Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Comic world, New York, Manhattan.

Anthony, who had just attended a charity reception, returned to Caesar's Palace. As soon as he entered his office, he saw Ye Gucheng in a suit standing there waiting.

He handed all his clothes to the bodyguards, and then motioned for them to step back. After looking at each other up and down, Anthony said to Ye Gucheng with a smile on his face: "It seems that although the guy from DR Fashion is a bit perverted, I have to say, he has good taste. This outfit suits your temperament quite well."

"Yes," Ye Gucheng responded lightly, and then sat down straight at Anthony's signal.

He was still so taciturn, but there was nothing he could do about it. Ye Gucheng himself was such a cold, arrogant person. And although he was extremely talented in swordsmanship, in terms of language talent, he was still far behind the pervert Hisoka. Although I have been in the world of American comics for a while, I still have a long way to go before I can speak English fluently. As a result, he became increasingly taciturn.

"How are you, are you still used to the life here?" Anthony came to the small bar in the office, opened the wine and poured himself a glass, and asked with a smile.

"Not bad," Ye Gucheng nodded. Maybe he was not used to it when he first entered this world, but as time went by, he gradually accepted many things. After all, except for the kind of ascetic monks who like to abuse themselves, no one will refuse a better and more convenient life.

"That's good. If you need anything, you can ask Bullock. If he can't help you solve it, you can come to me directly." As for Ye Gucheng, Anthony only took him into his hands at first. It's just appreciation. After all, when it comes to high-end combat power, Anthony is no less than this one.

But when Ye Gucheng signed his name to the blood-sucking order, Anthony realized that his investment this time was a huge profit.

Know that to anyone else who signs it, all they have to share is the skills of the other person. For example, now that Ye Gucheng has signed his name, no matter how lucky Xisuo and others are, they will only be able to draw his strongest swordsman, Tianwai Feixian.

As the master of the Blood Order, Anthony chose something completely different. He could even specify a certain talent of Ye Gucheng.

So what kind of talent does Ye Gucheng have? Look at the list available to Anthony: sword intention, sword bone, sword heart, sword power, sword soul. It can be said that Ye Gucheng is simply a swordsman born for the sword.

Maybe just saying this is not enough for people to understand. To put it simply, according to the introduction of the system, Kenshin's talent alone, if placed in some high martial arts worlds and immortal cultivation worlds, this person is the top sect and force. Someone who will break his head and grab it.

So at this time, we have to say that Ye Gucheng is really a rare person. If he was born in a world of high martial arts or cultivation, he would definitely be the one who can reach the stars and the moon.

This is why Anthony values ​​​​him. Anthony can share these talents with others in the Bloodshed Order. When the time comes, as long as he meets the right world, Anthony can soar into the sky.

By then, Superman, Thanos, Darkseid, and Anthony will all be able to destroy them with a wave of their hands.

"What kind of wine do you want?" Anthony shook another empty wine glass and asked with his back to Ye Gucheng, who was sitting upright.

"Baishui," Ye Gucheng's language was still so capable.

"You haven't gotten rid of this habit. If you keep drinking plain water, wouldn't your life be too monotonous?" Anthony shook the bottle next to him and teased: "Would you like to try another one? This is a private winery. What we produce is definitely not the kind of Lafite or Latour that is commonly sold in the market, and the taste will definitely make you have endless aftertaste.”

"Alcohol can harm the body, and it can also mess with sex." Even in another world, Ye Gucheng is still Ye Gucheng, and he will not change for any external conditions.

"That's up to you," Anthony poured him a glass of water in an obedient manner. In terms of personal preferences, Anthony has never forced his subordinates to change.

After giving instructions to Ye Gucheng to do as he pleased, Anthony came to the desk alone, preparing to inspect Caesar's Palace through surveillance before going to rest.

At this moment, the knock on the door rang again. Anthony frowned slightly and signaled Ye Gucheng to open the door.

"What's the matter?" Anthony took a sip of red wine and asked lightly to Bullock who had just entered.

When Bullock entered the door, he nodded kindly to Ye Gucheng, the new celebrity next to the boss, and then quickly placed an invitation on your table and respectfully replied: "Boss, the city government sent an invitation to you." Send an invitation to the group to invite you to attend the charity reception he is hosting at the Manhattan Hotel this Sunday."

"It's a charity reception again," Anthony said angrily, flipping open the invitation card on the table, turning his chair, tasting the red wine in the glass while looking at the night view of Manhattan through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said lightly: "Help me After pushing him, wouldn’t these upper-class people be bored? In this period of time alone, I have attended many so-called charity receptions.”

I have to say that sometimes the life in the upper class is really like what is said in the wall. People inside want to get out, and people outside want to come in.

For those who have just entered or have not entered the upper class circle, every gathering among the upper class is worth cherishing. But for the real upper class, the only thing these parties make them feel is irritation.

After all, no matter how delicious the food is, you will still vomit if you eat too much.

Bullock couldn't help but frowned in embarrassment after hearing this. After hesitating again and again, he couldn't help but carefully organize his words: "Why don't you, boss, take another look? This reception was hosted by the mayor of New York City himself. If you don't, boss, If you go"

"Oh, the Mayor of New York City." Anthony turned his chair over when he heard this. He picked up the invitation card that he had bounced and looked at it. He found that the name on it was really the New York City Mayor who had succeeded in the election. long name.

"There are still three days left on Sunday, I understand," Anthony put the invitation aside and said in a deep voice to Bullock: "Tell them that I will go to the appointment on time."

"Yes," Brock responded quickly.

"By the way," just as Bullock was about to leave, Anthony suddenly remembered something and stopped him directly: "How are you and the agent named Natasha doing now?"

"This" Bullock couldn't help but feel ashamed after hearing this. He hesitated for a long time before saying with shame: "Sorry, boss, we lost. She still got the information. We only found out through self-examination afterwards that the information had been It’s been touched.”

"It's something that was expected," Anthony said while sipping the red wine: "The other party is also a professional agent, and he is also the ace among agents. It is reasonable that you are not her opponent."

"Boss, we betrayed your trust," Bullock finally felt better after hearing this, but when he thought about it, he already knew her identity in advance after being reminded by the boss, and took strict precautions, so that the other party could succeed. , I can't help but still feel a little frustrated.

"There is nothing to live up to. I don't expect you to be able to stop her for how long. The reason why I don't move her is just to give you a practice so that you won't be in a hurry when you encounter spies in the future," Anthony He said calmly.

"Understood." Brock responded quickly.

"By the way, how long has it been since she left?" Anthony asked casually, playing with the red wine glass in his hand.

"Withdraw." Bullock was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "No, boss, she is still working in our group."

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