Trafford’s Trading Club

An ordinary person's day, hurrying away... Maybe as long as you indulge in a short video on your mobile phone, hours will pass unconsciously.

But for some people, even ten minutes is quite precious.

The meeting between Yan Xiaoxi and Bubugao only took ten minutes... For Bubugao, a new agent who had only been in his debut for more than half a year, it was already a big deal with You Rongyan.

In order to meet with Section Chief Yan, Bubugao had made preparations long ago, and even brought the box Wang Hu brought back with him.

"...In other words, it was a logistics supporter named Wang Hu who followed the prisoner all the way and brought the box back?" Yan Xiaoxi looked at Bubugao.

The resume of this newcomer is already placed on the computer screen-with his back facing Bubugao's screen.

There is nothing special, and the results of each subject are only above the pass line. It belongs to the type that can just graduate from school and can be used, but there is not much talent.

As for Wang Hu's information, it was also opened on the screen...It was a newly-built file, a hundred-year-old transformed tiger demon, and there was nothing to do with it.

Being able to track the prisoner and capture the weapon used for the attack is probably due to luck... Yan Xiaoxi failed to get any useful information from Bubugao’s description, and could not even judge, killing the uncle Hei from the non-turbine continent, sacrificing and attacking another Whether the same group of people did it in a guest house.

"Fortunately for you." Yan Xiaoxi planned to dismiss Bubugao directly in less than ten minutes...three minutes.

"It's no hard work, I just work for the administration!" Bubugao was sitting right now, but he felt embarrassedly touching his head, "In fact, the main attack this time is Wang Hu... Wang Hu everyone Man, there are capabilities, but it seems to be too wasteful to let him be a logistic supporter. Chief Yan, I heard that our bureau has special promotion channels, especially for some capable talents. I don’t know. , Can we give Wang Hu a chance?"

Yan Xiaoxi frowned, did not speak, and just looked at Bubugao.

Bubugao opened his mouth, shrank his neck in awe, and said with a dry smile: "I'm just... just curious to ask and ask."

Yan Xiaoxi looked down at the document and said calmly: "If this Wang Hu is really capable, we will not bury talents. But since Wang Hu is from a demon clan, the review will naturally be stricter. But as long as it is committed to contributing to the country, we Of course you are welcome...If nothing happens, you can go back to your post. Thank you for coming today, Agent Bu."

Bubugao nodded his head stiffly, and his brain walked out of the office in a chaotic manner...Before leaving the house, Bubugao suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, section chief, there is one more thing... Wang Huti When he came back to this box, a police officer also saw it on the spot. According to him, this weapon seemed to be made temporarily by hand, saying that some murderer might have good blasting skills."

Yan Xiaoxi raised her head and glanced at Bubugou blankly.

"I'm fine, nothing more... Excuse me, Section Chief!" Bubugao quickly opened the door and walked out, then gently closed the door.

"Blasting skills?" Yan Xiaoxi frowned at this moment... He pondered for a moment before making a call.

The phone directly reached several subordinates who were conducting the final security investigation at the summit meeting.

"Chief, what's the matter?"

"What happened to the inspection?"

"It's still going on, the section chief can rest assured, we will definitely check everything clearly."

"Extend the inspection time...especially for the inspection of explosives. If the order is passed on, an additional checkpoint will be set up at each entrance of the venue. Anything entering the venue must be inspected for explosives, even a bottle of water. A pack of cigarettes, a lipstick, no matter how subtle it is."

"I see, I will do it now."

Yan Xiaoxi put down the phone, and after a while, a subordinate walked in with a document in his hand... This document came from the [Magician Association] mission.

"Section chief, there is news." The subordinate quickly said: "This is the information that Miss Yue sent, and it is about the identity of the guys in the photo."

"The efficiency is very fast." Yan Xiaoxi chuckled lightly, "[Magicians Association] This time it sent a very good diplomat."

He took the file from his subordinates and opened it.

In addition to the information on the known Black Dragon Alduin, the information on the other people is also quite detailed, but the face of Chief Yan also gradually became less attractive, especially when I saw the last one. .

Soul Witch Gillian...Black Dragon Alduin...

Leia, granddaughter of the late Sword Saint Roland...

(Suspicious) Farrell, one of the twelve knights in the knight institution, the most fierce knight, has been imprisoned for a hundred years and is currently in prison...

"If it's really this person, I'm afraid we have caught an incredible guy." Yan Xiaoxi sighed slowly at this time: "Is the fleeting unfavorable..."

