When the contact war just started...

Snow City, auction house, VIP room,.

No matter which country it is in, the VIP rooms of auction houses are all magnificently decorated, and the Snow City Auction House, which is a major money-drawing center, is even better. There is a soul fire crystal lamp with adjustable brightness on the top of the sales room. At this time

The light is quite dark in order to conceal the figure, appearance and other characteristics of the distinguished guests. In addition, a special bowl that can only be seen from the inside out makes it even more foolproof. Therefore, high-profile guests are willing to sit in the VIP room to avoid thieves. At this time,

, Sam Montgomery was lying on the leather sofa, because the sofa was too soft, and his whole body was about to sink in. His eyelids were half-closed, like a dead pig. When the auctioneer announced a new product, he always

He would open his eyelids and hold up the sign if he was interested. If he was not interested, he would continue to lie down.

After getting a job from Brian, Sam hurriedly came to Snow City to take up the post. Although the official position of body procurement was too small and could not fully utilize his talents, in order to win everyone's recognition, he still

He gritted his teeth and accepted it. Of course, after he arrived, he also discovered something strange: no one was selling corpses at all! There was not even a corpse transport ship, so what was the use of him purchasing corpses?

Therefore, he spent more time at the auction house. He carefully searched for various props suitable for the King of the Undead, and presented them to His Majesty when His Majesty returned to court to please His Majesty. In his opinion, knowing how to guess the King's will is considered a skill.

With this kind of talent, as long as you can beat the horses well, you will have real power sooner or later; not to mention that your Majesty also has the identity of an adventurer and is much easier to talk to than the traditional King of the Undead. Flattery can work! With this fighting spirit, it is okay for him to

I found a few good things, and of course I spent a lot of money.

Just when Sam was interested in a piece of exquisite jewelry, a subordinate gently opened the door and came in, bowing and saying: "Sir Sam..."

"Has your soul fire been blinded? Can't you see that I'm busy?" Without even looking at the other party, Sam spoke in a cold tone, which was a bit majestic. He had been in a high position before, and he could decide tens of millions of dollars with just one sentence.

In life and death, even if you work as a sinecure in the Twilight Empire, it will be uncomfortable without official authority.

"Because there is an emergency, I have to disturb you, sir." The subordinate bent down lower and said, "The Gray Tail Brotherhood has obtained a lot of corpses. Let me inform you..."

As soon as his soul force field was depleted, Sam jumped up at lightning speed, pulling him away from the emergency exits prepared in each VIP room, and then called a Skynet Spider. On weekdays, Sam would

He felt that Skynet Spider was not wealthy enough and always came and went by carriage, but now that the situation was urgent, he didn't care about his identity, and let the Spider run wildly with his stomach anxious.

Arriving at the secret stronghold of the Gray Tail Brotherhood (Skyweb Spider was already dying), Sam tidied up his clothes, took a few subordinates with him, and walked in the door with great aura.

The werewolf's secret stronghold is actually just that. It's a small room, next to the casino run by the blood elves. There are several big men in security uniforms sitting or standing inside. The most eye-catching thing is a chair that sits backwards, with elbows resting on it.

The reggae-headed man on the back of the chair. The reggae-headed man is also wearing a security uniform, but the buttons are unbuttoned, exposing his chest hair, exuding a hot and wild nature. His name is Ethan Glenn, and he is known as the "villain".

He was also the head of the branch of the Gray Tail Brotherhood in the Twilight Empire. When he saw Sam, Ethan Glenn laughed and stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Isengren..." Sam reservedly stretched out his right hand. Unexpectedly, the other person stepped forward and gave him a warm bear hug. The thick chest hair disgusted him. He resisted the urge to tear off his shirt and throw it away.

, smiled and said: "You have so many connections!"

"There's no other way. Brothers are so poor that they can't survive without putting in more effort." Ethan Glenn also had a smile on his face, and it wasn't hard to tell that there was something in his words.

"Excuse me, can you give me a little ventilation... Where did you get it from?" Sam asked. Seeing the change in the other person's face, he breathed a sigh of relief and changed his title: "Of course I can't trust you, brother, it's just that

But I have just taken office, so if something goes wrong, I won’t be able to explain it to His Majesty."

"Ah, this..."

Sam was already a man, so he immediately said: "Go down and don't disturb Mr. Isengren and I."

After all the idle people were gone, only Ethan Glen and Sam were left in the room. Only then did Ethan Glen say: "Our small business has a way of running a small business. It is difficult to talk about it originally, but since Mr. Sam, you

I asked, hehe, you also know that we have had some friction with Big Bower recently, right?"

Ethan Glen asked back. Although the connection was incomprehensible, Sam roughly understood it. Big Bow and the Twilight Empire were competing overtly and covertly. Not a single corpse transport ship had come recently. Most likely, Big Bow was there.

Instigated from behind.

The werewolf continued: "Bigbowo's move has not only harmed us, but also cheated many wholesalers. You know that corpses are different from other goods. They are inherently sensitive. It is spring now, and there is no way to store them for too long.

