"Uncle, which unit do you belong to and what is your position?"

As soon as Zhao Jiuzhou walked out of the conference room, the white light on his body immediately ignited again. Although it was strange why he could use it a second time when "very skills can only be used once a day", Zhao Jiuzhou never

Let’s delve deeper into the reasons for this good physical phenomenon. As long as the riding is good, why bother asking so many questions?

Seeing Zhao Jiuzhou's spiritual power erupting again, General Han was a little surprised, but he remained calm and said as he walked: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you don't have to be so nervous. I am the assistant to the director of the Operations Department of the Baiyin Army Headquarters at the Garrison Hall under the Silver Alliance.

, my name is Han Keyong. If you can't even trust us now, there will be no power left in the world that you can rely on.

We are not only here to help you, but also to protect you. The order I received is very simple, just to ensure that you can smoothly report to the Wusundun border in the northwest. Before you set off, our Silver Army will ensure your absolute safety

Safety."

"Do I need your help?" Zhao Jiuzhou said disdainfully, "Am I better than each of you?"

"Yes." Han Keyong walked out of the small building.

Not far in front of the small building, an armed helicopter had parked. Two teams of soldiers stood guard in front of the helicopter with loaded guns and ammunition. As soon as Han Keyong and Zhao Jiuzhou came down, several soldiers immediately trotted forward in a smart manner.

They were surrounded by two people from a distance. Han Keyong kept talking and replied to Zhao Jiuzhou: "You are right, you are very powerful. But one person's power is limited after all.

You can't always keep yourself in a fighting state. You will always be tired and hungry. Sooner or later, you need to rest, sleep, and eat to replenish your physical strength and energy. Or to put it more vulgarly, even if you can go without eating or drinking for a period of time

, but you always need to poop and pee, these things may cause you to be distracted. You can't dodge bullets every second. Right?"

Zhao Jiuzhou frowned when he heard Han Keyong say such vulgar words.

So special...it makes sense!

Can communicate!

"Demon hunters are also made of meat. You can withstand the most powerful monsters in the world, and you can be stronger than the strongest demon hunters in the world. But one day, if someone wants to kill you, they will still use just one

Conventional bullets - without any psychic fluctuations, no matter how powerful your inspiration is, you won't be able to detect it. Then, when you are not paying attention, a cold shot will be fired at your back, and your life will be gone. Right?

"

"Um...right." Zhao Jiuzhou followed Han Keyong all the way to the helicopter, "But I still have a question."

"What's the problem?" Hank stopped in front of the plane.

Zhao Jiuzhou said: "What good will it do to you to keep me?"

Han Keyong said: "Because you are a top mystic master, the Silver Army needs you."

"Do you recognize mystical masters?" Zhao Jiuzhou couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Han Keyong said calmly: "I have never denied it."

"So...there is a need for mystical masters within the Silver Army?"

"Yes." Han Keyong admitted frankly, "We need you people to prepare for some emergencies."

Zhao Jiuzhou blurted out and asked: "The cursed spirit body?"

"Maybe." Han Keyong said, "But I still hope that you people would be better off not to come in handy."

"But in today's society..."

"That has nothing to do with us." Han Keyong said, "We are soldiers, and our mission is not to leave any chance to the enemy, even a theoretical chance. What the society thinks has nothing to do with us. We only care

When problems arise, can we solve them? We won’t leave anything to chance, and we won’t engage in any boring conceptual debates.”

It was the first time that Zhao Jiuzhou heard their attitude towards the mystic master from Han Keyong's height.

Unexpectedly, the difference between the attitudes towards mysticism masters in the Silver League and in society is so huge.

"Can you leave?" Han Keyong urged.

Zhao Jiuzhou came back to his senses and nodded quickly, "Yes."

Follow Han Keyong and board the helicopter...

…

"Dad, do you really want to marry Yifei to that bitch?"

In the conference room of the small building in the camp, Liu Ziqing asked Liu Yunfei emotionally.