"Chief, who is this Farrell?" the subordinate asked puzzledly: "I haven't had time to understand..."

"A fierce man." Yan Xiaoxi thought for a while and said: "A guy who almost destroyed the entire knight apparatus by himself. Because of this guy, the British knight apparatus was almost removed from the top superpowers in the West. It has only recovered some vitality in the past two or thirty years. You see, the inhuman world of Eurasia basically doesn’t play with Britain, and there is a relationship between the decline of the knight’s mechanism... This Farrell was once known as the world. The strongest knight."

"The strongest knight?" The subordinate was startled and curious: "How does it compare to the paladin of the Holy See?"

Yan Xiaoxi said: "Let's put it this way. According to the secrets office's records, in the era of Farrell, all the strong men who were called knights were suppressed by him alone. Wherever Farrell appeared, the Holy See All the Paladins retreated for three quarters."

"This...so powerful?"

"Of course, it's just a side description." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "As for whether Farrell is really as powerful as the record, we have not really seen it. But..."

"But if the guy we caught is really this Farrell..."

"You can contact me about the mission of the knight's organ." Yan Xiaoxi said quickly: "I hope they will help to confirm the identity of this Farrell as soon as possible."

"I'll do it right away!"

The subordinates hurriedly left, Yan Xiaoxi took the file and looked at it again, and said in deep thought: "Now it is almost suspiciously confirmed that one of the two powerful breaths remaining in this world is this guy who is suspected of Farrell. But the other...will Is it one of these three?"

A black dragon, a granddaughter of a sword saint, is more likely from the standpoint of identity... As for the special magician profession of the spiritual witch, it is rarely seen.

While Yan Xiaoxi was meditating, his subordinates returned quickly and informed the knight agency that they had agreed to assist, and they would send someone there soon.

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Like a whirlpool, the consciousness hovered in the whirlpool...Finally, it was pulled into the dark sea, muddy and suffocated.

In the small room full of photos and newspaper clippings, Mr. Jin slowly opened his eyes... sober.

He shook his head vigorously, then tidied up some appearances, and walked out of the small house to the underground studio outside.

The workbench has stopped, and only one of the original four is sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.

"How long have I slept, Bernard?" Mr. King asked directly.

Sitting in front of the computer is a man with messy hair, full beard, western face, and therefore unknown age. He is eating a donut.

The man named Bernard turned around and said, "It's less than two hours."

"Where are they?"

"Go out." Bernard said: "Lawrence said he was going to buy some materials, because you broke his big guy. As for Maeve and Li Guo went to the venue to observe the terrain. By the way, Beibei is still watching it. Shop...a ​​donut?"

"I'm not hungry." Mr. Jin shook his head: "I also go for a walk."

Bernard nodded and said, "Go, I'll post the route map of the police patrolling nearby on your phone, you can watch it yourself."

Mr. Jin didn't say anything. After climbing out of the underground workshop, he quickly returned to the second-hand electrical shop.

Beibei, a young college-age girl who was looking at the shop here, was hanging upside down on the shelf at this time, doing abdominal exercises, sweating.

"Mr. King!"

Beibei turned over sharply.

"I'll go for a walk, and buy something to eat by the way...what do you want to eat?"

"Ice cream pudding." The girl Beibei smiled and said: "I think I can eat three!"

As she said, the girl came out with a coat and a hat, and put on Mr. Jin...covering the shocking scar on his forehead, she whispered, "Be careful."

After he put on his hat, he walked out of the street through the front door.

The sun in the afternoon was still a bit big, and Mr. Jin blocked it with his palm, but his eyes were about to open.

The temperature on the ground is completely different from the temperature in the basement. Some children become hot, there is the sound of cicadas, and the water vapor on the road even distorts the air.

Patter.

Mr. Jin opened a small bottle like chewing gum, put a small ball directly into his mouth, swallowed it, frowning, and walked alone along the street leading to the city center.

Many shops have been closed in the past few days.

Mr. Jin stopped suddenly.

I saw that on the rolling shutters of a closed commodity, I don't know when some cursing words were written in spray paint.

——Goblin to die!

Similar graffiti, in the streets and alleys, you can actually see a lot... There will even be some guys standing in public areas and speaking with loudspeakers.

Of course, they will be driven away by the patrol soon... the more serious ones will be taken away directly-that's why the police in this city are so busy.

I have initially entered the extraordinary society in just a few months, from being at a loss to the current resistance...The pain that any new era needs to experience is happening, and it is evolving towards severe pain.

