Who is not a fairy?

Modine appeared in the Bird Club with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Chen Yangcheng was on the phone with someone. He had been busy and depressed these days, and he had lost a lot of weight. His chin looked a little sharp.

He was originally frowning, but when he saw Modin's face, he couldn't help but smile.

"God, what's wrong with you?"

Modin's face looked like a paint tray, and it was colorful. He felt embarrassed, touched his nose and said in a low voice, "I had a fight with someone."

"A fight?"

Modin raised the plastic bag in his hand: "I went to buy roast goose, a little bastard jumped in line, I said a few words to him and he got into a fight with me - what the hell! I will teach his parents What does he mean by 'respecting the old, loving the young, and queuing in a civilized way'. Don't look at me like this, his injury is much more serious than mine!"

Chen Yangcheng looked at him dumbfounded, and suddenly caught a glimpse of his roast goose, as if remembering something, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded.

Modin's sharp eyes noticed this, and his words turned around: "Boss, don't worry, Xiao Yu'er is their only bargaining chip now, if they dare to attack her, it will be a lose-lose situation for both of them. Wouldn't want to see it."

Chen Yangcheng gave a faint "hmm", but he didn't know if he heard it, so he nodded his chin: "Song Yu is inside, you can go."

Modine said, "Shall I give you a leg?"

Chen Yangcheng waved his hand: "No, I'll sue you for bribery if you do this again."

Modin smiled, and the two of them teased a few words in a neutral manner. The atmosphere was much more relaxed, and Modin carried the roast goose into the ground.

Since the fourth day of Lin Yu's kidnapping, he has not received any package from the godslayer.

The information on the A4 paper has been pieced together completely:

At 10:15 p.m. on October 8th, at the granary of the 450 base, two people were prepared to exchange hostages. One of them must be Song Yu, who came with information about Tinder.

Yan Feng didn't know what method he used to pick out the group of elites whose sense of smell was comparable to a dog's nose, and dumped them to the first group, while Asuka took over secretly and carried out a carpet search, but unfortunately, There is no news.

For the convenience of discussion, Song Yu and He Xu simply lived in the basement of Asuka, and Moding and Chen Yangcheng would send a meal if they had nothing to do.

Neither Song Yu nor He Xu showed their emotions, so they looked calm, but Modin thought about it with his heart, and the circles of his eyes were about to turn red.

That little Lin Yu is so cute. He didn't meet him many times, but he remembered that she was a red-faced, fair-skinned little girl with black eyes. She was very energetic and sensible. I don't know how many men think of her as an ideal daughter. .

how come...

Seeing that he was about to reach the door, Modin patted his face, showing some joy on his own face, and walked into the room with ease: "Brother Song, Master He, look what I brought you?"

Pushing open the door and entering, only to find that besides Song Yu and He Xu, there were two other people.

One is Yan Feng, and the other is a girl with a bun and wearing glasses with thick bottle caps.

Seeing Yan Feng's unsmiling appearance, Modin was a little apprehensive. He Xu took the roast goose and introduced to Modin: "This is the God of Architecture, Tang Yue; this is the God of Face, Modin."

Tang Yue stretched out his hand and shook Modin: "Hello, Mr. Mo, I have been to your noodle restaurant, and the shrimp fried eel noodles are delicious."

Modin hurriedly said thank you.

After exchanging pleasantries, continue to the topic. Modin knew that he could not be of much help, so he simply took over the work of the old lady. Because Asuka has an inner ghost, he knew that the number of people in this rescue plan was suppressed to a minimum. Modin was busy chopping meat and putting it on the plate I sneaked a few glances at Tang Yue, not quite understanding what she was doing here.

Tang Yue lay on the table and took out a stack of blueprints from the leather bag: "Base 450 was a military chemical base in the 70s. In 2000, when the base was relocated, this place was abandoned. Keep it sealed." It will be opened to the outside world in 2015, but because of its particularity, it has not been expropriated by real estate, but has been used as a tourist attraction."

After hearing this, Modin couldn't help interjecting: "Attractions? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Tang Yue glanced at him, and her voice was a bit aggressive: "What is there to see in the military chemical base? It is not allowed to demolish and rebuild at will. It is basically a ruined building. Do you want people to see the big red letters written on the wall?"

Yan Feng said: "I have heard that it is an old site from the last century. It seems to be decorated with a red memorial hall. My son visited there during his summer practice."

Modin lowered his head and chopped off a smooth chicken thigh: "...don't worry about me, just keep going."

Tang Yue was interrupted by this, and almost forgot what she said, and she stared at the blueprint for a while before continuing: "The lock time of the 450 base is 04:30 in the evening, we don't need to evacuate the crowd when we go in, which is a good thing. "

He Xu raised his eyebrows: "There are still bad things?"

"Yes," Tang Yue sighed, "This is a military chemical base, the design is very complicated, and many places are locked to prevent people from entering."

"I ran several times before, and asked the bird god to let the sparrow go in and have a look. The sketch can be drawn, but there are several basements inside, so there is no way."

She pulled out a piece of paper at the bottom and pointed it out to them: "Chemical experiments are mainly carried out underground. Since the Godslayers chose the site at Base 450, even if it wasn't their lair, they knew this place well, but I If we can’t get the design drawings of the 450 base, I’m afraid there will be an ambush.”

He Xu nodded.

Yan Feng suddenly asked: "I heard from Mr. Yang that Miss Tang can change the building at will?"

