"Catch that clever fish monster and let that stupid 'accident' escape."

"Yan Biqing follows that stupid fish monster, finds the base of Blasphemy Blood, and then kills them!"

After giving the order, Wen Wen felt refreshed all over, so he had to try his best to increase his presence in Qingchuan City. Only by doing both at the same time could he clear the relationship between him and the Black Cross.

Wen Wen then continued to look at the old man. At this time, the old man looked left and right, and his eyes lit up and he stared at an off-road vehicle.

This car has anti-skid tires...

"It's dry and numb, plate it!"

The old man rubbed his skinny arms twice as if he had been given a shot of blood, then rushed to the car and rubbed his hands on the car.

After about ten minutes of driving, all four tires of the car became extremely rounded. However, they were originally anti-skid tires, and now they are probably slipping on the asphalt road.

Wen Wen sighed, condensed four water cards, and gently threw the water cards out, punctured the car's tires, and the car's alarm made a buzzing sound.

"I'm here to prevent you from getting into an accident while driving, so I won't pay for the tires." He muttered Wen Wen as he walked up to the old man.

Seeing that the tire he had just coiled was punctured, the old man instantly became fierce. With his hands flashing rapidly, he coiled the off-road vehicle into a big iron ball and threw it towards Wen Wen.

Wen Wen mourned for two seconds of silence for the owner of the off-road vehicle, and then casually pushed the iron ball away. But along with the iron ball came an old man with a ferocious face and open hands.

The old man aimed his magical hands at Wen Wen, trying to make Wen Wen's face round and round.

But Wen Wen didn't even need to move his body, a burst of purple-black energy turned into claws and threw the old man away.

Then Wen Wen's pupils shrank, and the claws he condensed with the faceless demon's energy were missing a finger, and the old man was holding a purple-black energy ball in his hand.

"This old guy can really play everything... Then I'll let you play and have fun!"

The old man ran towards Wen Wen with a strange posture, and Wen Wen calmly took out a grenade from his cloak, pulled the safety cover and threw it towards the old man.

Wen Wen's grenade was not thrown accurately, and with the old man's speed, he could completely avoid it. But when the old man saw the uneven surface of the grenade, he stopped attacking Wen Wen without thinking, jumped up to catch the grenade and started to throw.

"Even in battle, the instinct of holding things takes precedence. No wonder it's a containment object."

As the old man coiled himself, the grenade exploded with a bang. The sharp shrapnel and scorching flames engulfed the old man. A purple-black film appeared on Wen Wen's body, blocking all the power of the grenade.

After the smoke cleared, the gray-headed old man stood there stunned, wondering why the thing exploded while he was coiling it.

But he just looked embarrassed. In fact, he was not injured at all, but his two palms became charred black.

Wen Wen raised his eyebrows and threw another grenade, and the old man took it instinctively...

There are still a bunch of grenades in Wen Wen's cloak. Even if he takes care of them all, Wen Wen won't feel bad at all.

Finally, after blasting fourteen grenades, the old man seemed to have exhausted his energy and could no longer blast the grenades. He squatted on the spot and closed his eyes to sleep.

Wen Wen took this opportunity to release the chains and drag the old man into the shelter.

"This old man is really interesting. He may be of great use in the future."

The explosion of more than a dozen grenades was already considered a huge noise, which was enough to prove that he was working hard to hunt monsters tonight and could not get involved in the Black Cross thing...

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After hearing Wen Wen's order, Little Red Riding Hood laughed, kicked her short legs out of the afterimage, and kicked Benbol's body randomly.

Then he 'accidentally' kicked the unconscious Ben Boer with excessive force onto Heng An, causing the two of them to roll into a ball. Ba Boer, who was being stared at by Heng An, saw an opportunity to escape and ran away from him without hesitation.

Jumped out of the window.

Heng An gritted his teeth and was about to chase after him. He didn't want to let go of anyone with the Blood of Profanity.

But at this time Tao Qingqing stood in front of him and said calmly: "Lord Black Cross let him go, you don't need to worry about the next thing."

Heng An sighed, took a step back, and went to check Ben Bol's injury.

Ba Boer ran in the night, and the more he ran, the more humiliated he became.

His brother fell into the hands of shameless humans, and he couldn't even deal with Heng An, and was even said to have killed his brother's Little Red Riding Hood instantly.

He couldn't save Benbol or avenge him on his own, so he asked the people of Blasphemy Blood for help. The two of them were in the Ruixing Group because they helped them, so they had to help no matter what.

If it was Ben Boer, he would definitely realize that the opponent had a strong person like Little Red Riding Hood, and with his strength, there was no way he could escape from there. The opponent should have some other purpose in releasing him.

But Ba Boer only thought that he was lucky, but he didn't notice that there was a shadow quietly following behind him like a shadow.

This shadow is Yan Biqing. Now he has focused all his attribute points on tracking-related abilities, easily following Ba Boer, but Ba Boer cannot detect it.

After jogging for a while, Babol stopped. He suddenly realized that he actually didn't know where the Blood of Blasphemy was.

They are now just non-staff members who have just joined the Blood of Blasphemy and have no right to know the location of the stronghold.

Ba Boer scratched his head and thought for a long time. When Wen Wen even wanted to order Yan Biqing to capture him directly, he suddenly remembered that Ba Boer contacted the Blood of Blasphemy headquarters through a phone call.

And he should also have the contact number of Blasphemy Blood in his mobile phone...

So he awkwardly opened his cell phone, found the contact number of Blasphemy Blood, and dialed it.

"Who are you?" On the other side of the phone was a man with a calm voice.

Ba Boer swallowed: "I, I am Ba Boer."

The person on the other side was silent for a while, and then said: "Oh, brother fish monster, right? Is there anything wrong?"

"My brother was kidnapped by human superpowers when he was helping you perform a mission. Can you help rescue him?" Ba Boer stuttered.

What he usually talks the most is to ask his brother what he wants to do. Now it's his turn to make the decision, and he can't speak a little.

"Tell me the details in detail," asked Ba Boer on the other side of the phone.

So Ba Bol started from Ben Bol's plan and told the person on the other side of the phone everything he knew.

After listening, the man said: "Did you say that you are the ones who blasphemed the blood?"

"I told you, but after hearing this, they became even more ruthless. They didn't give you any face at all. You must help us make the decision."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said to Ba Boer: "From today on, you are no longer peripheral members of the Blasphemous Blood."
Chapter completed!