Zhao Jun's excited heart suddenly cooled down: "That requires two tasks. I can't control the mecha and sing at the same time." When he talked about singing, Zhao Jun's face suddenly fell. He really couldn't understand it. He This old man was tone-deaf and howled at the top of his lungs. He was completely embarrassed.

"Why do you have to sing? Is there a rule that the most beautiful sounds must be conveyed through singing? Ordinary speaking can't do it?" Ling Lan asked again.

"Speak?" Zhao Jun's spirit perked up again.

"Yes, you just need to keep talking, don't think about anything, just say whatever you want, and then let your talent be conveyed in your words, that's all." Ling Lan suggested.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that." Ling Lan's reminder made Zhao Jun finally wake up. He found a path that suited him, allowing him to become a terrifying killing machine on the battlefield in the future, making all major enemy countries fearful. Incomparable, he even got the title of "The God of Death".

"Of course, you have to figure it out by yourself. After all, the talent is your own." At this time, Ling Lan did not expect that an unintentional exchange today would allow Zhao Jun to break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly, and eventually become a butterfly on the battlefield. God of death.

"Got it, boss!" Zhao Jun said excitedly. He quietly changed his title. This meant that he regarded Ling Lan as his real boss, instead of the official title of "Boss Lan".

The two seemed to have been communicating for a while, but because they were in the sea of ​​consciousness, in the eyes of Qi Long and others, Boss Lan and Zhao Jun were only silent for a few seconds, and then they heard Zhao Jun closing his eyes and starting to sing in a low voice. Come.

Zhao Jun had never tried to express his talent through speaking, so Ling Lan let him do it in his own way.

Not one line of the song was in tune, which made Qi Long and others feel a little restless. They subconsciously expelled this irritability, the sound gradually disappeared, the whole person became empty, and their thinking and reaction began to slow down. Suddenly, their heads were stung. After a while, the whole person woke up. It turned out that Ling Lan saw that they were also affected, so he used mental shock to wake them up.

Zhao Jun has almost never used his natural ability. He has not yet learned to control it freely, which makes his Mi Mi Sound unable to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, creating a mass killing existence.

Ling Lan carefully used her mental power. Through her mental power, the energy of Mi Mi Sound expanded in a direction and range, covering almost the entire central location.

The mecha, which was searching back and forth from time to time, suddenly slowed down its movements. Finally, it kept moving in one direction and never moved again.

"This is a good opportunity." Ling Lan was already good at multi-tasking. When she saw this, she waved her hand to signal the team members to take action. She was the first to grab Zhao Jun, and rushed out from behind the bushes. Several of them landed on the ground. He ducked into a tent.

Qi Long and others followed and rushed in. Everyone was lucky. The tent Ling Lan chose was a tent for storing supplies. There was only one person in charge of distributing supplies. At this time, because of Zhao Jun's ability, he was leaning against the tent with his eyes closed. Side of a box.

Ling Lan shot a micro anesthesia needle away, directly anesthetizing the opponent into coma. Since discovering the cruelty and convenience of micro anesthesia needles, everyone in Linglan's team has enough in their bags. In addition, Li Shiyu is very good at making anesthesia needles. Obsession, in short, this kind of weapon will never be out of stock.

Of course, Ling Lan chose this tent intentionally. There were nearly a dozen tents here, but there was only one person in this tent, and there were countless boxes inside, some of which were hiding places.

At this time, Zhao Jun took a deep breath. Singing was really a torture. In order to achieve the best effect, he just held his breath and sang it in one breath.

As soon as Zhao Jun's singing stopped, the mecha masters outside seemed to wake up. They continued their original actions. Because Ling Lan and others were very fast and only had a few seconds, they ignored this time delay.

At this time, a group of people happened to be walking towards the tent. Hearing the noise, Ling Lan gestured. Among the six people, the one closest in stature to the person in charge of material distribution was Xie Yi, and he quickly took off the person's coat. , put it on. While the others all ducked to the back, Qi Long, holding the person in charge whose coat was taken off, ducked behind a box in a corner and hid.

A few seconds later, the curtain at the entrance of the tent was lifted, and seven or eight people came in at once. One of them muttered: "It's so unpredictable today. It was so hot just now, and now it's so cold that I can't bear it."

"It's already the third day, and you haven't adapted yet?" a companion next to me asked in surprise.

"You know, I come from the Burning Star. I can survive no matter how hot it is, but when it gets cold, my body will naturally reject it." The man said with a bitter smile.

"That's true. In fact, if you had told me earlier, you would have just stayed in the rest area and not come out. In fact, only the few of us can get those supplies." The companion said with great concern.

"It's okay. The more you don't move, the colder it gets. It's better to move a little, it will feel much better." The man said nonchalantly.

