Two or three things in the copy

Although Simon Duncan was a little puzzled, was the communication between the director general and Wu Mingkong really that speculative?

"Yes, Chief." No matter how he guessed, Simon Duncan had to take this matter to the next level. After all, it was a task arranged by the Chief. The newcomer Xiaobai in the profession is a bit overqualified.

"That's troublesome. You just let him practice to death. Let him do whatever is dangerous or difficult. As long as you hold your breath, I can pull him back." After Simon Duncan answered, Wu Mingkong added One sentence.

For a moment, everyone looked at Ron strangely. You are really unlucky, and you have such an unlucky brother. It is obvious that you are going to die.

They didn't question Wu Mingkong's words. He was a taboo-level containment, and it was just a matter of moving his fingers if he really wanted to kill him. This kind of tossing Ron was obviously to make him grow up quickly.

Of course, these are the thoughts of other people, even the head of the chief bureau.

But in fact, Wu Mingkong's real idea is to kill him, very simple.

It would be even better if he didn't die. Wu Mingkong would be even happier if there were any adventures during the period that would lead to a surge in strength, incomplete job completion, and the like.

Doesn't this prove that there must be something wrong with this product, so it is worth the money.

"Where should I bother you to take action, draw 100 million points from my account, and use it as a logistics for this kid, Simon, just watch and deal with it."

Things are even more surprising. This is 100 million points. Except for the superhumans above the sixth level, this is basically an astronomical figure for the vast majority of investigators in the containment agency.

But on the surface, no one is jealous of jealousy. There are a lot of envy, even if there is, they dare not show it, and basically hide it in their hearts.

It is only human nature not to suffer from scarcity but to suffer from inequality.

"Yes, the chief of the chief." Simon Duncan was also frightened by the chief of the chief. Although 100 million points are just a drop in the bucket for him, the chief of the branch, these are also based on the fact that he is a seventh-level extraordinary person. In terms of identity, a first-order transcendent who has obtained 100 million points from the containment agency can be described as getting rich.

Although the 100 million points were transferred to his account, they were not directly given to Ron. After all, Ron is not an investigator under the containment agency. Naturally, he does not have an account with the containment agency. It is reasonable to transfer it to his account.

Not to mention that Simon Duncan doesn't look down on the 100 million points at all, and the other is the order of the head of the chief, so he will naturally not embezzle money or be greedy.

"Let's go, kid, you're so lucky." Simon Duncan slapped Ron on the shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

From escaping from the dead to meeting Wu Mingkong, to being appreciated and getting 100 million points, these 100 million points are enough for him to become a fifth-order superhuman smoothly along the way. Of course, the premise is that his professional star track ceremony is complete.

It's a pity that it's only incomplete, not only the first order, but even the first order part is incomplete.

Simon Duncan slapped Ron with his slap. Although he restrained most of it, the strength of the seventh-order transcendent still made Ron grin his teeth in pain, but it didn't matter, although he didn't know the value of the 100 million points. Geometry, but he knew that he must be well-developed, so the smile on his face was very bright.

"Don't have fun, practice with me for a while, and when you cry, I will arrange for you to go out and practice, good luck Ron." Simon Duncan also saw his silly Ron.

"Yes, Uncle Simon." Ron said energetically, he felt that he was heading towards a bright future.

But in the eyes of Simon Duncan, this kid is probably heading towards a bad future, the kind of bad life without a good life.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 390 Embers of the Past ([-])

"Uncle Simon, is this the appetizer you mentioned? I was almost eaten by these vampires." Ron, who was covered in injuries, took out the communicator and couldn't help but roared.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground that looked like dogs, but were covered in red and exuded a slight stench, Ron couldn't help but feel a little palpitated. These were not just one or two, there were more than 20 of them. Save your life here.

"It's just a group of blood-sucking beasts. Your mission has not been completed yet. These blood-sucking beasts are just derivatives of the containment. You need to find the real containment to complete it." Simon Duncan's voice came from the communicator indifferently. Pass it out.

"One more thing, don't use the communicator casually. This is the daughter body split from the contained object. If you use it too much, it will be easy to fail."

