Mysterious journey

When he came to his senses, the staff took out the key and opened the door.

"This time, the Governor's Mansion presented a total of one hundred White Dragon Eagle totems as an additional reward for greatly improving the tasks. It was a waste of money. But even so, the acceptance and completion rate of tasks still did not improve much." The staff sighed. He took a breath and said, "It's hard to see clearly how difficult the tasks are these days. Most totem masters don't dare to take on tasks rashly. And there are far fewer people who dare to take on tasks. That's why the White Dragon Eagle is released as a reward."

She looked at the list.

"But it's not your fault to be envious. That's the reward for the Hurricane Team who mainly completed the mission. Your reward is at the bottom."

Garen was stunned.

"The Hurricane Team that mainly completes the mission? What do you mean?"

The staff gave him a strange look. "Of course they are the main force of this mission. The Hurricane Team destroyed the Totem Master terrorist nest and detonated a large-capacity white totem bomb. They already took away the main reward yesterday. You guys on the side are lucky, For the team that was not involved, it would be good if they could pick up a reward, which is a reward of 100,000 silver wheel cloth per person."

Garen's heart sank.

"You said it was the main force of the Hurricane Team that completed this mission?"

"That's right. There is actually a Type 2 Totem Master inside. I watched their mission process and it was very difficult to complete. What's wrong with you?" The female staff member looked at him strangely.

"A... type 2 totem master? Haha" Garen sneered. The three top type 2 totem masters exaggerated by the Black Sky Society were said to be one. It was obviously a power furnace explosion and was said to be a white totem bomb. This Hurricane team is really talented and has compiled everything.

Enter this small wooden room.

"This is your reward." The staff handed a small black bag to Garen.

Garen remained calm and did not take the black bag.

He glanced around and immediately saw a middle-aged man standing by the window on the right, quietly looking over here.

He knew that without Goethe coming out, nothing he could say would be of any use. No one would believe that a team with no Type 2 Totem Masters could kill three Type 2 Totem Masters and come out of the lair without any casualties.

In contrast, everyone will definitely believe the lies of the Hurricane Team more.

Presumably, this hurricane team didn't know everything that happened inside, and they didn't know the changes in Goth. That's why I made it up like this.

Garen thought that although he had an extra Howling Wolf and Rabbit and his defense was stronger, he still couldn't break the totem light of the second-type totem master in a head-on confrontation. Not much to say.

"Sorry, I don't think I calculated this reward clearly."

"Not sure?" The female staff member frowned. She was also a totem master. Although she was only a totemist, time could not be wasted so casually. "What point is not clear? Point it out and I will be responsible for my work."

Garen smiled politely.

"Actually, I want to say that in this mission, there are still some details that the Hurricane team has not completed and clear. Those are some things that our captain has personally experienced, so I hope that after our captain is discharged from the hospital, he can come over and correct the mission process record in person. "

The female staff member looked at Garen for a while.

"If you insist, I can suspend the reward collection, but you have to understand that it may not be long before these rewards are taken away by another person."

She paused and frowned.

"Or, if you think there is something wrong with Hurricane's mission report, then your efforts will be in vain. The people from the guild have sent people to check, and everything is normal."

Garen noticed that the man by the window had left at some point. He suddenly knew something. I didn’t say much to the staff either.

"Forget it, our captain will come over to talk in person soon. It's useless to talk about it now."

He didn't intend to do this, and the Hurricane team naturally had the potential to break out of Goth's solution. That guy couldn't even withstand three second-type totem masters from the Black Sky Society, let alone a small hurricane squad.

"That's up to you." The female staff member shrugged.

The two turned around and left the room, returning along the same path.

Several staff members passing by saw Gallon with nothing in his hands and didn't even look at him.

Returning to the mission hall, Garen politely thanked the female staff. And asked for a business card from the other party.

"Tavi Neisser." Garen looked at the name on the business card and then carefully put it away.

In the mission hall, which was already bustling with people, there were a few more people, a group of strong and sturdy men, who were staring at Garen with a sneer.

Seeing Garen coming out, the group slowly stood up.

Garen frowned and glanced at these people, walked out of the mission hall, went down a few steps, and walked directly in the direction of Chiaruna Hospital.

As expected, the people behind him followed him closely.

He noticed that these people were wearing a black and white hurricane badge on their chests.

Garen quickened his pace down the street, followed closely by the three men behind him.

Two groups of people entered the city one after the other and mixed with the crowd, moving against the current.

Garen glanced back from time to time.

"I'm just a scout, not a combatant. It's better to leave these things to professionals." He murmured in a low voice and quickened his pace.