Liu Yunfei had a sullen face, looked at his still childish son in front of him, and let out a long sigh.

At this time, Qi Hao walked in from the door again, walked quickly to Liu Yunfei, and whispered a few words in his ear. Liu Yunfei nodded, stood up and said to Liu Ziqing: "You are off work tonight, go home early. Continue

My heart is gone."

Liu Yifei's slightly chubby father has a calm personality, but in fact he has little initiative. Although he had ten thousand thoughts in his mind at this time, Liu Jixin followed him immediately as soon as Liu Yunfei opened his mouth.

But before leaving, he glanced at Liu Yahong, his unfulfilled daughter, with something in his eyes.

Liu Yahong was so frightened that she didn't even dare to hum. If she didn't cry, it would be considered good.

"Everyone, I've wasted everyone's time. This matter has been taken over by the Silver Army. Let's finish the meeting early and get off work early. It's getting dark, and it's not safe in the restricted area."

After walking out of the conference room, Liu Yunfei said a few words to a group of people waiting outside the room and went straight downstairs.

A group of people stood there and watched Liu Yunfei, the leader, go away. Mo Huairen took the lead and walked back to the conference room. The meeting just now was not over yet. Zhao Jiuzhou must at least come up with an explanation for what happened this time.

Was it an accident or something else?

We must give an explanation to our superiors, the people, and the global alliances.

"There's no time for chaos, but it's the World Cup!"

The chief helmsman of Blackwater was cursing, and the door of the conference room was slammed shut.

…

After a while, from another room, Wei Guanshan slowly walked out with heavy steps.

He turned his head and glanced at the closed room next door. Luo Beikong's post-war review was not over yet.

He stood still and looked at it for a few seconds, then turned around and walked away quickly as if he suddenly made up his mind.

On the second floor of the small building, Brother Cemetery, Pan Anda, Wei Mianzi and others were also finishing their inquiries and walking out of the room.

Seeing Wei Guanshan leaving in a hurry, Brother Fendi and Pan Anda looked at each other, as if they were hiding something in their hearts, and they quickly parted ways without saying anything.

Pan Anda took Wei Mianzi and others, got directly into his off-road vehicle, and roared away.

Brother Cemetery lowered his head and walked towards the exit of the camp.

His mind was still filled with thoughts of what he had been warned just now.

Regarding the identity of Master Zhao Jiuzhou, we must not talk nonsense anymore.

Otherwise, his job as a live broadcaster might be ruined.

But if he doesn't say it, he can't keep pretending to be deaf and dumb.

There are so many viewers, but they all see it...

Alas, the people of the Silver Army are really cruel and unreasonable.

Not allowed to tell the truth, but not allowed to stop talking...

Then... doesn't it mean he can only tell lies?

But how should we make up such nonsense?

Brother Cemetery is so worried...

"How to make it up?" In the conference room upstairs, Mo Huairen sneered, "Is there any difficulty in this? I think it's very simple! If the occultist can't mention it, then don't mention it! If the magician can't say it, then don't mention it!

Don’t say it! To put it another way, a fifth-level resentful spirit body is the boss, right?”

"Hall Master Mo, in this world, there are only level four resentful spirits at most..." Liu Ziqing forced himself to say a few words.

Mo Huairen looked over with a cold look, "Deacon Liu, all concepts are created by people, and the meaning of all concepts is also given by people. There were no fifth-level resentful spirits before, that's because we didn't need them. But now,

If we need it, then if we say it exists, it can exist. Is there anything we can’t understand about such a simple truth?”

Liu Ziqing was already furious, but when Mo Huairen said this, she suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore.

However, several people in the conference room all agreed with Mo Huairen's words.

"Okay! I totally agree!"

