Wizard: I can extract identities

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Miller's face disappeared, then he picked up another phone on his desk, dialed a number, and said in a deep voice: "Ask Hoffman to come to my office!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Not long after, there were footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door. Then Hoffman, dressed in a suit and ties, walked in and asked respectfully: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Miller nodded, pointed to the sofa opposite, motioned for Hoffman to sit down, and then said, "I have something for you to do."

"You can tell me whatever it is." Hoffman agreed without hesitation.

"As you know, the company's expansion in other cities in the state has encountered obstacles recently, and many employees have been attacked. If we don't take measures, who will continue to work for the company in the future? So... I need you Take action to resolve this matter personally.”

Hearing Miller's words, Hoffman immediately understood what was going on, and immediately nodded without hesitation: "I understand, boss, don't worry, I will handle the matter in the shortest possible time. I will never Delaying the normal operation of the company!"

Miller nodded with satisfaction, and then asked: "Remember, it must be done in secret, and you must not alert the enemy."

Hoffman assured again: "Boss, please don't worry, I know how to do it."

Seeing Hoffman's performance, Miller was very satisfied, so he waved his hand to indicate that the other party could leave.

After watching Hoffman leave, Miller took out cigarettes from the drawer of his desk, skillfully pulled one out, held it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled the rich smoke.

He sat back in his chair, squinted at the scenery outside the window, and didn't know what he was thinking in his mind.

After Miller finished smoking, he stood up from his seat and quickly walked towards the lounge next door.

At this moment, on the luxurious bed in the lounge next door, a woman wearing black silk pajamas was lying on it and sleeping soundly.

After hearing the door open, she slowly opened her eyes.

The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with white and delicate skin, a melon-shaped face with two watery peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, small and sexy red lips, a tall, slim figure, and a plump and firm chest. Her double breasts are about to come out, and the thin black silk pajamas are bulging out, making her look charming and alluring.

At this moment, the girl half-propped her body, stretched lazily, then turned her head and smiled charmingly at Miller, and asked softly: "Why have you thought about it and are ready to promise me?"

After Miller closed the door, he walked straight towards the girl, then gently sat next to her and said, "I just told Hoffman to take people to solve the matter. As for those Arrangements have been made for the employees who were attacked and huge medical bills have been paid. I believe this matter will be resolved soon.”

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the woman's pretty face, and then she stroked her jade arms, which were as smooth and round as snow lotus roots, and said with a half-smile: "It's useless, there are extraordinary people involved in this matter, and Hof Man is just an ordinary person. Not only is he unable to solve this matter, but he may very well pay for it with his life. I advise you to think about it early so as not to regret it later. "

"Extraordinary person?" Miller frowned, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Although I have never seen other extraordinary people except you, are they more powerful than guns and cannonballs?"

"Guns and shells? Humph! You underestimate the extraordinary. Extraordinary people are much more powerful than you think. Even if they are first-level extraordinary people, ordinary firearms will hardly cause damage to them, even if you have a whole team. All the elite soldiers are of no avail, not to mention how many people does Hoffman have? Do you think they can withstand the attack of the extraordinary ones?"

Miller fell silent upon hearing this.

The woman in front of her was named Deborah, a woman she accidentally rescued. Deborah claimed that she was a second-level transcendent who was seriously injured because she was chased by her enemies, and was eventually rescued by Miller.

Under Deborah's prophecy, Miller solved several troubles perfectly, and even avoided many dangers and traps with her reminder.

In Miller's mind, Deborah's ability is really incredible. She can help people seek good fortune, avoid disaster, and predict the future. From her, she can see the huge gap between extraordinary people and ordinary people.

Therefore, after listening to Deborah's words, Miller's expression became hesitant. He was not sure whether he was right or wrong in letting Hoffman handle this matter.

After all, there is a huge gulf between extraordinary beings and ordinary people. This gap cannot be bridged by numbers of people or ordinary firearms.

Deborah saw Miller's concerns and said with a smile: "How about it? Have you thought about it? If you haven't made up your mind yet, then I can go about my own business first!"

After saying that, Deborah made a show of getting up and leaving.

Seeing this, Miller quickly pressed Deborah's shoulders and said hurriedly: "Don't leave, I agree."

"Haha, that's right." Deborah smiled charmingly, flipped her wrist, and a wine glass and a dagger appeared out of thin air in her palm.

She raised her hand and handed the dagger to Miller, and said with a smile: "Here, I have prepared everything for you."

Miller took the dagger and examined it carefully. He found that the dagger was extremely sharp, flashing with cold light, and looked very scary. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then he made up his mind and used the dagger to gently cut a long cut on his palm. The scarlet blood flowed down the wound and was caught by Deborah in a glass cup, with a faint smell of blood.

Deborah stared at the blood in the glass with an intoxicated look, and murmured: "It's really delicious blood, this is the most delicious blood I have ever seen!"

"Uh... Deborah, do you want to drink it?" Seeing her action, Miller couldn't help asking.

"What else?" Deborah asked back.

When the blood almost filled up half of the cup, Deborah suddenly came to Miller, then lowered her head and put her mouth on Miller's right palm, greedily sucking the blood, as if it was not blood, but the most precious delicacy in the world.

"Gulp Gulp..."

A series of throat squirming sounds came out of Deborah's mouth.

Gradually, Deborah stopped sucking, then raised her head reluctantly to look at Miller, licked the blood left at the corner of her mouth, and said: "Thank you, Miller, you are such a generous gentleman, your blood is so delicious, to express my gratitude, I will help you solve the problem..."

While speaking, she grabbed the cup again and drank the blood in it.