Blade Fang Camp, Bone Prison, not far from the ground exit.

In the dark night, a fat man stood in a low alley, silently watching the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him, the most famous prison in the Western Wasteland and even the entire planet.

He rolled up his sleeves and stared into the darkness, smacking his lips and clicking his tongue.

A heavy footsteps sounded from behind him.

"The Prison of Bones, no matter how many times I see it, is just like the Ghost Prince Tower..."

The fat man didn't even look at the scene behind him, because he knew who was coming. He just sighed: "Both of these things are equally annoying."

The slightly heavier footsteps stopped behind him.

The fat man yawned in the darkness and cold wind, but still did not look back: "You came out so fast?"

The person behind him seemed to nod.

A slightly thicker voice came out faintly, with a little coldness and alienation: "Ten minutes ago, their ground security was relaxed."

Listening to this repulsive tone, the slightly fat man shrugged.

But he knew that the people behind him had always been like this, and he didn't take it seriously.

Until the fat man turned his face and glanced at the person behind him.

Just this one look scared him so much that he jumped up from the ground and jumped three feet!

I wish I could stay as far away from the people behind me as possible.

"Oh my God! Norbu!"

The fat man suppressed his voice, held his hands in front of his body, and looked at his colleagues beside him in shock.

Looking at the latter's body, she revealed a lot of sexy and seductive outfits.

Looking at my companion’s eye-catching makeup with red eyebrows and bright lipstick.

Looking at the other person's graceful figure and charming movements, he pulled the loose shoulder straps as if nothing had happened, and covered a section of shoulder skin exposed in the wind and sand, as well as the bulging chest scenery, into the gauze-like material.

But……

But……

The fat man couldn't stop his whole body from trembling, and pointed at Norbu with a trembling finger: "I know this is a job requirement, disguise yourself, sneak into the crowd, etc., but, but..."

He looked at his colleagues in horror:

"But do you have to put on colorful clothes, show off your appearance, and dress up like a prostitute on the street soliciting customers?"

Nobu turned his head and let his thin clothes flutter in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body. This made the fat man on one side tremble again:

"Is there a problem?"

The tone is understatement.

The fat guy couldn't bear to look at each other and tried his best to smile:

"Of course it's no problem, except for one thing..."

The fat man took a deep breath and painfully told the truth:

"You're such a bigot—"

"Man!"

Amidst the screams that were deliberately lowered, the man named Nobu just looked at his strong body shrouded in gauze, looking calm and calm:

"Is there a problem?"

The fat man almost fainted. He hid in the alley, pressed his forehead and said sadly:

"Oh my God, Norbu, do you know that the way you dress in women's clothing...is it like environmental pollution? Look at your green stubble with lipstick, your big mouth, and your huge back..."

The fat man became more and more sad as he talked, and Norbu couldn't help but look back at him.

"Oh no, please don't turn your head, don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back and wash my eyes today. The visual damage caused by your disguise is too great..."

The fat man caught a glimpse of the other party's soft and sexy skirt from the corner of his eye, and saw the thick thighs and thick leg hair looming underneath, and his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

Coupled with the huge chest muscles...

And a serious look on his face...

The fat man felt his abdomen churning.

Goddess Haoyue, please don't wait to finish this book, throw down the meteorite now and kill me and him together!

Norbu looked at his shocking outfit again and grinned nonchalantly.

This stubbled smile was charming and charming, almost frightening the man who had just recovered his breath to the point where his heart stopped.

"That's the essence, Gomez, like how you're reacting right now."

Nobu said to Gomez with a touch of confidence:

"After I dressed up as a woman, I intentionally contrasted the ugliness and discomfort, and the abruptness and surprise that broke the rules, which made people subconsciously turn their heads away. You wouldn't have much interest in paying attention to a crappy male prostitute with a cross-dressing habit.

There will be no other secrets - such as whether he is a thoughtful person who lurks here on purpose."

As Norbu spoke, he stretched out his hand out of habit and smoothed his non-existent forehead hair.

Gomez slapped his chest in shock, still insisting on talking to his colleagues only with his peripheral vision:

"Are you...sure you haven't read too many bards?"

Nobu glanced at Gomez with a look on his face, as if he was angry.

Gomez once again had the urge to leave and retire immediately.

Gomez could only exhale in pain, pointed to the Bone Prison in the distance with resignation, and said to his extremely calm colleagues:

"Forget it...so, what should we eat for today's meal?"

"What to eat?" Norbu stopped shaking his sleeves subconsciously and shook his head steadily:

"The intelligence list is obviously with you."

The fat Gomez's face turned red and he coughed before taking out a piece of paper from his belt and slowly unfolding it.

"Okay, let me see..."

Gomez looked at the paper in his hand, and suddenly he was full of energy and energy. The haze that was almost frightened to death by Nobu seemed to be swept away.

"Well, first of all, appetizers and appetizer soup," he looked at the Bone Prison in the distance with interest, and said in a measured tone:

"A personal envoy to the Parricide King of the North."

Gomez stopped talking, held back his nausea, and looked at Norbu, who was wearing women's clothing: "Did you see him when you were inside?"

Nobu still looked indifferent and just nodded slightly.

"Russell Vader, the former Border Baron of Dragon Sky City, confirmed by eyewitnesses," Nobu remained as calm as ever, with only a rare hint of seriousness in his eyes, "Six years ago, I followed him all the way to conduct surveillance until

Entered Yongxing City."

Gomez nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his short index finger to place a heavy stamp on Russell's name, as if a lord was stamping his seal with a warrant.

I saw Gomez saying sadly in the cold wind:

"Well, this former baron may be inconspicuous, but he has the greatest connections and the most special status. He is the key to connecting everything. The Lord has instructions, be sure to ask him about his relationship with the darkroom, and maybe he can pull out the nails in the darkroom - um

, Not bad, the appetizers are small in quantity and high in quality, and the taste is exquisite.”

Norbu nodded expressionlessly.

Gomez blew the paper in his hand and turned his attention to the next person.

“And then, the much-anticipated main course.”

Gomez's eyes lit up again: "Wow, guess what we have?"

"A whole pot of Shadow Assassin, full of sincerity!"

He was elated.

Just like before, Nobu spoke slowly and responded to Gomez's gaze.

"Kosei, with an ominous surname, a former street boy in the North, codenamed 'Bozi', confirmed by eyewitnesses."

Just listen to Norbu's plain and authentic words:

He is the most valuable target inside, and he fits the description given during Operation Shadow Hunt six years ago. His Lordship pays close attention to him, especially to find out the nails he placed on the upper level of the West Wasteland."

Gomez laughed evilly and clicked his tongue, as if he was tasting the best steak:

"This may be the largest gathering of Shadow Shield since eighteen years - phew, the meat is delicious and the variety is high-quality. As long as it is cooked properly, it must be the best in the world."

Norbu didn't comment, but elegantly lifted up her skirt, which was stained by some dust.

"Next, side dish," Gomez continued reading from his list with great interest:

"The middleman in the mercenary business, the owner of the well-known 'My Family' tavern."

Norbu frowned slightly.
To be continued...