The deputy chief rudder of the Heishan chief rudder, Liu Ziqing’s immediate boss, was the first to jump out to support Mo Huairen. Then the chief rudder of the Blackwater chief rudder, the deputy helmsman of the Blackhuling sub-rudder, and the deputy chief rudder of the City Defense Department

The deacons immediately followed suit.

"I can also lift well, there is nothing wrong with me at all."

"Congratulations, Hall Master Mo!"

"What about the identity of the mystic master?"

Seeing this atmosphere, Liu Ziqing couldn't help but feel dizzy for a moment.

I'm so angry, my blood pressure can't go down...

…

"What mystical master?" Pan Anda, who was driving on the off-road vehicle, calmly dealt with Wei Mianzi and the others.

Wei Mianzi was obviously very curious and kept asking: "Zhao Jiuzhou! Is he really a magician?"

Pan Anda was silent for two seconds and said, "He is a demon hunter."

"I know! But..." Wei Mianzi gestured excitedly, "Captain, can it be true?"

"What's true? Anyway, the task is completed. Isn't that enough for you to be happy?" Pan Anda said, "You can go out for half a day and earn five hundred yuan each. Don't you want to think about where to go to play at night?"

"Go to Qianshen!" Another person walking with me shouted immediately.

"It's okay to go to Bichi!" The conversation in the car quickly went sideways.

Compared with Zhao Jiuzhou's situation, it is obvious that everyone's income is more substantial and everyone's own life is more important.

"Huh..." Pan Anda listened to the laughter in the car and exhaled slightly.

In fact, he didn't know how the above would handle this matter this time.

But presumably, whether inside or outside the alliance, the whole world's attitude towards mystical masters should be the same now.

Deny it.

It is best to deny it, as it will not cause social division, and only then can the world be at peace.

As for whether it is, whether there is...

Pan Anda thought to himself, it would be fine if we knew it ourselves.

What is true cannot be false, and what is false cannot be true.

One day, reality will give the answer.

Buzz buzz! Buzz buzz!

Brother Cemetery was walking with his head down. The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. Then he stared at the number and waited for more than a minute without answering, but the other party still did not hang up. He

Then the call button was pressed.

"Hello, are you Mr. Wu Heming?"

"Yeah." Cemetery Brother responded.

The young girl's voice on the other end immediately said quickly: "Hello, Mr. Wu. I am Southeast Prefecture Video Live Broadcast Co., Ltd., and we would like to invite you to come and develop with us, with a guaranteed monthly salary and a full set of benefits, in all aspects

The treatment is better than that in the Shejizhou system..."

Wu Heming was stunned when he heard this.

"Mr. Wu? Mr. Wu? Are you listening?"

"Ah...ah!" Wu Heming reacted, "Do you want to talk to me about that matter?"

"Which thing?"

"Zhao Jiuzhou..." Wu Heming shrank his neck, looked around nervously, and whispered, "Xuanshu..."

"Haha, no, no, it's not because of this. We have been observing you for a while, and we just feel that you are very suitable for our platform. We have no other intentions."

"The monthly salary..."

"Guaranteed 10,000."

"Hiss...!" Wu Heming suddenly took a breath of air.

"Mr. Wu?"

"I'll do it!"

…

"Master, he agreed." In the large private room of Wanhao Residence, Xu Zhen quickly received a reply.

But Uncle Wen felt strange and asked in confusion: "Master, are we robbing the Sun family's business?"

"Forget it." Xu Zhen smiled, "But what can he do to me?"

Uncle Wen: "Uh..."

Xu Zhen was very calm.

Southeast State has never been deeply involved in the struggle for supreme power of the Silver Alliance in the past two hundred years. Anxin is only a money printing machine, supporting half of the Silver Alliance's finances. Therefore, even if it occasionally does something out of the ordinary, the Presbyterian Council under the Silver Alliance

, the most they could do was to force them to drink three drinks as a penalty, and they didn’t dare to take any serious action, let alone the Sun family, which even Sheji Prefecture couldn’t control.

