyes and kicked the colored ball towards Wen Wen. Then his body began to change. He wanted to use his assimilated state to fight Wen Wen.

But Wen Wen nimbly jumped over the colored ball, kicked on it, and landed beside the clown, his big hand directly covered the clown's face and knocked him to the ground.

The floor, which is stronger than steel, was directly pressed out by Wen Wen to create a human-shaped crater. Wen Wen seemed to hear the moaning of the hotel.

The clown was touched by Wen Wen for a moment, and the changes in his body came to an abrupt end. When he wanted to get up and fight back, there was a sharp pain in his limbs. His limbs had been nailed to the ground by dense metal poker!

It's impossible to have someone as strong as you in this hotel, who are you!

According to their information, only the manager of this old hotel should have the ability to assimilate the realm.

There are four of them, the leader of the team is the middle order of assimilation, and the others are the lower order of assimilation, so the clown never thought that there would be such a stubble here as Wen Wen, which would make it too late for him to assimilate open.

You won, you have to kill or cut, it's up to you. The clown stared at Wen Wen angrily, with no intention of giving in.

Wen Wen squatted next to his head, patted his face with a metal poker and said, I don't want to kill you or cut you, I just want to know why you attacked here.

I won't tell you anything, our absurd words, I'd rather be broken than broken!

The clown said in a dignified manner, as if he was a witcher preparing to die heroically...

Although I don't know what your purpose is, thank you for saving me, and leave him to me for interrogation. The seriously injured buck-toothed old security guard crawled over and said to Wen Wen.

Wen Wen looked at the old security guard in surprise. Normally, he should regard Wen Wen as an enemy, but this attitude is a bit wrong.

I'm not trying to save you...but you can do whatever you want. Wen Wen wanted to see how the buck-toothed old security interrogated the clown.

The buck-toothed old security guard took off the clown's shoes, and suddenly a stench comparable to poisonous gas permeated the nearby space, making Wen Wen couldn't help but cover his nose and take a few steps back.

He was a little thankful that the clown fought with his shoes on, otherwise if he had fought against the smell just now, the fight would have been meaningless.

The buck-toothed old security guard was relatively close to the clown, and was so smoked that he almost vomited out, but he quickly overcame the stench with strong willpower, and said cruelly to the clown:

My rule is an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, you kicked me with this foot, then use this foot to kick me back!

After speaking, the old security guard showed a fierce look in his eyes, and gnawed down on that foot!

Yes, he ate it!

Wen Wen's expression was cloudy, and then he walked to the corner and started to retch. He was so disgusted by this scene that it was poisonous!

To be able to talk to this smelly foot, this buck-toothed old security guard is a real warrior!

Although Wen Wen also fed San Zai'er the dead skin on his feet, at least his feet don't stink!

After being bitten by the buck-toothed old security guard, the clown finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Stop him! Stop him, I said, I'll tell you anything you want to ask!

The teeth of the buck-toothed old security guard not only gnaw on flesh and blood, but also gnaw on the soul. The pain far exceeds any physical pain.

We attacked here to take back what we have. It is a 'Sword Qi Crystal'!

It is said that it was more than two hundred years ago, a Xun-style ancestor of the true sequence of disasters, and all the energy condensed after death.

It contains all the power of a true sequence realm swordsman. If the 'Funster' can obtain that crystal, he can gain even stronger power...

For this reason, we planned for a long time before we stole the sword energy crystal from the Xunshi cemetery. After changing hands layer by layer, at the last moment, we were hijacked by that bald killer.

So we have to grab things back!

The clown grinned as he spoke, his feet hurt so badly.

Wen Wen covered his mouth and nose with a burst of black energy and asked, Then why don't you go to Red Beard to discuss it? With your strength, you just want to catch a killer here. Red Beard has no reason to refuse.

The clown spat and said, Recently, the guy with the red beard seems to be crazy and wants to make a magic sword. If he knows the existence of the sword energy crystal, he will definitely snatch it from us without hesitation.

Wen Wen's eyes lit up slightly: Magic Sword!