The Collection of The End

In an abandoned motel in the suburbs of New York, Dom is monitoring people scattered in rooms.

"Boss, the driver and passengers who were stopped by the red station wagon are here. Someone tried to call the police. I followed your instructions to the boss. But after they reported the address, they all wilted." Li Dezhe Reported to him by the side.

"Of course, after all, we are the'real FBI'." Dom nodded indifferently.

"But we obviously are not?" Li De looked at him expectantly.

"I returned to the United States this time, or the world similar to the United States, I immediately contacted the military according to the original contact information," Dom glanced at him: "Guess what the result is?"

"Can't contact? No such person?" Li De scratched his head: "After all, this is obviously not the United States where we are. The president is not ■■■, but a vegetarian, environmentalist, and animal protectionist. A black single mother with a fat body with a dog and two daughters at home—are aliens allergic to political correctness?”

"Get in touch," Dom glanced at Li De. "Not only you and me, but also sparrows, vultures, falcons, Dobermans, Labradors, German shepherds, hyenas, and gray wolves, all of them are clearly-identified navies. The Marine Corps special forces, and our purpose of coming to New York this time is to take a vacation."

"Oh... I'll just say that it's been too smooth for you to pretend to be the FBI these days. Although there are reasons for the FBI's big move,..." Li De shrugged.

"Again, it's not pretending," Dom said: "Due to the FBI's shortage of manpower, we seconded special forces to the nearby garrison. We were directly seconded because of our location. The authority is equivalent to that of FBI agents."

"So we should be accountable to the FBI?"

"No, the military liaison meant that we don't need to listen to the FBI, simply imitate their behavior, and secretly report it after figuring out what the FBI is doing." Dom responded.

"Not surprisingly..." Li De spread his hands: "But they are obviously investigating the'Reaper', right?"

"Heh," Dom sneered: "The traceless method of killing is really like what the FBI wants to obtain. It seems that they are a virtue no matter what the world."

"But we seem to have it." Li De glanced at Dom Kongkong's hands.

"We made a mistake in decision-making. At the beginning, we should find a way to bring Evelyn into the main **** space instead of letting her and O'Connor go." Dom shook his hand, and as the black mist surged, a thick book appeared in his hand. Big dark book.

【The Secret Sacred Code (Black Sutra of the Dead)】

[The ghostly scriptures, the items owned by Bishop Youmi, after being handed over to the dark storyteller, can learn dark miracles from her. 】

[The sacred scriptures recorded the story that Bishop Youxie heard from the abyss. Just reading it will make people go crazy. 】

[Equipment: MP is consumed slowly, and at the same time, the wearer can perceive the breath of death. 】

[Use: Consume all MP, summon the undead army from the abyss to fight for the user. The size of the undead army is related to the MP value consumed, and it is limited to one time in each reincarnation world. 】

[‘When you look at the abyss...’]

As for the other one I don’t use now:

【Sun Sacred Code (Sun Golden Sutra)】

[The Scripture of the Sun, the items owned by the warrior who signed the Sun Oath, can learn the miracle of light from her after handing it over to the light storyteller. 】

[The scripture records the story of the sun warriors fighting bravely in different worlds. They seem to like to use the sun gun very much. 】

[Use: You can select one of the following two effects to activate. 】

[1: Consume a certain amount of MP to exile an undead back to the abyss. If the MP required to exile the target undead is insufficient, this effect will be converted into damage to the undead. 】

[2: Consuming all MP, summon a sun warrior from another world to fight for the user. The strength of the sun warrior is related to the MP consumed. Each world can only summon one sun warrior. 】

[‘Praise the sun! ’】

Whether it is in the abyss or in another world, it is far away from the current self. In terms of the characteristics of this world, the Black Sutra of the Undead is very suitable.

call--

As the black book appeared in his hands, Dom’s eyes were instantly covered with a black mist, but his vision was not affected in any way. On the contrary, the "lucky ones" in the surveillance and his "men" were on their bodies. They are all contaminated with weird black air, thick or light.

As the MP was declining rapidly, Dom remembered a few lucky guys who were almost overflowing with black energy, and took the Undead Black Sutra back into his inventory.

It seems that he will not be attacked for the time being.

The so-called "owner"...Dom glanced at the surveillance again.

Vultures and Falcons are quite conscientious, and the ignored sparrows cheekily rub FBI resources here.

Doberman, Labrador, German Shepherd, Hyena and Gray Wolf are newcomers to this reincarnation world. They are also from the US military background, and they also died unexpectedly.

At present, it seems that the nicknames given to these people by the "aliens" are quite accurate. Dubin, Labrador and German Shepherd implemented their orders after they showed their physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. The gray wolf is already very powerful, and the gray wolf has always been taciturn. Although it listens to itself and has no opinion on "no contributors need to hand in their souls", there is always a faint light flashing in their eyes. Hyena's words... belong to the most. The standard "dog leg", but Dom has no doubt that if there is a chance to replace him, he will do it immediately.

"Pay attention to the one called'Aven'," Dom picked up the intercom: "Now check the watch, and go in to rescue him in 1 minute and 35 seconds. Vulture and Falcon don't participate, let the newcomer decide for themselves."

One of the problems after forming a team is that "rewards that can only be obtained by a single person" must be coordinated. The rewards may not be available to everyone, but the chances of getting rewards must be equal. How do you say that? Don't suffer from lack and unevenness?

At the same time, we must cultivate a sense of competition between them, and subconsciously regard ourselves as a leader.

The surveillance showed that after a brief discussion, the newcomers decided to let Dubin save people first. This is also reasonable, because he was an instructor "before he was alive", and he can pass it on to others after he has experience.

So... Dom turned his gaze to Irving.

This is a guy who just won the lottery and was going to spend his time. Because he was detained by the FBI, he was quite dissatisfied and dared not to speak. He vented his anger with various furniture and furnishings when he acted in his own room.

About a minute later, he stepped on the screaming chicken he threw and slipped and hit the bookcase head-on. The bookcase fell forward, pressing him underneath, and the potted plant at the top of the bookcase flew out, knocking down the coat and hat next to him. When the coat rack fell down, the all-metal big scissors placed on the corner of the table flew, and the scissors crossed a parabola, spinning towards Ivan’s horrified eyes.

Bang! Boom!

The scissors stuck to the glove box thrown by Doberman who broke in, and landed tremblingly next to Ivan's head.

"Du Bin did a good job," Li De retracted his gaze from looking at the surveillance: "But if the rooms we arranged for these people are not so messy, wouldn't they be so prone to accidents?"

"Heh," Dom sneered: "Think about it, is it easy to assassinate a sentinel patrolling in a complex terrain, or is it easy to assassinate a leader under heavy protection? And if you are to stop these two assassinations, what? One will be easier to stop?"

"...The latter is difficult to assassinate, but once the action begins, it is almost impossible to stop it?"

"Yes."