Speaking of the matter at hand, Xu Zhen wants to bring Wu Heming back, naturally for the sake of traffic. Of course he knows that the word "mysticism" is gradually becoming a sensitive word that is boycotted by all alliance controllers around the world, but purely out of

As long as the Xu family insists on the idea of ​​​​business, and he has no idea of ​​​​confronting everyone, and just engages in some "occult arts" as a side topic, then what will happen?

And don’t forget, no matter how wrong the current situation of the Silver League is, it can’t change the fact that the Silver League “established a mystical alliance” two hundred years ago. Even Marci himself was a well-known mystical master when he was young, and he actually said

Can't say anything anymore?

Even if there are some small groups that have sold their butts to the Golden Alliance, even if they can really rise to power in the future, in the end, they still have to rely on the financial resources of Southeast State?

So, who is the real boss of Silver League?

Marci and the others have their own answers.

Many other confused people may have other answers.

But in Xu Zhen's heart, his answer was different from others.

Alliance power, clan power, financial power...

From its inception to the present, the Silver Award Alliance, which has developed for more than two hundred years, is no longer the pure alliance it was two hundred years ago, for the safety of every ordinary person, full of selfless dedication and sacrifice.

In the past two hundred years, too many people have owned their own world, and too many people have formed their own interest relationships. And each interest group naturally has to strive for more for "their own people"

benefits.

Collisions and frictions between groups are inevitable.

Therefore, the reason why the current Silver Alliance assembled car can still run so fast on the highway is not so much the driver's awesome driving skills, but rather the inertia of history, which pushes everyone towards the same goal.

Run in one direction.

The pressure from monsters, the pressure from the Golden Alliance, and the pressure from within itself have all turned into external assistance for the Silver Alliance to unite. Therefore, the big families who have the power to control the steering wheel of the Silver Alliance's assembly car, whether it is

Whether it is the Sun family, the Liu family, the Ma family in Sheji Prefecture, or the Xu family in Southeast Prefecture, small conflicts occur almost every day, but if you insist on killing someone, you must kill someone... This kind of self-control does not exist.

Self-destructive behavior that damages your vitality will only cause damage to everyone.

There are dozens of large and small "honored" families in the Silver Alliance. Although everyone has their own priorities, their brains are still very clear - if anyone's brain follows their butt too far, they will naturally

He was expelled from the decision-making power.

So Xu Zhen took advantage of the chaos in Sheji Prefecture to do something big, but that really didn't count.

This is the ultimate meaning of "one's own people".

"Call the Economic Management Office and ask how this matter is not illegal." Xu Zhen, who was testing the legal edges of the Silver Alliance every day, naturally gave Uncle Wen the task.

Uncle Wen was also familiar with the road, so he immediately turned around and called to ask.

After a while, he got the answer and reported to Xu Zhen: "The Economic Management Hall said, don't say it explicitly, just work on your skills. But just now, the Presbyterian Council of the League issued a document, requesting that the influence of this matter be weakened...

…”

"It's okay." Xu Zhen didn't care. "Just deconstruct it for entertainment. That Nine Heavens Star Fist is quite interesting. It can be used to make some peripherals. What else..." He casually said

He took Zhao Jiuzhou's information and flipped through it twice. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Spurring monsters with a whistle?! Isn't this just entertaining?"

…

"I have no skills."

"Really not?"

"Really, lying will kill the whole family."

"As far as I know, you are an orphan..."

On the helicopter, Han Keyong was asking Zhao Jiuzhou some basic questions.

But Zhao Jiuzhou was not cooperative and even less honest.

Han Keyong had no choice but to put down his pen and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter, we have your latest information from the past few days. I remember your skill is called killing monsters with a whistle, right?"

"What nonsense? That's a stain on my life that they forced on me in order to cover up my identity as a mystical magician!"

"I think it's pretty good." Han Keyong said, "And there are many more embarrassing skills than yours, so yours is nothing."

