Dongzhou, midnight, Beicheng District of an industrial city in the west.
Compared with the bright lights in other urban areas, the area here is already bleak.
A big turtle is slowly crawling in the underground pipe, accompanied by a mechanical mouse.
That's right, the turtle is Lao Zhao, and the mechanical mouse is Fan Ling, an expert named Fan who just joined the Tianxing Club.
Originally, Mr. Zhao wanted to hold a grand joining ceremony, but Fan Ling asked to help him complete the tasks assigned by the Inspection Department first. Otherwise, the ceremony would not be happy.
Lao Zhao knew in his heart that the other party wanted to see how good he was.
If you can't solve the other party's task, then don't even mention joining.
In order to show his importance, he took action himself.
However, the opponent is really good at paddling. It doesn't matter if people don't follow him. He doesn't even send out a single puppet. Instead, he sends out a special-grade military reconnaissance rat that costs only 3 million yuan.
He knew that the other party had a puppet, an eagle, but the other party said that it was difficult for the eagle to enter the underground pipes, so he bought a remote-controlled mouse and followed it.
This made him feel that he couldn't recruit anyone in the future. He had to recruit someone like Lao Wu who was honest and willing to work, rather than such an old scumbag.
It is indeed a horse bone.
He comforted himself in his mind and took his time. After all, the other party was a xenogeneic expert, and it was easier than ever to improve his strength. It should still be possible to do some side work in the future.
"Mr. Zhao, it's been a day since the investigation. Have you found anything?" The mechanical mouse turned around and asked, and Fan Ling's voice came from its eyes with green light.
"Well, I made some discoveries. I sensed the aura of a disaster lord, but its real body shouldn't be here. There are some things it set up here. It seems that as long as these things are eliminated, the power outage problem can be solved." Wugui.
Without looking back, he answered directly.
"Mr. Zhao is Mr. Zhao. He is a mutant who can be the boss after all. He discovered the truth so quickly, unlike me, who investigated back and forth several times but found nothing." Fan Ling said with sincere admiration.
If you just use this mechanical mouse every time, you won't be able to find any trace even if you investigate a hundred times.
Mr. Zhao thought angrily.
There is no comparison, no advantages or disadvantages. Compared with this Fan Ling, Wang Cuiyan, Wu Liansong, Wen Rensheng and even Wei Yiqing, who plays games at work every day, are several times better than him.
The above rankings are sorted by work diligence.
It seems that the Xiaoyao faction in the company is about to add another person.
However, this guy looked serious and capable on the surface, but he was overly worried that the company would close down, and actually made the mistake of not understanding people.
Alas, this is like a wise man who has a thousand donkeys, but one of them will fail. It means that a wise man in ancient times had a thousand donkeys, and no matter how smart he was, he couldn't take care of them.
Then the turtle crawled to a corner and saw a shining yellow light lying on a cable.
The turtle stretched out its head and exhaled a puff of mist to eliminate the yellow light.
However, not long after, the yellow light appeared again.
Wugui shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't seem to work. It's just to eliminate the interference, but if we can't solve the root cause, what we do is just in vain."
"Then what should we do? The Disaster Lord is said to be a master-level mutant who is proficient in combat. There is nothing he can do, and he may even be at risk of death. It seems that he can only submit it to the Inspectorate and let them find a way to deal with it." The mechanical mouse said worriedly. "It's useless. If you submit it, they will only temporarily block the matter. The matter is still on your head." Wugui shook his head.
"What can I do? If I don't make it through life and death, I will be forced to join the Inspection Department and be cannon fodder," Fan Ling said in a shocked tone.
I really have no awareness. It is such an honor to join the Inspectorate. Most people who want to join do not have this way, but they are called cannon fodder. The aliens should be removed and handed over to more aware people - for example, I heard that two
Alien species are dual-core and can practice faster.
Mr. Zhao has a deeper opinion of Fan Ling.
"Don't worry, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in our company. It may seem troublesome, but it's actually not difficult." Mr. Zhao's tone revealed strong confidence.
"Then it's my fault, Mr. Zhao. As long as this matter is resolved, I will do my best for the company in the future and do my best." Fan Ling said sincerely.
If you replace this mechanical mouse first, I can still trust you.
Mr. Zhao slandered.
Then the turtle and the mouse climbed out of the underground pipe, got into a car, and left the city where the power was cut off.
After leaving, the turtle took out a phone from the shell and started making calls.
The mechanical mouse on the side secretly cursed.
After working on it for a long time, don’t you still have to rely on Teacher Wenren in the end?
What should you pretend to be in front of me?
But why did a person as powerful as Master Wenren succumb to this old turtle? Could it be that he was just used as a puppet?
It must be like this. If an invincible opponent appears, you can use it to support the teacher. The teacher is the teacher. The wise does not lie in the age. Sure enough, he is far-sighted and far-sighted. It is not comparable to me who can only see the happy and unbeatable Sanren in front of me.
As Fan Ling expected, Wugui's call was indeed to Wen Rensheng.
Wen Rensheng, who was practicing several new skills, received the call. After listening for a while, he replied:
"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I want to think of a way to determine the real location of the other party first. But I feel that the other party's purpose is not just to black out the power."
"Yes, I think so too. The mastermind behind the scenes must have far-reaching plans." Mr. Zhao said.
"Take one step and take a look." Wen Rensheng said this and then hung up the phone.
Liu Jian can find the identity of the disaster lord, but Wen Rensheng naturally no longer needs him to do such a thing.
After all, he still has four in hand.
So his mind sank into the abyss cell. At this time, the four disasters were sleeping again.
This is a good way to pass the time.
Anyway, they seem to have no concept of lifespan, just like rocks, so there is no need to worry about wasting time.
"A mission is now released to find the true identity of a disaster lord. The reward is half a day of free time."
"I'll take it," the white rat said immediately, the most alert, but stopped mid-sentence.
Because the table tennis also woke up: "I'll pick it up."
"What's going on? The students of this year are not good enough. They don't even have the tradition of respecting their elders." Silver Marble refused to give in.
Wen Rensheng could tell that the silver marble was probably the most powerful. Although it was smaller than the ping pong ball, it was silver and the latter was just white, so the quality was different.
"The seniors should invite me first," Ping Pong said sarcastically.
Wen Rensheng doesn't care about their internal strife. In practice, this is more conducive to his management. If they really unite as one, he won't be able to sleep well.
Then he explained the specific situation.
"We also need some markers from the real world. It would be very time-consuming to exhaustively search only for this information." Silver Marble made his request.
Of course Wen Rensheng forwarded the request to Lao Zhao and the other two.
Lao Zhao had no choice but to control the turtle puppet and go back to look for it. That ball of yellow light should be a symbol of reality.