I wanted to complain at first, but I heard Simon Duncan's addition, Ron was full of shit at the time, why is the side effect of this containment not to lift?

Do you dare to use this?

Ron wanted to say something else, but Simon Duncan had already hung up the communicator. What he said was true, and it was really easy not to use it. For example, he was doing some exercises on the bed that were good for physical and mental health. Ron made a contact The instrument came over and roared, almost scaring him out of the sequelae.

"First tortured me for a month in the name of exercise, and then threw me out after receiving an order, and asked me to house wild containment objects." Ron couldn't help but mutter.

However, he also knew that this month's training directly transformed him, and the resources during this period were poured out like running water.

He naturally knows the value of the guidance and endless resources of a seventh-level extraordinary person, and this period is not only for training, but also for the common sense of the extraordinary world.

Ron naturally also knew Wu Mingkong's identity. He never thought that Wu Mingkong would be a containment object, and it was a taboo-level existence capable of devouring stars. This surprised him very much, and he couldn't see it at all.

Then there is a feeling of respect and distance. This is the quality of every superhuman. Don’t be too happy when you meet the containment. Except for superhumans who join the containment organization and become investigators, the first thought of wild supernatural beings when they meet the containment is to turn around and run away. road.

The contained objects do have all sorts of miraculous and even heaven-defying effects, but the side effects are not something anyone can bear, and only a large force like the containment agency can conduct targeted research, and with the presence of the head of the agency, It is only possible to use ordinary-level or even elite-level storage objects, but the cost will not be low, but the storage organization is huge, and they can still afford the side effects of using ordinary-level and elite-level storage objects.

"Leave here quickly. The big movement of the battle just now will definitely attract people to check. If ordinary people see it, it may be troublesome to ask Uncle Simon to finish it." Ron frowned, and others can leave But what to do with the corpses of blood-sucking beasts all over the floor?

The approaching footsteps left Ron with no more time to think about it, he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

In the quiet alley, there were strange canine corpses all over the floor, and a figure in a black robe walked in.

"Run away? It doesn't matter. If you are still in Turan City, no matter whether it is by the side of the mysterious commander-in-chief or Taboo who devours the stars, my lord's divine power cannot be approached, but you and Simon Duncan, the demon hunter People came out, I am really curious, why my lord has taken a fancy to you." Under the black robe, there is a fish-like head, with bulging eyes on both sides that don't seem to be able to close their eyes.

But if it's really a fish head, it's fine, but it's obviously a human face, but it looks like a fish strangely, especially the layers of wrinkles on the face look almost the same as the fish scales.

"I'm also very curious, why the Lord of your mouth would fall in love with that lucky boy." Simon Duncan came out of the shadows in his pajamas. From the analysis of the smell on his body, he probably just came out of the battlefield. Didn't have time to take a shower.

"Simon Duncan? Are you so fast?"

These words made Simon Duncan's face darken: "Murloc, your profession has always lived by the sea and you can't get water immediately, why did you suddenly come to the inland."

"Why? Don't you know?" The murloc smiled secretly, looking sinister.

"Hmph, I believe in some kind of evil existence. There are so many blood-like lessons in history, but no one has been able to learn it." Simon Duncan's tone was quite disdainful. Generally speaking, judging from the murloc's situation, it is very Maybe it's a belief in a certain containment or something else, it's definitely not a serious product.

"Yes, I once persuaded the high priest, but later I found out that I was wrong. My Lord is the great existence, the sky is darkened for him, the stars are dimmed for him, and even the earth is an extension of his body .”

Frenzy, Simon Duncan has never seen a Transcendent showing such a state of frenzy, but now he has seen it, and it is a murloc profession.

This profession has always been developed by the sea, and has basically never entered the inland.

Although this profession is very powerful, with a strong body, many spells, and the affinity for the ocean, basically as long as you are in the ocean, you can fight three at the same level.

Moreover, it is easier to advance than other professions, and it is not easy to go crazy and deform.

But even so, not many transcendents in the inland are willing to choose this profession. One is because with the promotion of the profession, the whole person will be dehumanized and become a monster similar to a murloc.