At this time, Xie Yi lowered his head and leaned against a box, as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

When the leader saw this, he was extremely dissatisfied and said: "Zhou Jiyun, after finding connections to get such an easy job, he still wants to be lazy."

A person next to him said with a hint of sourness: "Who knows that he is a member of the Baihang Zhou family, a first-class aristocratic family, and the head of the group must give him some thin noodles no matter what."

His words made several other people show envy and jealousy in their eyes. The Second Men's Military Academy has an agreement with two first-class families. Although the Second Men's Military Academy will be supplemented with a lot of combat power, the privileges are also ubiquitous.

The leader suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, walked forward, leaned down and pushed Xie Yi's shoulder with his hand, shouting: "Zhou Jiyun, wake up." Not all members of the Zhou family are outstanding, such as the person in front of him. , even if he is so crippled that he can't be crippled, he is so close to me, and he can still sleep peacefully without waking up. He is really slow.

As soon as this thought passed through his mind, he felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, a slight sting on his head and neck, and he instantly fell into coma.

Xie Yi put his right hand on the man's chest to prevent him from falling, and with his left hand, he made a dissatisfied look and violently waved away the other person's hand pushing his shoulder, muttering: "Who is it?"

The next few people didn't feel anything was wrong at all. At this time, Xie Yi suddenly grabbed the opponent's shoulders and said through gritted teeth: "It's you again!" Then he turned over and pushed the opponent to the ground, raising his right hand and preparing to hit him.

Because Xie Yi blocked the sight of the people behind them, they did not notice that their companion was unconscious. When they saw Xie Yi was about to hit him, they quickly stepped forward to stop him...

Their attention was attracted to Xie Yi. Upon seeing this, the five people from Ling Lan who were hiding in several other places each fired a micro anesthetic needle. Ling Lan fired three in a row, instantly killing these people. Put down.

Seeing his teammates knocking all those people down, Xie Yi stood up. Ling Lan made a gesture to change clothes, and the team members immediately looked for the most suitable clothes according to their body shapes.

Everyone quickly changed into a pair. Although Ling Lan was on the thin side, even if she chose a thin and small dress, it was still a little baggy. However, Ling Lan didn't feel inappropriate because there was another one that was even more inappropriate. Existingly, Luo Lang's outfit was the most ill-fitting, which made him look embarrassed and bullied, which made people laugh and cry.

Ling Lan was very helpless. She didn't know whether to be grateful for Luo Lang's existence or to hate his existence. While helping her cover up, he also always reminded her that she really didn't have much of a girl's softness.

In the end, everyone decided to let Luo Lang walk among them, so as not to let anyone find out what was wrong with his clothes. Everyone grabbed something casually inside and walked to other tents carelessly, talking to each other comfortably. This extremely natural scene made the mecha masters monitoring the entire scene just glance at it casually, and then turn their attention to other places the next second.

The mecha masters never expected that someone would successfully lurk in under their multi-directional surveillance, nor did they expect that these people would be so bold and openly change things under their noses.

Ling Lan used her mental power to explore every tent she passed. After discovering that it was not the tent where the transmitter was placed, she turned to other tents as if nothing had happened. She continued walking all the way and finally found the target. Ling Lan was extremely happy. She just led her team to the other tents. Walking towards that place, before they got close, suddenly the curtain of a nearby tent suddenly opened. Someone poked his head out, saw their backs, and shouted loudly: "Why are you going to the captain's room? We are waiting for you to get the ingredients." Come over and cook something."

Ling Lan's lowered hand gently probed, and a micro anesthetic was quietly shot out. Qi Long, who was at the back of the formation, flew to the door in a tacit understanding, and just in time to hug the opponent's fallen body, he shouted in a low voice: "What are you shouting for?" , there is a new situation over there with the supplies. I want to go over quietly and report it for fear of leaking it. If you want to know, come with us..."

"...It's not that Zhou Jiyun..." Qi Long deliberately lowered his voice and clearly revealed this point in his murmurs. Listening to the conversation of those people in the supplies department just now, it seems that Zhou Jiyun is very unpopular in the team. welcome.

Sure enough, other people in the tent originally heard the shout of the man at the door and looked over in surprise. Now after hearing Qi Long's vague words, they understood clearly that Zhou Jiyun had probably offended someone again, but there was someone before. They were still willing to endure it, but now that the group leader is gone, without the group leader's suppression, some people don't want to endure it anymore.

These people immediately withdrew their eyes, but their ears were raised very high, trying to hear clearly the conversation between Qi Long and the others, and to know how they wanted to take revenge on Zhou Jiyun.

When everyone shifted their attention, Qi Long took the man out of the door and casually lowered the curtain to block the view inside. (To be continued...)
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