Mr. Jin walked blankly past a crowd of people who were speaking, and turned into a small alley at random.

In the gloomy alley, there are a few young people who smeared their faces strangely and horribly, doing all kinds of weird poses... They are taking pictures of themselves.

It's like COS, but it's also because of some kind of worship-young people who worship extraordinary power, and even slogans willing to pay loyalty and life to gain extraordinary power.

Opposing voices can be seen everywhere, but there are many voices like this yearning... and even willing to surrender for it.

The weather... is getting hotter and hotter, and Mr. Jin only feels a burning pain on his forehead, as if being burned by fire.

"Uncle! Are you interested in us too?"

A young man with his hair dyed green, a nose ring on his nose and a self-made steel claw guard on his left hand walked in front of Mr. Jin.

"Join us! Don't listen to those guys outside... It's an extraordinary society now! Tell you, our boss is a real monster! A real monster!"

"Monster?" Mr. Jin said calmly: "Where is it?"

The green-haired young man suddenly narrowed his eyes and pointed behind him.

I saw a young man with blond hair holding a coquettish girl sitting on an iron staircase outside the house.

The blond young man was shirtless, with well-defined muscular water chestnuts, and his face was brutal... the eyes were actually dark green.

"This can be considered a monster race." Mr. Jin said calmly: "I'm afraid it's not a human, nor a monster... The real monsters are not like you, who play at home."

"Boss, this uncle came to find the fault!" The green-haired youth snorted coldly at this time.

He immediately sneered, and licked the steel claws of the self-made hand guards with his tongue, "My favorite is to teach you...supposed middle-aged people!"

The sharp steel claws slashed directly towards Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin did not dodge or hide. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the green-haired young man’s arm directly, and then twisted hard... Only a click was heard, and the green-haired young man’s arm was instantly twisted.

"My hand! My hand!!"

The green-haired young man screamed like a pig in an instant, a painful cold sweat.

Mr. Jin grabbed the green-haired young man's body in an instant, and then slammed into the wall next to him...The green-haired young man's body hit the wall, and it was another pain.

But this was not over. Mr. Jin grabbed the young man's hair and slammed his head against the wall again...The young man fell directly to the ground and lost consciousness.

The small group hiding in this alley watched this scene in horror at this time...The blond boss sitting on the stairs opened his mouth even more.

Seeing Mr. Jin waved his hand at this time, a black short stick slid out of his sleeves. The short stick bounced off instantly, and there was even the sound of electric current flickering at the end.

"You... what do you want to do!"

"Don't get me wrong." Mr. Jin walked toward everyone step by step, "I am going to beat you now, not to teach you about your relatives and friends, but just because I really want to beat you now. , That's it."

"Go...Go! Go together!"

Three under five divided by two.

Mr. Jin retracted the electric shock baton and walked out of the alley blankly... Behind him, the small groups of demons were all on the ground.

The eyes of the blonde boss were all swollen... One eye turned back to a normal black eyeball, and a cosmetic contact lens fell out on the ground.

"Humans... don't need this uncontrolled force."

Mr. Jin blocked the scorching sun with his palm again, and his eyes were still difficult to open... He felt more pain in his forehead.

Hot pain.

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In front of the anti-theft door, Nan Xiaonan was holding the key, squinting, licking her lips, bending over, and using the key in her hand, she constantly gestured towards the keyhole in front of her.

"That's wrong... Why can't it be inserted? Why is this keyhole so narrow? It's not that the narrower the better... The right size is the most comfortable! Why can't it be inserted... Is it because I think Wrong, not this door at all?"

This is the security door of Boss Luo's house.

She even wanted the Overlord to squeeze the bow, no matter what the three-seven-twenty-one, first insert it before speaking...Is it useless to be strong?

"Miss Nan, what are you doing."

"Didn't you see? I'm driving...on..." The academic witch in its sub-world raised her head subconsciously. Who else could be the future boss in front of the door?

"Boss!!"

"Oh, look, Miss Nan, you are talking nonsense again." The maid in front of the door smiled slightly: "Come in, this key can't open this door. Besides, the key that can open this door, the master is also I won't give it to you easily."

Nan Xiaonan had no choice but to smile, and took the key back with a bit of a pity... he almost inserted it in.

Although it is strong!

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PS1: Yes, it was him again. He temporarily started to flog me with evil capital power.

PS2: [People under the parasol]

PS2: (11)