And there is also a fatal flaw, that is, the higher the professional stage, the stronger the dependence on the ocean. After reaching the sixth level, murloc professionals generally only stay in the sea, not on land.

Although there is nothing wrong with leaving the seawater, it will show a mental state of hypoxia. Yes, it is just a mental state, not a physiological state, and this psychological state cannot be avoided.

Judging from the physical characteristics, the murloc professional in front of him is only at the third rank at most.

The fanatical murloc professional put away his fanaticism after singing a long paragraph of ravings that sounded like neurosis.

"Since I'm gone, there's no point for me to stay here." The murloc professional showed elegance in an ugly posture.

"You can't go."

Simon Duncan was about to make a move, but suddenly found that the murloc had turned into a puddle of water and disappeared into the alley.

"Run away?" Simon Duncan didn't expect that a third-level transcendent would escape from his seventh-level transcendent, which made him a little dignified.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 391 Embers of the Past (Twenty)

Ron returned to the hotel in shock, only to find that Simon Duncan was not in the hotel, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Killing the vampire was not as tense as he was when he returned to the hotel. After all, he had already come into contact with the vampire in the previous training. , are all derivatives of the contents.

He was nervous because he was afraid of being discovered by others. If ordinary people found out, the containment agency would really have to end it, and the trouble would be big.

After all, Ron was just a novice, and it was understandable that he was alone on a mission for the first time.

It's only been a little over a month since he entered the extraordinary world. Before he entered, he was just a son of a commoner. Everything during this period of time actually impacted and reshaped his three views.

"Why did you come back, boy? The containment has been settled?" Simon Duncan walked in carelessly wearing an ill-fitting nightgown. Judging from his weak appearance, it seemed that he had just dealt with a group of tortured goblins.

Ron looked at Simon Duncan helplessly, especially when he smelled the strong perfume on his body, he always felt that he was facing a life-and-death crisis on the front line.

"Uncle Simon, the corpses of that group of vampires may have been discovered by ordinary people." Although it was difficult to say, Ron still explained it honestly.

"Well, I see, the containment agency will help you deal with the aftermath, but only this time, don't make an example next time, if there is another time, you will have to deal with it yourself." Simon Duncan said this calmly, if it weren't for him I have been paying attention to Ron and have already helped him deal with the aftermath, otherwise it would be impossible to find the murloc professional.

He is thinking now whether he should tell Wu Mingkong about this matter. After all, it is a bit weird to be honest. How could a lucky commoner boy be targeted by murloc professionals by the sea, and a group of people who believe in some kind of evil A group of murloc professionals that exist or contain objects.

In particular, there are murloc professionals who have traveled thousands of miles from the sea to the inland, which makes Simon Duncan puzzled.

Just because of a commoner boy who just entered the extraordinary world for a little over a month?

"Then thank you, uncle, what will the shelters for ordinary people who see the corpses of vampires do?"

This made Ron a little curious, is it using a magical containment or a mysterious star track ceremony?

"Wrap it in cement and fill it into the sea, so that no one will notice it, and it will not leak secrets." Simon Duncan said casually.

But he didn't expect Ron to believe it, and his whole body was stiff. He didn't expect to die.

Simon Duncan also saw Ron's situation, and he didn't expect that the other party could really believe his casual joke: "I'm lying to you, there are special investigators who will use hypnotic techniques to make the other party forget about this matter."

In this regard, Simon Duncan just came up with a random method anyway. The corpses of the group of blood-sucking beasts had already been disposed of by him. However, it is true that the investigators used hypnotic techniques to make people forget something. Some psychological techniques combined with simple The hypnotic quasar orbit ritual can do this very easily, and it can also delete memories very accurately, which is very convenient.

"Okay, go eat something first, then go to sleep, and then track down the whereabouts of the contents after you recover your energy." Simon Duncan didn't shy away from Ron, so he took off his pajamas and put them on again. Wearing lean leather armor, he turned around and left the hotel with all the equipment on his hands.

He was going to find the group of murloc professionals who ran inland from the open sea.

Three blocks away, Simon Duncan would never forget the fishy smell on the professional murlocs. What's more, he was a demon hunter, and tracking prey was one of his strengths.

