[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"It's still interesting, isn't it, System?"

"If you mean using illusions to conjure magic, I'm sorry."

The system said calmly.

Hu Erdao put his hands in his pockets, and wisps of dark mist overflowed from his pockets, which couldn't be seen clearly from a distance.

It's just that the smoky breath formed one after another strange creatures in the air in his eyes.

Well, it's Zerg.

Hu Erdao, who had once read a book of the Zerg Canon, used this not-so-rich fog attribute energy to transform one Zerg after another that he had seen with his own eyes.

Although it is shallow, like the mist in the mountains that will dissipate in the next second, it is precisely a manifestation of more testing of control.

If Hu Erdao is willing, these illusory smoke, which seems to be about to disperse, can have a real body in the next second.

In the rules of the cornerstone of this world, ideas and reality can be transformed into each other—for the fog attribute.

However, Hu Erdao tilted his head slightly in his eyes, curled his lips, and it would be too disgusting to become a reality.

Racial impressions cannot be reversed.

This is not different from the training of the ability of the world change system last time, and it is more of the same approach but the same effect.The mind ability control exercise of the transformation department is to be able to flexibly control the mind to form various forms, and the same is true for the mist and flames.

The only difference may be that the former relies more on skills, while the latter relies more on ideas.

It never took Hu Erdao a long time to master these things.

The weather gradually became cooler, and today it was rare to see light rain, and well-dressed people hurried in the rain, holding black umbrellas in the rain and fog.

The visitor in the black cloak took off his mask, his red hair was exposed from behind the cloth, and the cuffs of the light brown shirt inside were rolled up, revealing a section of his wrist.

"Sorry, it's raining."

The young man with short red hair took off his cloak, looked at his friends who were having fun, and the words came out of his mouth like this.

"It's okay, I don't care."

Hu Erdao said, looking back at the visitor, he smiled.

"I still prefer the way you dressed when you first met me."

There is an octagonal peaked cap on his head, and a dark vest wraps his thin body. There is a childish smile on his face, and the heavy revenge atmosphere is concealed under this thin body.

Enron is like the ice in winter.

——People never know what is lurking under the ice.

especially……

The smile in Hu Erdao's eyes deepened, the family that was finally destroyed.

"Before—" Simon Cozart said, he did not expect to meet this friend who met and left like a bird here again...by chance.

"You said you were bored, what about now?"

Said Simon Cozart.

Hu Erdao glanced at him casually.

Simon Cozart was already very familiar with the appearance of his friends in front of him, when they came to collect debts.

It is ridiculous to say, but the owner of the IOU is the creditor who came to the door.

I didn't know it at the beginning, and later I could only accept such an unintentional mistake-such a ridiculous reason.

As for debt collection...

"Just talking is better than nothing."

Said the family leader who collapsed on the high-backed chair.

"There are some things to do, but what I'm looking forward to is another thing." Hu Erdao said.

For example...

"Would you like to help us?"

like this.

Hu Erdao sat up straight and raised his eyebrows, "Peng Lie?"

"Ah, have you heard that too?" Simon Cozart was a little surprised, but quickly understood, "Yes, you live in Palermo after all."

"I would like to ask you to join Pengo Lie."

"But I don't have the desire to defend myself," Hu Erdao said, "Why should I join a self-defense group?"

If Giotto was here, he might have said "You are actually very interested in Pengo Lie" with his powerful intuition, which was a perfect answer, but Simon Cozart just looked up and smiled.

"Because you are such a kind person, Erdao."

this evaluation.

Hu Erdao had no idea how the other party came to this conclusion.

Confused in his heart, he chuckled with ambiguous meaning on his face and said, "I didn't expect you to comment on me like that. You've seen me kill people, haven't you?"

The thin blade of the decorative saber is gurgling with a red trickle, dripping slowly to the tip of the sword.

How good is a murderer?

But Simon Cozart doesn't think so.

"Those who do evil, murder is a crime."

"Beginning with good deeds, can murder be pardoned?"

The dark-gray-haired young man opposite him raised his eyes, "Don't think too much, the so-called classification is just people's self-comfort and cannot change the facts."

In the future of this world, the "Vongola" that Tsunayoshi Sawada took over, will anyone think they are kind?

Mafia goodness is useless.

He was steadfast during his lifetime, but he was no more than a traitor after death.

The sharpest thing of human beings and the easiest thing to change is "thinking".

Who would have thought that this unbroken Vengley family was established for protection?

As time goes by, they also have a lot to do for the Mafia—at most, they have more bottom lines than other families.

"But, uh," Hu Erdao bowed his head, "I'm really interested in Pengo Lie."

— After all, he is the future mafia godfather.

But only there.

If there is no task about the cornerstone of the world.

This is also the reason why he is close to the young people guided by those world cornerstones.

Ah, of course, Arnold was a surprise.

After all, the chief of the Secret Intelligence Service was not easily accessible.

They met directly by mistake... and even got into a fight... which was beyond Hu Erdao's expectation.

The cornerstone of the world...the so-called "Vengley Ring".

—Part of "Seven Three."

The clock on the wall was ticking.

The pendulum struck seven.

At the same time, Arnold, who had finished processing the information gathered for the day, took the black and gray windbreaker on the hanger and walked out of the office.

Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.

As a member of the Secret Intelligence Service and a member of the Secret Intelligence Service, it is not surprising how many strongholds and safe houses there are.

There is always dangerous news to snoop and gather.

If the occupation of a stronghold led to the collapse of the entire intelligence agency, then the one who failed in his duties was Arnold, the chief.

The members of the Secret Intelligence Service put the news in the agreed place on time, and another group of members arranged in advance took it out, and after deliberation, they all sent it to Arnold.

Then, regularly sent to the German Secret Intelligence Service.

If any of these steps go wrong and are not caught in time, wrong intelligence can lead to miscalculation for those who ultimately make the decision.

Those street, trivial news are not the scope of the SIS's work.

What they need is truly valuable intelligence.

It deserves the word "secret".

"Arnold, the newcomer from last time..." Melo happened to come from outside this stronghold, and asked after seeing him after thinking about it.

Seemed interested in his new spy colleague who seemed mild-mannered and calm.

"already left."

Arnold didn't stop for Melo, passed by him, opened the door, and said something lightly.

To be precise, he surrendered during Arnold's "torture" and chose to resign.

Arnold has no regrets.

Although that is indeed a good combat opponent.

But Arnold's job didn't require such a man.

Intelligence workers, although it is not uncommon to say that double-sided work is not uncommon, but not without affiliation.

And... During the fight, Arnold once saw the other party take a small thing out of his pocket and glanced at it, and muttered, "So it's also...".

Then, he completely gave up the stalemate fighting and proposed his third option: resign.

"I'm sorry Lord Arnold, I think I'm tired of this kind of work."

The young man with tea pupils hooked his lips and ended the fight neatly.

The author has something to say: Lark is too boring. ——Mr. Erdao who lost his temper after being tortured.

In fact, the purpose of writing this unit is to write the stories of the first generations. Hu Erdao has always been soy sauce in the stories, and there is only one task that can be used by other people to make an introduction-it can be regarded as a witness, that's it.

Hu Erdao, who was actually stared at by the world consciousness: mmp (smile).