Although the stimulation caused by superpower exposure is much greater than curiosity about unknown items.

But after hearing his tone, the two types of things, "forced armor" and "curse objects", seem to bring power beyond the limits of human beings? Will it be related to your superpowers?

With this exploration, Ai Liang decided to continue his conspiracy.

"I don't know what I'm talking about? Is it useful to pretend to be stupid at this time?"

The guy who claims to be a mask number three has a superior tone in his words.

If this guy goes to the magic movie to dubbing a non-human villain, he will definitely be able to match it vividly.

"If you plan to use this crazy talk or movie setting to persuade me to join your so-called organization, it's better to forget it. I'm not interested in mutual assistance composed of paranoia patients."

Ai Liang inferred his personality based on the tone he was talking, deliberately using a questioning tone.

"Haha, don't speculate on this world with your ignorance! Let me guess whether it is the short knife or the flying knife you used?"

The other party was not so stupid that he was overwhelmed by a few words of doubt. He did not reveal more information about the forced armor or spells. Instead, he speculated nonsense about the items held by Ai Liang.

"Forget it, these are not important. I'm giving you a last chance, are you willing to join us."

"Before asking, shouldn't you introduce your own organization?" Ai Liang asked back.

"You don't need to know, what you should tell you after you join will naturally tell you."

There are really enough "secrets". If their Organization and Human Resources Department is full of such people, can they really recruit employees?

"If I can't give my most basic understanding of your organization, I refuse."

"What a pity."

The man took off and closed the headset and said to his technician companion sitting in front of the computer: "Blow him up."

"Are you sure? Even if he lied, he could join the combat department with his hand-cutting skills. Isn't it a waste to kill directly?"

"I suspect he has a spell, and his skills are not worth mentioning than the spell." Mask No. 3 said lightly with his hands wrapped around his hands.

"Tsk, you are the captain, you have the final say."

The technician is a little dissatisfied with the jealousy of the masked man. I don’t know how many people died under his so-called “doubt.”

But he is the nominal captain after all, so he still has to listen to the orders he should listen to.

An electric sound suddenly came from the headset.

"Diet?"

"How could I know." The companion in front of the computer picked up the happy water and took a big mouthful of it, then burped.

"The explosives in the phone are enough to blow up an iron gate. Unless that guy can throw the phone out in the moment before the explosion, he will probably not be able to survive."

The man who claimed to be masked No. 3 didn't think so: "What if that guy got lucky and picked up a defensive spell or forced armor?"

The technician looked at the madman who was madly masturbating and spoke up to his unrealistic thoughts: "Come on, how rare are curse objects and forced armor armor? Don't you know? How could these controlled objects fall outside casually? I said No. 3, don't always daydreaming like this. Even if he really has it, we may not use it. You still have to hand it over in the end."

"Don't forget, someone snatched a batch of armor from the organization ten years ago. The name of the Throat Cut-off Maniac happened to be circulating at that time. He probably obtained one of the lost armor by chance, otherwise there would be no such coincidence in the world!"

The masked man ignored his teammate's advice and thought to himself: "Since I can use Mr. Thousand Face's mask, I will definitely use spells and colonization armor! Have you ever seen that kind of power and you are willing to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life!"

The technical mate doesn't care: "People may have real skills and their reputation is entirely achieved through their own martial arts. Who said they must borrow foreign objects? There are not many such people in the combat department."

To prove his statement, the Technologist gave an example.

"Besides, most of those things will make people turn into short-lived ghosts. I haven't lived enough yet. Instead of becoming that person or not, I would rather be a technician."

Mask No. 3 scoffed at the idea of ​​the Technician: "So what? What's the use of ordinary people's power in front of those weird monsters? It's not that you'll die if you die. A short-lived ghost is stronger than a ruthless ghost."

The technician was too lazy to argue with this obsessed guy and turned his attention to the computer screen again.

Seeing that the technician didn't speak, the masked man was a little awake: "The explosion was quite a bit disturbing. I called to warn the intelligence dealer that there was really something good that would not be taken first by him."

Having said that, Mask No. 3 actually knew in his heart that the hermit might have gained fame through his skills, but his desire to be lucky would not allow it.

What if that hermit really has a curse?

The desire for extraordinary power made the masked man unwilling to admit that the hermit had won a reputation by his own strength. He just wanted to treat the hermit as a lucky person who accidentally obtained a spell and then find an excuse to kill the body touching.

"Tsk, I understand."

The technician did not look back and looked at the computer screen to encrypt the call.

Seeing that the technician ignored his masked man, he didn't want to make things boring, so he stared at the surveillance camera in the bar and dialed Moos's number.

At this time, the masked man suddenly grinned and said, "That hermit is fine."

The phone was not dialed yet, but the masked man saw Ai Liang's figure through the bar monitor. However, the next moment, the surveillance was destroyed.

"He has nothing to do with that kind of explosion! This guy must have special items! Contact others quickly..."

When the masked man met, he actually wanted to contact the combatants sent by Mr. Qianmeng. The sensitive nerves of the technical otakus were touched. After a long time of holding back, the anger broke out completely: "Did you not wake up? We can instruct those people to move? Don't forget Mr. Qianmeng's purpose this time, we have to finish the matter that ruins him!"