He used the steps in the secret martial arts silently, getting faster and faster.

Soon the three people behind him disappeared.

After failing to collect the reward, Garen walked around the street and decided to go back to the hospital first to tell God Andy and others about the reward being fraudulently claimed so that they could be mentally prepared.

I hurried back to the hospital. In front of the entrance of the white five-story building, there were several people with hurricane signs standing guard at the edge.

Just as Garen was about to walk over, he stopped and stood behind the wall of a building to hide.

"There is nothing we can do now." Garen waited outside the building for a while, and soon saw two little nurses in white walking out of the hospital building.

One of the little nurses was fourteen or fifteen years old, and it was the little guy who brought him food.

He had an idea in his mind, and after the little nurse came closer, he walked around in front of the two of them to intercept her.

"That... Vichy!" Garen blocked the path of the two men and shouted loudly.

Two young nurses were chatting quietly when they were suddenly called. When they looked up, their faces turned pale with fright.

A terrifying man with a bald head, no eyebrows, and no beard was standing in front of the two of them. The man stared at the two of them with a lewd smile, with a hint of gloom and cruelty on his lips.

Garen didn't expect that just a kind smile would frighten the two little guys like this. He quickly stopped smiling and tried to look as calm as possible.

"Vichy, I am the patient you gave me lunch, have you forgotten?"

Vichy also immediately remembered this impressive patient, and she stood in front of her companion.

"What's the matter with you?" She became a little tongue-tied in excitement.

"Can you do me a little favor?" Garen grinned. The two little guys were so frightened that they trembled all over.

Two minutes later, Garen looked at the backs of the two little guys walking into the hospital, and felt a little calmer.

He turned around and saw three people from the Hurricane Team blocking behind him, staring at him silently.

And across the street on the left, a young man wearing a gold-rimmed white hat walked towards this side. He also wore a hurricane badge with a black background and a white whirlwind on his chest.

There are two silver horizontal lines engraved on the young man's badge.

"Type 2?" Garen immediately recognized the meaning of the horizontal line.

"Good eyesight." The young man walked five meters away from Garen, stopped, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it lightly with a match, and took a puff.

"To be honest, you run very fast. If I hadn't happened to be guarding here, I might not have found you. First time we met, my name is Casey."

"I'm just a nobody." Garen grinned. Only then did he notice that a petite black sparrow was standing on the eaves not far away, with a faint silvery light in its eyes.

The sparrow flew over gently, landed on the young man's shoulder, and then stopped moving, like a sculpture.

"Okay, no more nonsense. I'm here to unify the voice." The young man Casey said calmly, "On this mission, only us Hurricanes and you Black Panthers survived, and the other two teams died. Inside. I don’t know what’s going on inside, but if you want to get the mission reward, you must be on the same page as us. Understand?”

"What do you mean?" The smile on Garen's face calmed down.

"Go and take out the reward later and deliver it to this address. You can keep one third of it for yourself." Casey took a puff from his cigarette and puffed out white smoke rings, his eyes a little indifferent. "As a reward for our hurricane shelter for your team this time."

"We got the job done."

Garen said calmly, looking at the other party quietly.

"You did it?" Casey shook his head, "I detonated the White Totem bomb, and I killed the only second-type totem master. You said you did it? Who do you think you are?"

"Haha." Garen just laughed.

"Laughing? Are you very proud?" Casey's eyes were a little angry, "I fucking made you laugh!!" He slapped Gallon.

Snapped!

Suddenly Casey's arm was grabbed.

"You are very proud, boy." A red shadow flashed, and a tall man in red overalls stood in front of Garen, giving Casey a sunny smile.

"Let go!" Casey's face darkened.

"Don't let go."

"I said let go!" Casey's voice was high-pitched. His face was trembling, and he was obviously on the verge of anger.

"I won't let you go, so hit me." Goethe chuckled and put his face closer.

"You're looking for fucking death!!" Casey finally got angry and slapped the opponent's side of the face hard.

Snapped! ! !

A sharp and crisp sound suddenly spread.

Garen stared at the location of the two people in stunned silence. Although he had already noticed the arrival of Goethe and others, he did not expect that Goethe, who was a little out of touch, would use this method to solve the problem.

I saw Casey covering his face tightly and staring at Goethe in disbelief.

"Come and hit me, come and hit me!!" Goethe pointed at his crotch with a look on his face and pushed forward. "Come on! Kick here, hard!"

"What the fuck!!" Casey was so angry that he rushed over and kicked him hard.

oh! ! !

An earth-shattering scream.

Casey fell to his knees with a pop. A black light film of varying brightness shone above his body, but this light film obviously failed to block this fatal blow.