"Oh?" Zhao Jiuzhou couldn't help but be curious, "Do you have the ability to eat shit and become stronger?"

Han Ke looked at Zhao Jiuzhou and replied in a serious tone: "Yes, and there is more than one."

"..."

Zhao Jiuzhou fell silent for a moment, and the white light on his body also receded.

After several experiments, he was finally able to confirm that his spiritual power could be turned on and off as he wished without any restrictions, and the on-time seemed to be infinite.

So it seems that he obviously misunderstood the words he saw in that white space before.

Thinking about it carefully, could it be that the skill to enter that space is only available once a day?

But now Zhao Jiuzhou didn't want to try it in front of Han Keyong, so he calmly held back and changed the subject: "What should I do next?"

"Have a physical examination, re-enter some psychic data, enroll in the military, and recreate your personal file." Han Keyong did not want to go further on the topic of bowel movements, and explained to Zhao Jiuzhou calmly, "It will take some time to go to the northwest.

Next, we will give you two to three days' leave to deal with all the matters related to the helmsmanship in Heihuling. You will not be able to return to the community in the future. After you join the military, we will assign you a new residence and make arrangements.

New position..."

"Oh..." Zhao Jiuzhou nodded.

Han Keyong suddenly said again: "By the way, you just showed your personal property during the live broadcast, including 200,000 yuan, which belongs to property from unknown sources. Do you have anything to explain?"

Zhao Jiuzhou's expression changed instantly.

Han Keyong smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you guilty of being a thief?"

Zhao Jiuzhou's Adam's apple twitched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Look, just for this reason, if we don't protect you, you will be sentenced." Han Keyong said.

Zhao Jiuzhou blurted out: "Then I can join the Golden Alliance!"

A fierce light flashed in Han Keyong's eyes for a moment, but he immediately calmed down: "Golden Alliance, I don't like to see someone like you even more. Not only is it a mystical magician, but you also illegally defected. Do you think that if you go to the Golden Alliance, your life will be different?"

Will it be better? I think the queue for people who want to kill can be several kilometers long. The Golden Alliance will definitely like your head."

Zhao Jiuzhou was a little flustered by Han Keyong's words.

Seeing that Zhao Jiuzhou was finally honest, Han Keyong said slowly: "We will confiscate your 200,000 yuan from you first..."

"Hey! Stop it!" Zhao Jiuzhou shouted hurriedly, "I sold the gift that failed the list! I sold a phantom beast egg!"

"Sold the phantom beast eggs?" Han Keyong was speechless, "Have they been authenticated?"

"No……"

Han Keyong became increasingly speechless, "Don't you know that unidentified phantom beast eggs are military supplies?"

Zhao Jiuzhou shouted: "Damn, so many people are selling..."

"Stop talking." Han Keyong waved his hand, "Your two hundred thousand is illegal income and has been confiscated."

"What the hell..."

"Shut up." Hank pulled his face, "Then you haven't hatched your own concentric phantom beast yet, right?"

"No."

"I'll find a good one for you later, and you can just treat it as your own money."

Zhao Jiuzhou couldn't refute and sighed softly.

The moment I sighed, I suddenly felt a little pain in my chest again.

He casually reached into the combat uniform that he had never taken off and touched a wet pile.

When I took out my hand and looked at it, I saw that it was full of blood.

"Holy shit!" Zhao Jiuzhou exclaimed.

Seeing this, Han Keyong hurriedly threw down the pen and paper in his hand and helped Zhao Jiuzhou take off his combat uniform.

On the combat uniform, a deep scratch is visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Jiuzhou's chest was blood red.

When the two people saw this, they reacted at the same time: "That monster!"

——The moment he punched the monster just now, before the monster dissipated, his claws just grabbed Zhao Jiuzhou’s chest.

"It should be that your psychic power exploded and helped you seal the wound." Hank said in a deep voice, "It seems that you are not that invincible when fighting monsters. This thing can kill you.
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