What else does the masked man want to say, but it involves personal safety. As the saying goes, clay man has three points of fire, and the technical mate will no longer follow his personality.

He couldn't help but curse: "I know about cursive objects every day. If you really have the qualifications, you would have been transferred to the field office long ago? You daydreaming all day long! You and I are on the same level! You are too lazy to compete with you. This mission involves the laboratory of the Asian Union. If you mess up, I will be the first to collapse you!"

After making harsh words, the technical mate slammed the door and left the masked man alone in the room.

The technician's scolding made a glimmer of gloom in the masked man's eyes.

......

On the eve of the explosion, Ai Liang decisively threw his phone out after the communication ended.

Since the person on the other side can lock the operating interface, he will definitely observe the situation here through the mobile phone camera, so Ailiang did not use the mind power but chose the safest way.

"Hey, is it okay?"

The sudden loud noise made him a little scared. Could it be that the box was filled with a time bomb? Mus shouted toward the bar with some anxiety.

"fine."

Ai Liang walked out from behind the bar without any damage and picked up an ice hockey and smashed it off the surveillance camera.

"...I just gave you the things according to the customer's request. I really don't know what it is."

Mus stood by Ai Liang in a turbulent manner like a primary school student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher. The more honest you are, the more honest you are.

"I know, what about the camping equipment I want."

"...Are you angry?"

"I don't."

"You are angry..."

"I don't."

"You are obviously angry!" Mus shouted with a tremolo and set a distance with Ailiang.

“…If you don’t bring what I want, cut your throat.”

Moos was relieved when he heard Ai Liang's naked threat, smashed the big backpack at his feet onto the bar and said, "I'm ready!"

Ai Liang stared at Mus with strange eyes.

What is his image in his eyes? Or are people in the intelligence business who are so mean and don’t even speak harsh words?

Putting this dirty thing behind his head, Ai Liang checked it briefly, and after confirming that he was fully equipped, he raised his hand and resisted the large mountaineering bag of more than 20 kilograms on his shoulders.

After tying up the strap, Ai Liang said, "The group of people who are looking for me are quite good. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better go out and avoid the limelight in the near future."

"I'm planning so. That man is so generous that he is so terrifying that he can deal with such a person. I still understand this." Mus arranged the recent process with his mobile phone and then handed over a business card: "Here, this is the contact information of Xia Qinian. It's up to you to contact him or not."

Ailiang took the business card and put it in his pocket.

The black market is not as simple as asking an acquaintance for a mobile phone number. If you want to know someone, you can only ask someone to introduce him to him and then wait for the other party to call you.

Just like in ancient times, if you wanted to be familiar with a certain important official in the court, you had to find someone to recommend it. As for whether others see you, it depends on your mood.

Thinking about this, modern society seems to be not much different from ancient times.

Ai Liang took the motorcycle key and left the secret door of the bar, which led to the nearby underground parking lot.

The only ones who knew about this secret door were Mus and Ailiang. Most of the dust-stacked vehicles in the parking lot were prepared by Mus, in order to facilitate escape after being chased.

Ai Liang simply wiped the dust from the motorcycle and tied the mountaineering bag to the back seat and drove towards the outside of the city.

......

Two hours later, it was late at night. After leaving the city with bright lights and wine, Ailiang came to a wilderness ridge, wandering like a ghost in the mountains and forests where they could not see their fingers.

Motorcycles and mountaineering bags floated behind Ai Liang. There was no surveillance here, and there was no people. He didn't need to hide his abilities.

The reason why Ailiang chose to wear this black leather hooded trench coat to meet Moos was not to fit the image of the hermit, but to prepare for the mountain camping tonight.

There is no road in the barren mountains, and shirts and pants are easily scratched. Wearing a windbreaker is more convenient than wrapping your body with chanting power.

I have to say that the windbreaker is indeed very convenient. It can be used as a raincoat on rainy days, and there can be many weapons and knives on the inside of the clothes. Even the blood splashed during murder is easy to clean up. You just need to put the clothes in a basin and pour disinfectant and soak it for a while, and no stain will be left.

No wonder the killers in the movie like to commit crimes in windbreakers and raincoats.

The dark environment did not affect Ai Liang's sight at all, and he climbed to the top of the mountain with his luggage and equipment, and finally selected a relatively flat small open space halfway up the mountain.

Ailiang used his Nian power to dig out a circular pit with a radius of two meters to set up a tent at the bottom of the pit.

After the installation was completed, Ailiang moved the motorcycle down and laid a "roof" made of branches and leaves at the entrance of the cave. Then he thoughtfully pressed half of the hole with a huge stone, and the digging of soil and stones accumulated around him.

Ailiang has no artistic bacteria. The mound looks like a lonely grave from a distance, but he doesn't care about such trivial matters. It is dozens of kilometers away from the nearest town, and no one can see it anyway.

Even campers would not choose such a barren mountain that doesn't even have a road.

As for why you have to put a tent underground, the reason is actually very simple.

The mountains are deserted and there are a bunch of wild animals. Ai Liang didn't want to sleep for a few days and woke up and found that his clothes torn into cloth strips were covered with fishy saliva or animals such as bears, blind wild wolves, and sleeping in a tent.

Ai Liang got into the tent and zipped up the tent to seal it. Anyway, his body didn't need to breathe, which could prevent some insects from coming in.
Chapter completed!