The Legendary Mechanic

“What do you mean? ”

Minnesota looked directly into Khusuyyah's eyes and spoke ill.

Kessuye sighed and did not shy away from the eyes of the old mahjong. He said softly: “That is literally what I think Blackstar is saying. As chairman, you are the leader of the association. You should really give up prison technology. Although this was a historical problem before the association was founded, we now advocate class unity. Live transformation is really too much, and everyone will feel uncomfortable. ”

Minnesota squinted her eyes.

This is very much like premeditated action, and if Black Star and Khusuyyah collude privately and deliberately wreak havoc today, demonstrating the growth of each other's factional voice while striking at his prestige, he can be further overthrown.

There is, of course, another possibility, perhaps, that Khusuyyah has a problem with things that are not personal, simply with prison technology, that Manison has known this old friend for many years and knows that the other person does not love the offender, and that there may be another reason for him to face to face.

And Old Kerk wasn't that easy to buy, and McNesson couldn't believe that Black Star had a deep friendship with Kessuyer in just a few months, and he was more willing to believe it was the latter possibility.

‘It's also possible that Black Star grabbed him... well, ask him after the meeting. ’

Manison quickly adjusts his mind, shifts his gaze, looks around the scene, and has no expression on his face:

“It is my freedom to deal with my trophy. It will not be fruitful to continue discussing this topic. Don't waste time and get back to work. ”

Prisoners are his killers, and everyone in the place understands that forced palaces are impossible for him to compromise, mostly by setting fire to it, and nobody really finds it useful.

But this was undoubtedly part of Blackstar's plot to determine that he could not give up jail technology and force him to make such a statement, so that at least most members would be dissatisfied with him and indirectly reduce the prestige of his chairman… There is no way to call jail technology itself disgusting.

Blackstar's space-time amber can only be counted as jail time, and the thief is safe, while prison technology involves human experimentation on prisoners, which is much worse in nature.

Continuing to argue, Manison had nothing to say but that it would only become increasingly unfavourable, so he went straight to a hard-line attitude to end the topic.

His uncompromising attitude, though not surprising, was somewhat unhappy in the hearts and minds of the rabbits.

See, Han Xiao didn't continue this topic.

People have expressed their attitude, horizontal vertical will have no results, then go down to interfere with the normal meeting, and the goal has been reached. In addition to the prestige of striking the old wheat head, it is also digging for people. The old wheat head does not know the details of the sanctuary, and it is only a poor message to hit himself.

Han Xiao turned his head and looked at Kesuyeh, revealing a smile.

Khusuyya shook his head helplessly.

At this time, he stabbed McNelson, not just for the Black Star, but also for far-reaching consideration. After learning a series of information about the resurrection of the sanctuary, his mentality changed, as did his perception of the association.

If you think about it, it makes sense that Jess said that the resurrection of the sanctuary can only resurrect the dead, that existence is unique, and that it was transformed into a prison sentence super A, is it dead or alive?

Must be alive, then transformed into a super A level of imprisonment, as long as there is no liberation, is it never possible to be resurrected by the holy place?!

Another more horrible idea… would someone use the ability of the sanctuary to resurrect, set a trap, grab the resurrected Super A and make it a jail sentence?!

Khusuyyah is not cold and chestnuts.

Previously, he could barely stand the technology, but the concept of the resurrection of the holy place subverted his notion - without hope, he was fearless, and now he knew that his life had an opportunity to be prolonged indefinitely within an iteration, so it was difficult for him to tolerate the continuation of that threat.

It is also considered only from its own point of view, and in the longer term from the perspective of the larger picture, prison technology is not conducive to the control and maintenance of the sanctuary's ability to recover and to the unity of its members. Without even thinking about it, Khusuyyah can speculate on several potentially dire scenarios for the future, and now it seems that Minnesota's path will never work.

And predictably, once Blackstar has developed the resuscitation capability of the sanctuary, the weapon state with the technology of imprisonment will inevitably become a target. Ask who is willing to resurrect a super A with the technology of imprisonment? And by that time, perhaps even death will be a luxury, and most of the super-A classes, if extreme, may work together to send him into space-time amber to prevent Manison from being resurrected by the three civilizations and squeezed out of prison technology.

Kessoe and Minnesota were still a little sympathetic, and he didn't want to see Minnesota end up like this, so to speak, for the good of Minnesota. It's just that he knows how heavy it is, and until Blackstar finds out, the information about the sanctuary can't be revealed to unreliable guys, so he can only persuade them.

As for whether or not Minnesota listens, that's the business of the people, anyway, Khusuyyah feels he has enough sense.

Without Han Xiao's arch and fire, the routine would be able to proceed normally, but everyone present was distracted, their eyes constantly flowed between Han Xiao and Kesuyeh, their minds differed, and they darkly guessed what kind of soup the black stars had infused Kesuyeh with.