As long as this group of murloc professionals haven't left the city, they won't be able to escape his pursuit.

Simon Duncan left the hotel in full armor, followed the smell, and the fading figure didn't notice the slightest ripples in the dirty water near the hotel entrance.

"It seems that the high priest's plan has succeeded." In the dirty water, a murloc covered in scales emerged from it.

This is a weird murloc professional. He only has the strength of the first level, but he has completely turned into a murloc. Unlike a normal murloc professional, the staged process from human to murloc requires advanced Career transformation step by step.

It was precisely because of his eccentricity that he was able to hide from Simon Duncan, a seventh-level demon hunter. Of course, what was more important was that other murloc professionals attracted his attention. This puddle of sewage.

"If it wasn't for that idiot Sears who wanted to do something early and was noticed by Simon Duncan, where it would take so much effort, he's already at the third level and hasn't dived deep yet. His loyalty to my lord is questionable, otherwise the big It is impossible for the priest to give this task to me, Eric." The murloc professional named Eric was gloomy and terrifying, especially in this gloom, there was also the fact that Simon Duncan had discovered the man named West. The disdain of the third-tier murloc professionals in Erles.

And in his tone, he was proud that he had already become a murloc at the first level. As for why it was a deep dive?

In murlocs, it was a contemptuous name for other transcendents who chose the murloc profession. The real name of this profession should be called deep diver.

An inexplicable seawater gushed out of Eric's body, and this layer of seawater provided him with the necessary protection on land and contained the mental state of lack of oxygen.

Obviously, this is a star track ceremony, used to make up for their shortcomings on land, but the shortcomings are made up, but it seems that their sanity has been lost a bit.

This situation is likely to be due to the fact that one's own rank is not high enough to resist the sequelae brought about by the star trail ceremony. Like Simon Duncan and Hobbs White, these extraordinary people of the seventh and eighth ranks, even though they use the star trail ceremony, they also have some problems. The sequelae of sanity, but their own strength has become stronger, and the sanity that should have dropped by [-] points was directly compressed to [-] by them, and the power is even stronger.

It's a pity that Eric doesn't have this kind of strength. Although his deep dive has reached the extreme, his strength is still at the first level, and his potential will increase at most.

But it takes time for potential to be realized into strength, and he obviously doesn't have the time.

His uncloseable fish eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and there was an aura of madness rolling around his whole body. It looked as if he had not added a layer of seawater protection to himself, but had given himself a berserk spell.

It's just that although he has lost a lot of sanity, his will is still very tenacious. Otherwise, how can he survive to fully dive?

"I'm here, little thief." A maddened voice came out of Eric's fish mouth softly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 392 Embers of the Past (21)

"Uncle Simon is dressed so formally, isn't he going to meet someone?" During this period of time with Simon Duncan, he is completely a playboy, but his strength and seeing are real. .

"Hotel hot water service." A hoarse voice came from outside the door, which made Ron a little puzzled. The hotel seemed to have no hot water service, and even if there was, he didn't call.

"You went to the wrong room. I didn't call for hot water service." Naturally, Ron would not be greedy for such a cheap price, so he immediately refused.

"That's right, 3-25, the hot water service provided by our hotel."

Since it was a gift, and the room number was correct, then Ron wasn't pretentious. He just came back and happened to wash up.

Get up and go to open the door. The door of this hotel is very delicate, except for the key, it can only be opened from the inside, and the hotel claims that there is only one key, and the privacy of the guests can be completely kept secret.

Although Ron doesn't really believe this claim, but if he doesn't open it, the waiters outside will definitely not come in, so his hot water service is designated as a waste.

"Please..." Ron opened the door. He wanted to say please come in, but he was shocked for a while.

He didn't expect to see a murloc, and the bloodshot fish eyes on both sides of his cheeks were full of madness and malice, which made his heart tremble.

"Your hot water service, please accept." Eric took out a small harpoon, straightened it towards Ron's chest, and there was a trembling murderous look in his tone.

Ron, who was covered in chills, got an inexplicable strength from nowhere, and he retreated a lot. He fell backwards, sat on the ground, and narrowly avoided the harpoon.