If you become a monster, you will succeed

"People who have been tortured by the managers of Infinite City!"

The moment Feng Xue saw the man in the wheelchair, such a thought came to Feng Xue's mind, and she immediately stopped thinking about negotiating terms with him.

From his appearance, one can tell what kind of treatment this person has experienced. Unless he is an extreme white leftist, there is absolutely no chance of negotiating.

However, if it is an extreme white left, it is impossible to show such a look, let alone appear in such a place.

Feng Xue took a deep breath, completely throwing away the luck in her heart, but the situation was not too bad, because the middle-aged man next to him seemed to be no worse than the wheelchair-riding person, and even slightly stronger .

If you want to ask why, because several bodyguards followed him instead of following the wheelchair man who needed more protection.

And after this person entered the prison, his eyes had been sweeping back and forth over these Wus who were locked up in the prison, but Feng Xue didn't see any malice or hatred in those eyes, and of course, he didn't look at Chiguo heterosexual. The perverted feeling, more, is a kind of strong greed.

Yes, it's greed, that kind of feeling, it's like treating them as a cash cow.

But greed is good. Greedy people are easy to associate with. Anyone who plays Taiwu scrolls knows that it is the easiest to ask you for money when getting support. The trouble is those who want kindness, experience, and even want to I competed with you.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue instinctively touched the position of her left rib, and then forcibly moved her hand away, enduring the shame and embarrassment in her heart and stood up, while constantly recalling the words that had been sorted out in her mind repeatedly, so as to To make myself forget about the fact that I have no clothes on.

The voices of a group of people communicating in Feng Xue's ears seemed to be a listening problem with an accent. At this moment, he only regretted why he didn't learn English well in his previous life.

Finally, when the man was talking and laughing and the gloomy wheelchair man passed by, Feng Xue suddenly shouted loudly:

"Love! Four Encyclopedias! There are private servers!"

"Love! Four Encyclopedias! There are private servers!"

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"Dr. Fran, you are definitely the biggest contributor to the Trojan Horse Project! I am willing to give you one-third of the magical items I got this time for research, and at the same time add another 50% to the monthly research funding When do you think we will come again?" The eyes of the middle-aged man who came to view this harvest were full of excitement, but Dr. Fran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said unceremoniously:

"You said before that if you don't succeed this time, you will withdraw the capital."

"Isn't this a success?" The middle-aged man is a businessman, as long as it can bring him benefits, he doesn't care about his face or anything!

Seeing him like this, Dr. Flan didn't talk nonsense, but said in that dry voice:

"Then do as you said, but those demons are not ordinary beasts, their intelligence is no worse than you and me, such experiments should not be too frequent, and the next time will be at least half a year later."

"Ah..." The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard the words, but he knew the reason for a special person to handle it, so he didn't continue to struggle with this issue, but instead turned his attention to the Wudao in those prisons:

"By the way, Dr. Fran, do you think these 'ghosts' are useful? Do you plan to start a project to study how to increase the chance of ghosts becoming phantoms after death?"

"Heh..." Dr. Fran originally wanted to veto this unrealistic goal, but after thinking about it, it seems reasonable to torture these demons, so he nodded and said:

"Maybe you can try it, but don't have any hope. After all, the experimental samples are too small to sustain long-term research."

"Didn't you say it? As long as the person who pushed the door didn't come back, that door will always remain usable. There are so many ghosts coming over this time, and there will definitely be more coming from there in the future. I am there The subordinates of the two squadrons are kept on duty in rotation, and I dare not say in the long run, you can still capture a few hundred." The middle-aged man said confidently, but Fran sighed secretly, "Idiot", and then Opened the mouth and said:

"Jeston, do you think one hundred samples is enough to support one research?"

"It's not enough this time, isn't there a next time?" Jeston said optimistically, not caring about Fran's cold water at all, but Fran didn't say anything more, and said everything that should be said. The other party has nothing to say if there is no result. As for the money, what is the use of money if he has become like this?

The two walked in the passageway of the prison with their own thoughts. Fran glanced at the dejected or angry demons. A ferocious and distorted smile appeared on the face covered with scars. After a few glances, he was about to I chose two to go back to "research", but suddenly heard a strange shout coming from my ear!

"Love! Four Encyclopedias! There are private servers!"

The three words that were repeated repeatedly came out of the mouth of "ghost". At that moment, Jeston even wondered if it was a curse from a demon, but soon, he seemed to have a taste, and he said hesitantly:

"Me, Blacksmith, useful? Does he speak Victorian?"

As we all know, ghosts cannot communicate. Although they have a language, it is completely different from the existing languages ​​on the earth. Even the language of each ghost is different. In addition, ghosts seem to disappear easily. As for even professional linguists, they can only scratch their heads in the face of these orphan samples.

But now, there is actually a ghost, speaking English?

Although it was only three words, there was no grammar at all, but seeing him shouting desperately, he was clearly expressing his value to himself!

Jeston was overjoyed, but Fran on the side frowned, killing intent flashed in his one-eyed eyes, but suppressed the idea of ​​killing him immediately, and said:

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. To be on the safe side, it's better to destroy it."

"Is it a coincidence, don't you know if you try it?" Jeston is just not good at the field of research, and he is not stupid. He knows that Fran hates these ghosts, so of course he will not just listen to the other party. If this Ghosts can really curse, so why would they be willing to be stripped of their magical items? Um, by the way, does this ghost have magical items?

Thinking of this, Jeston said to the bodyguard behind him:

"Go ask Calomi to send a copy of the video of capturing them today."

After speaking, he turned his attention to Feng Xue again, and asked in a slower tone:

“Can you speak English?”

"Hey hiss! Hey hiss!"

Well, although he has a strange accent, it seems that the other party does know how to do it.

Just when Jeston was thinking this way, he heard the other party suddenly start muttering cracklingly, as if to prove that he really knew how to do it.

After listening hard for a long time, he finally understood what the other party meant——

"The price of the shirt is £9 15p."

"Have you seen my pencil?"

"My name is Han Meimei!"