Tang Yue was taken aback for a moment, and frowned, an offended expression flashed across her face, He Xu squinted at her expression, and lowered his head to press the phone.

He Xu: Is the ability of a god a very private thing?

Song Yu replied to him: Except for the team leader and Chen Yangcheng among the gods, in principle, no one else can inquire about each other's abilities.Because of the Godslayer's existence, this ability can save lives at critical moments.Take the initiative to say it yourself.

He Xu lowered his eyes and smiled silently.

It seems that Tang Yue is a very private person. Only Yang Yongzhang and Chen Yangcheng know her ability, so who is the person who revealed it...?

Yan Feng is also the leader of the "Eagle Group" anyway, and it is not uncommon for the management to exchange information, so Tang Yue quickly adjusted his state and nodded.

She said softly: "I can change the building, but the places I can change are limited, and it takes a lot of energy. It will not work after a long time."

As if she was talking for a demonstration, she took a few steps back, stopped, and lightly stroked the floor tiles with her toes. Her movements were very light, as light as fingers stroking the blade of a knife, but the floor tiles immediately softened into mud. Immediately afterwards, she slightly raised her index finger, and the mud rushed upwards, and a lifelike brick dragon stood up.

The rest of the people looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't help applauding.

Tang Yue was a little embarrassed, blushing, and with a wave of her hand, the floor tile lay back again, recovering as before.

Yan Feng said: "Miss Tang should come to our 'Eagle Group', Mr. Yang is really unkind."

Tang Yue shook her head and said, "Thank you, but it won't work. I'm not physically strong. You can see that my face is flushed now. After a few more runs, it's like running 800 meters before. I can't breathe."

Modin happened to have chopped the roast goose and called them to eat.

"Talk while eating, sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood."

In addition to roast goose, there are also crab yolk eggs, stir-fried chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and tofu crucian carp soup. Tang Yue had talked about it for a long time before, and she was also hungry at the moment. She thanked her and took the rice bowl.

After recovering from the hunger, she said, "Where did I just say that? Oh yes, I said I couldn't draw the basement."

"But there is another way, that is pipelines. The 450 base has a lot of pipelines, almost all over the base, and the diameter of the pipelines is about 0.8 meters, which can accommodate an adult to pass through. We can send someone to let him go around secretly. The place where the hostages are exchanged, come up with a surprise move."

The crowd nodded.

"Who will go?"

While eating, He Xu pricked up his ears. As soon as Tang Yue finished speaking, he pointed to himself, and said loudly and crisply, "Me."

Song Yu put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

He Xu looked back unceremoniously: "Lao Yan and I have both received training in this area before, and I also performed a task of climbing an exhaust fan. If Asuka can find a second one who is more skilled than me, then I won't go."

Yan Feng glanced at him: "Speak so aggressively, have you eaten?"

He Xu lowered his head to grab crucian carp meat.

Song Yu looked at this and that, and finally said: "...the fish has a lot of spines, give it to me."

He Xu paused, then suddenly lowered his eyelids, and his voice was as soft as a ball of cotton: "No need."

Yan Feng finally found out that he was like a dog and a mouse - meddling in other people's business, keeping his head down and not talking.

Modin quickly picked up another topic: "That one is Brother Song, and who is the other one?"

Yan Feng said: "Me."

Modin smiled and said: "Brother Yan is good, we can rest assured that Brother Yan is here."

Yan Feng smiled when he heard his praise, and then shook his head quickly: "If I'm really good, I've caught Hu Cheng long ago, and how can I let him be free for so long?"

"Huh...what?"

"Hu Cheng. The god of crime. I'm here today to tell you about the main members of Godslayer."

"Not many. Godslayer is mainly supported by strong connections and financial resources. There are three leaders here."

"The first one, Bailong, the god of liars. He didn't just cheat Xiaomeng, he also committed many transnational frauds, including the bank robbery in 09. At the beginning of this year, we Cooperated with Germany and took him back to the country, and now he is squatting in a prison, but he has a group of younger brothers, and he can do a lot of things even if he is not around."

"His ability is relatively abstract. To put it simply, it is 'confuse'."

Song Yu leaned forward: "Confused?"

"Isn't there a rumor on the Internet that there is a kind of shoulder-patting ecstasy fan? The ecstasy fan is fake, but his abilities are real. Whether it's his words or his actions, he is born with a strong provocative force and confusion. "

Song Yu seemed to understand, and was about to ask a few more questions, but Yan Feng had already started to talk about the next one.

"The second one is Mao Guimin, the god of thieves." Yan Feng couldn't afford to pick up tofu, Song Yu handed him a spoon, "Thank you—the speeding gangsters at the train station and subway entrance, the carjackers you met at night in the taxi, The occupationally disabled people who set up street stalls to beg, as well as the trafficking of human beings, most of these dollars are occupied by Mao Guimin."

"A thief has the most poisonous eyes. He can tell at a glance whether this person has money and whether he is good at stealing. So his ability is 'identification'."

"The last one is Hu Cheng, the god of crime. He is full of five poisons. He is involved in the most profitable ways. Drugs, military, fire, gambling, prostitution... "

Yan Feng's voice stopped abruptly, and he picked up a small bowl and drank soup.

Modin was listening to the thrilling excitement, but suddenly there was no more to say, and couldn't help but ask: "And then? What is his ability?"

Yan Feng raised his wide eyelids from the soup bowl, and slowly glanced at everyone present.

He said softly, "...I don't know."