mechanical court

They didn't notice that Ivan was an imposter at all, they just regarded him as a mentally handicapped person with slow response and language barrier, and often corrected his pronunciation during the waking period.

The language of buildings is very simple, because they don't have too complicated thinking, so there is very little content to communicate, and they can communicate successfully by learning simple pronunciation and body movements.The pronunciation varies according to the type and scale of the building. Basically, each type of building has its own unique pronunciation.This is not too difficult for Ivan, he can easily imitate the pronunciation of all buildings by adjusting the strength and frequency of the friction of the mind force against the air.

The infiltration of the seal team was also very smooth. They have accumulated a huge prestige in the public toilet by cooperating with other public toilets to storm the phone booth.In addition, his body is strong enough, and he is almost sitting on the position of the boss of the public toilet.

The only regret is that they have to carry around with their excrement buckets all the time, and they often have to throw excrement at telephone booths.

But this small sacrifice is nothing compared to the plan—as long as they can pass the museum challenge, let alone throwing dung, even two people who cook dung can accept it.

In the process of this four-person team doing things step by step, the news that the reaper in the area was killed finally brewed over time.

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Flying Mouse Town, edge area, underground parking lot.

In the completely sealed temporary conference room, the light source was almost cut off, and the huge space was filled with a darkness so thick that it was almost suffocating.There are only a few scattered light golden particles, floating quietly in the air like dust, exuding some faint light.

"Everyone... After the death of the reaper McGrady in the third district, no one claimed the ownership of the ranch. According to the rules, the third district should be merged into other areas, is there any doubt?"

The steady voice of the middle-aged man suddenly penetrated the frozen silence and echoed throughout the conference room.

As the sound sounded, the pale golden light particles spun rapidly, intersecting densely, and the number seemed to be increasing, gradually blooming more and more dazzling dense light.

Beams of light surrounded the brown conference table and quickly took shape among the aggregated golden light particles.In the next scene, like a slide show, with the continuous flickering of light, the originally vacant seats were suddenly filled with qualified persons in different clothes.

The organization, a temporary organization for the Reapers to divide up their interests, formally held a discussion meeting here.

After a moment of silence, no one questioned.

"Since everyone has no objection, let's follow the old rules. For the benefit and dignity of the organization, whoever kills the murderer who defeated McGrady will get the territory of the third district." The young man, as the organizer, continued to speak calmly.

"If there are multiple harvesters gathered in the three districts, it will easily cause conflicts, which will destroy the rules that you have finally established." At this time, a qualified female with an enchanting figure raised a question.

Her speech made everyone look sideways, but compared to her speech, everyone was more concerned about her figure.

Compared with a powerful ability user, this reaper is more like a prostitute.

Her tall, sexy and fiery figure fit her slender waist and was covered with a layer of uneven black soft armor. Her snow-white and plump breasts tremblingly squeezed out from the open soft armor, accompanied by the woman Breathing and bouncing slightly.

Above a pair of slender legs in high boots is a short skirt-like skirt armor. Even though the armor itself has a certain thickness, the beauty of the contours of the female body curves has not been diminished in the slightest, but has been set off It is hotter and more sexy - this kind of armor is closer to sexy underwear than armor, and it is easy to make people doubt its performance.

"Miss Avril is right. Compared with hunting that is likely to cause confusion, it is safer to let someone with sufficient strength deal with it directly." Beside the seductive girl, a bald and strong man with a shirtless waist proposed another plan .

"McGrady's strength is at the middle level among us. Of course, the person who can kill him will be stronger." The organizer of the meeting nodded slightly after hearing this, and continued to follow his meaning:

"Then there are not many people who are qualified to deal with this matter. Whoever has the confidence to deal with it may wish to stand up directly."

"I'll go!"

"It's more appropriate to leave it to me!"

"It should be me!"

Different voices came from the mouths of the harvesters present, and it seemed that most of them were thinking about the fat in the third district.

"A group of garbage."

On the corner of the table, a slightly lazy deep male voice came from a handsome young man who folded his arms on his chest and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"No one is allowed to interfere, that guy is handed over to me!"

As he said that, he didn't give anyone time to question, he stood up straight away, and walked out of the temporary meeting room without looking back.

"..."

The space became strangely quiet, and the words of the handsome young man seemed to contain some kind of magic power, which instantly froze the atmosphere of the conference room, and the reapers who were eager to try before fell into silence.

"Since the prince is ready to go out, let's adjourn the meeting."

Avril Lavigne lowered her head lazily, fiddling with her fair fingers idly, the fingertips painted with scarlet nail polish, under the faint light of pale gold, reflected a little bit of seductive sparkle.

"Well, that's it for now, leave the rest to the prince." The organizer calmly announced the end of the meeting.

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After finishing the work at hand, Ivan returned to the temporary base, took a hot shower, and changed his clothes by the way.

When he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, "White Bear" turned around in a sense, and was sitting on the swivel chair. He knocked on the armrest with his fingers bent, and said straight to the point:

"Iron Hand, the recent teammate of the Reaper McGrady, frequently appeared in our field of vision. And only the Reaper was missing, I suspect..."

"I killed him." Ivan admitted very readily.

"Sure enough it's you... The fighting skills displayed by you insta-killing Flash Leopard, coupled with your strong telekinetic power, just happened to finish Kemadi."

When "White Bear" saw him admitting it frankly, he showed an expression that he had expected, and then he frowned, and his expression became serious: "You made a big mistake. You killed the Reaper, but didn't take his title!"

"..."

Seeing him say this, Ivan was of course at a loss:

"Does this... have any meaning?"

"Of course it makes sense. The challenger killed the reaper and seized his rights. This is a normal metabolism. But you killed him, but chose to hide your identity. This is to challenge the entire pastoral system! It is equivalent to raising Revolution, if nothing else happens, all the Reapers will be against you!"

"so serious!?"

Ivan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't know how to respond.

Dozens of hours have passed since he was engaged in hair-raising, and he didn't take killing the Reaper as a big deal at all.As a result, this way of handling is actually a rebellious behavior in the eyes of other harvesters, which is really weird.

"It's that serious."

"White Bear" looked at him solemnly, and said quickly:

"You must contact the Reaper's teammates as soon as possible and claim ownership of the pasture to them, otherwise the Reaper's organization will definitely send someone to destroy you."

"Okay, I'll find them as soon as possible..."

Ivan shook his head and sighed, took over the troublesome matter, and walked out of the room quickly.

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"No need... no need..."

The handsome young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was wearing a heavy high-necked windbreaker, and he was playing a harp slowly, flicking his slender fingers lightly.While playing the melodious musical notes, he walked slowly in the flat and wide square with light steps like a leisurely stroll.

The marble floor bearing the weight of his whole body should have been smooth and flawless, but now it has been submerged in the dark red gurgling blood. Whenever the handsome young man takes a steady step forward, there will be a burst of momentum. Bloody ripples.