Sorokins sneaked up on the two of them, and he was constrained.

‘Ksuyeh has also been pulled together, and Blackstar is gaining more and more power in the Association...’

He always remembered the threat of black stars knowing his identity, leaving the handle in his hands, the idea of killing and exterminating people often circled in his head, only to throw rat taboos, not to act, and Sorokin couldn't resist the vest.

In Soloquin's reckoning, the best course of action is naturally to use other super A grades to kill Blackstar, but Blackstar's circle has been expanding and he has more friends, meaning he has fewer and fewer people to use.

The Peak Super-A in the universe is just that, Black Star has one more friend and one less potential helper.

“Or am I just eaten to death by him? If variables can be found..."

Solo's golden eyes flashed with haze.

……

A few hours later, the regular meeting went smoothly, and everyone left with their own minds.

Kessuye broke the projection link, when the transmitter rang and took a look, but it wasn't McNesson's call.

He sighed, picked up the comms, didn't panic, didn't busy:

"What can I do for you? ”

“Kessuye, what happened to you and Black Star, did he have something in his hands?” Minnesota opened the door and asked about what happened at the regular meeting.

“Nothing.”

Minnesota frowned and said, "You've been gone for months. You went out with Black Star. What happened to you? ”

“What does it have to do with you?” Kessouye responded faintly.

Rumor has it, Minnesota's face has changed.

This is admission, and the tone is clearly unwilling to reveal any information about the Black Star.

Looking at themselves wrong, Khusuyyah was giving Black Star his back. The relationship between the two of them had really progressed rapidly in the last few months, even for Black Star to offend him.

Minnesota felt the cold and alienation of Khusuyyah, which was not always a flavor.

This feeling, like a companion being ripped off by an opponent, has a kind of heartache of traitorous relatives, he just feels that his circles are being invaded by black stars, and everything that belongs to him is gradually moving away.

At this point, Khusuyyah said, “Anything else to say, hang up if you're okay, I'm busy. ”

Even in private dialogue, he was reluctant to engage in any form of leakage, just trying to get rid of Manison quickly.

“… I understand. ”

Minnesota silenced for a few seconds, pressed the lost mood, and proactively disconnected the communication.

Kessoon dropped the comms, his face was complicated, and he was a little shushed.

At the time of the intelligent plague, Manison stole chickens and failed to corrode rice, got into trouble, and caused himself to change his mind to a team candidate, eventually leaving such a rare opportunity in the hands of Black Star.

In Kessoe's view, this is picking sesame seeds and losing watermelons. If Kessoe didn't jump hard, and there wasn't a whole series of things later, Kessoe thought he would still be called to the team. In that case, Minnesota should have one of the pieces of information in her possession today, and it's not in the drums.

Too bad nothing happened if.

“This is all fate. If I had formed a team with you, you would be the one who now has the intelligence advantage...”

Khusuyyah shook his head and felt sorry for Minnesota.

……

The dark flow of the Super-A League did not affect the players' activities, and a few days later, the final of the fourth professional league finally sounded.

The viewership rate at the forum broke the record. If Jiangcheng carried the hopes of all Huaxia players, Thunder Python carried the expectations of all foreign clubs, and only they could prevent Huaxia from establishing a three-time championship dynasty.

Under the watchful eye, both sides were indissoluble in the first inning. Jiangcheng played a stable role, but it was hit by Thunderpython's secret tactics until now. He suffered a loss during the team game, and eventually lost the first inning with a weak points gap. He was led by Thunderpython 1: 0, which immediately raised Huaxia's blood pressure.

However, in the second and third innings, Jiangcheng squad withstood the pressure and stabilised under the leadership of the mad knife. Although there was not much exaggerated racketeering, relying on the strength of the mechanical department to continue, Hardson struck the game into a bladder inning, grinding out the points gap, winning two consecutive innings and winning the game.

In the fourth inning, Thunder Python did his best to solve the problem, hoping to win this inning, playing very cautiously, however, the game was a bad move, he was beaten by Jiangcheng and disappeared, and he turned dizzy.

Ultimately, Jiangcheng let him chase after three, picked the laurel. Since entering the top eight circles, Jiangcheng's performance has been 3: 1, stabilized by a batch. The mechanical style has been shown by them, it is very comprehensive, and there are few short boards.

After countless spectators or tense, excited, or ecstatic stares, the last player of the Python squad fell on the stage.

The sound of falling down is like a drum point, in the hearts of all the audiences, it is like a signal announcing the birth of the three championship dynasties of Huaxia!

Within seconds of all the dust settling, the Forum fell and completely turned into a sea of carnival!