, this made the seller anxious. As soon as they discussed it, they smuggled it to Snow City without registering it at the port. You know, the people at the port are very discerning, and it would be bad if the people in Bigbowo knew about it. "

"I understand, I understand." When Sam heard this, his doubts disappeared. He finally understood why Ethan Glenn was so strict with his words just now. It turned out to be smuggling! No need to ask, the Gray Tail Brotherhood must have a big hand in this shipment.

He wanted to make a fortune, but he had no intention of cutting off his wealth. On the contrary, he wanted to get more funds from the "Waiting City" to win over the werewolves. After all, they were the only ones who could get the corpses at the moment.

After counting the corpses, Sam offered a price that was 10% higher than the original price, and asked Ethan Glenn to thank the person repeatedly for the date of drinking tonight. Sam quickly sent all the corpses to the Abomination Factory to add luster to his political achievements.

at the same time...

After the contact battle, some injured pure white abominations flew back to the "Waiting City" abomination factory, entered the second workshop, and waited for maintenance. When the undead repairman Feima who came to take charge of the situation, he looked very sad after learning the number of casualties.

Not good-looking. He has a very cheerful temperament and would never show off his face. However, Pure White hates death. His injuries cannot be repaired with "Embryonic Body Tissue Fluid". The supply of corpses has long been cut off. Even a clever woman cannot make ends meet.

That's why he looked depressed.

The workers held down the pure white abomination and used knives to cut out the tissue scorched by the holy light. Although the holy light will not infect the whole body in the Paradise of the Dead, it will also seriously affect the combat effectiveness. If it is not removed early, all kinds of abomination will be destroyed.

Actions will be interfered with. It's okay to defeat individual players, but group operations will definitely fail.

Just when the atmosphere was solemn, voices suddenly came from outside, and then the factory director rushed in and shouted: "Master Fermat! A corpse has arrived!"

Fermat refreshed himself and rushed out, only to see loads of corpses. They were not very good in body mass and many were missing arms and legs. Only less than ten were intact. However, now that the country was in crisis, Fermat

Without thinking too much, he immediately took the lead in moving the corpses. Soon, all the corpses were sent to the first workshop, waiting for dismemberment.

Only then did Fermat have time to greet Sam Montgomery, who was leading the team. Although he usually looked down on this fat-headed and big-eared worm, the more he looked at him, the more he liked him: "Ha, I really have you, this time

It helps a lot!”

Sam smiled quite proudly. He felt that as long as he completed this task, he would be relieved of all the hardships. Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden explosion in the workshop and thick smoke billowing out of the window!

Too bad!

When this thought came to Sam's mind, Fermat immediately shouted: "Don't move here!" and rushed into the smoke screen!

There was black smoke everywhere in the first workshop. I don’t know what was mixed in the black smoke. It actually filtered the soul wavelength. Even Fermat’s strong soul fire was greatly disturbed. Suddenly, the workers

No one dared to move the saw, only Fermat shouted: "Close the gate!" There are gates between each workshop. If the gate is not closed, the employees can walk freely. Once it is lowered, the workshops will be completely divided.

"It can't be turned off, the switch is damaged!" shouted the foreman of the first workshop.

Fermat was angry, and he groped along the wall to find the backup switch, and quickly pressed it. Fortunately, the backup switch was fine, and the gate fell with a bang. At the same time, the foreman also found the switch for the ventilation system, and the blower was operating at maximum power.

Remove the smoke and restore the air to normal.

"What's going on?"

"The corpse just jumped up and set off a smoke bomb." The foreman quickly came over and replied.

There are only two possibilities for a corpse to jump up. The first is that it is infected by the death energy and becomes a zombie. The second is that the person is not dead at all. Even a newborn zombie will not rashly cause trouble to the same kind. It can be seen that someone is pretending to be a zombie.

Die, sneak into the Abomination Factory, with evil intentions! If nothing else, just the flawless technique of pretending to be dead, the smoke bomb to restrain the undead creatures, and the immediate destruction of the gate switch, you know that the infiltrator has a lot of background, I am afraid it is

Foreign intelligence officers are still top-notch!

In just a few words, a group of combat professionals rushed in, all summoned by Sam. Sam was hiding outside the door and gesticulating. Although he knew that he was responsible for the accident, he would never risk his eternal life.

Life is a joke, so never step forward.

The gate was opened, and everyone poured into the second workshop. They found the ground in a mess, but no sign of the infiltrator. When they opened the third workshop, they finally found the guy. Unfortunately, the guy was really dead.

The holy aura gurgled out, and the corpse could not be used. What was terrible was that the third workshop was responsible for purifying the fire of the soul. All the machines that could remove the spiritual imprint were violently destroyed and could no longer be used. In other words, from now on

What is created at the beginning is just ordinary hatred, not pure white hatred, and it may lose control at any time.

The factory director and several foremen looked at Fermat blankly.

"Brian abandoned his job again at this time..." Fermat bared his teeth and raised his fist fiercely and waved: "How can a man fart so easily and continue to make abominations! Anyway, they are just cannon fodder, just make do with them.

It doesn’t matter!”

"Sir, it means 'giving up', not 'farting'..."
Chapter completed!