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Chapter 636 Is the pressure so great?

Veritaserum is very effective.

Han Lingling asked some questions to clear Han Xiaohe's suspicion and confirm that she made an honest mistake.

"Both of them are Transcendents, which is rare." Xia Yanfu said in the team channel.

"Substitutes are attracted to each other," Gao Qiang said.

"There are no transcendents, right?"

"No, the two of them are not related by blood. It feels like it's just a coincidence."

Several people walked out of the house while talking.

Leave the remaining time to the two sisters.

After a while, the alarm bell sounded from far away to near.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for Han Lingling and Han Xiaohe.

A few days later.

Jiayu City Special Affairs Bureau, Han Xiaohe sat in a room with a tired look on his face, registering his relevant information.

In the past few days, the two sisters have been busy organizing Chen Guifen's funeral and various other things, and they are physically and mentally exhausted.

But registration information is still unavoidable.

As soon as the matter was over, he was asked to come to the Special Affairs Bureau.

"What are your abilities?" the staff asked.

"have no idea."

Han Xiaohe shook her head in confusion and described her feelings.

Han Xiaohe's ability is not easy to give a name that can be summarized simply.

Like Bai Huang's telekinesis, Xia Yanfu's gravity are relatively easy to summarize.

Han Xiaohe's abilities are different. Her abilities are biased toward illusions, but they are not pure illusions.

Chen Guifen's body was indeed affected.

Even Han Xiaohe himself couldn't see any clues. Even what Xia Yanzhen saw was not what the corpse should have looked like.

This is obviously out of the realm of illusion and real change.

But to say that this is a matter of words and deeds is far from correct.

Those famous ghosts, black mist, bloody water, etc. are all false and not real.

In the end, it can only be said that Han Xiaohe's ability is "confusing the fake with the real".

Let’s make a summary for now.

Originally, the transcendent abilities were not systematic. It was neither necessary nor possible to classify them in a very rigorous and detailed manner.

After the registration was completed, Han Xiaohe suddenly thought of something and asked: "Can I get money in the future?"

She remembered her sister saying that you can make money by actively registering after becoming a Transcendent.

"it's gone now."

The staff shook their heads.

It was there at the beginning, but later it was canceled as the number of Transcendents increased.

Benefits for those who are first movers.

Those who come late will have no choice.

"Oh." Han Xiaohe responded, walked out of the room, came to sit down next to his sister who also looked tired, and said nothing.

"After the summer vacation, let's go to Fanhai City to go to school." Han Lingling touched Han Xiaohe's head.

"Yeah." Han Xiaohe responded in a low voice.

The two stood up and walked out of the Special Affairs Bureau. There was a car parked outside.

Gao Qiang stood beside the car and invited: "You two, Deputy Tao would like to invite you to the company."

"good."

Han Lingling nodded.

Xia Yanzhen and the others have helped a lot these days, Gao Qiang stayed, and the others have gone back first.

How to bring two sisters with great potential into infinity is what Tao E has to worry about next.

Tao E will definitely take this matter very seriously.

This is the person Xia Yanzhen named.

Time continues to pass.

Saturday night, this time is a special Saturday when you enter the dreamland of God.

Xia Yanzhen’s routine of counting equipment and props.

The harvest from the last mission was actually pretty good, but for Xia Yanzhen personally, there were no changes in the equipment and props he needed to use.

The Zhangba Snake Spear is used to strengthen Qingyun, the rest remains unchanged.

He left some of the various potions, related to treating invisibility, for Tiamat.

There are also two more bottles of truth serum.

What has changed are the Dream Stones, 10 large Dream Stones, 10 medium Dream Stones, and 50 small Dream Stones (some are used).

As the Dream Apostle who is about to pass the fourth level and reach the fifth level.

Xia Yanzhen has experienced so many missions and has become relatively comprehensive in terms of equipment and props.

Various needs are met by equipment and props.

Not to mention completely comprehensive, it is enough to handle most situations.

Rather than continuing to add external objects, Xia Yanzhen has put more energy into improving himself.

Of course, even if Xia Yanzhen had suitable equipment and props, he wouldn't deliberately use them.

It's just that compared to before, I'm not as "enthusiastic" about it.

"gone."

Wearing the Prisoner of Darkness, he greeted Xia Yanfu, and Xia Yanzhen returned to the room.

"See you tomorrow."

Xia Yanfu yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

When I woke up this time, it was a different ceiling——

There is no ceiling, just a night sky.

Xia Yanzhen stood up, put on his shoes, and took out the beast control box from the imprint space.

With the Beast Taming Box, you don’t have to worry about Tiamat wandering off to someplace unknown. Of course, if God’s Dream specifically threw Tiamat far away, there would definitely be nothing in the Beast Taming Box.

it.

This is a regular start, with Tiamat staying in the beast control box.

Xia Yanzhen asked him to come out, put away the beast control box, and looked at the mission information:

【Inheritance battle, obtain Nighthawk's inheritance.】

[Task reward: a dream stone (large). 】

[Task time limit: seven natural days.]

[Punishment for failure: Randomly deprive one ability or piece of equipment, which cannot be replaced with a dream stone. Those who are insufficient will be obliterated!]

"Nighthawk's legacy? What is this?" Xia Yanzhen read the mission information.

The mission information this time is quite simple.

It's not a team fight, and there's no identity assigned to him.

Relatively speaking, the amount of information contained is very insufficient.

Xia Yanzhen stood on the edge of the building and looked at the city.

The location is a metropolis, in the dark night, with the dark sea in the distance. This is a seaside city.

Below the building is a crossroads, which belongs to the commercial street.

It was quite lively with people coming and going.

There is an electronic screen outside a building, and the news is playing at this moment.

"According to the reliable news coming from the front, the superhero Nighthawk who has been guarding our city for twenty years has been confirmed to be dead..."

"Is it really a fight for inheritance?"

Xia Yanzhen gestured to Tiamat.

Tiamat quickly shrank, flew over, and pressed against Xia Yanzhen's earlobe, making herself look like a small decorative earring.

Xia Yanzhen fell into the alley formed by the back of the building and another building. He came out and walked to the street. Like many people, he stopped under the screen to watch the news.

The time is approximately winter.

There is a cold and damp feeling in the air.

There are many people wearing coats on the street. Prisoner of Darkness is a little thick and eye-catching, but it can still be classified as "normal clothes".

There is no need for Xia Yanzhen to change clothes deliberately to keep a low profile.

Moreover, the seven-day mission is not a long time, so I am afraid it is not suitable for keeping a low profile, observing in secret and then slowly figuring it out.

From the news, Xia Yanzhen learned that this city called Gotham is an extremely divided place.

It has the highest crime rate in the world and an extremely developed economy.

Gotham has luxurious commercial buildings, central business districts, high-tech parks, and ports that work day and night.

There are also various abandoned factories, a large number of homeless people, slums that occupy one third of the entire city, and various gangs and villains.

During the day, Gotham is a city of gold and paper, but after midnight, Gotham is a city of sin.

Soaring hopes, the danger of being shot in the head if you make the wrong move, power, money, corruption, crime, everything is intertwined in this city.

Theoretically, it is difficult for such a weirdly divided city to exist.

The extremely high crime rate and extremely large slums are enough to destroy any city.

The reason why Gotham can become such a deformed existence.

It's because someone held the crumbling city back, creating the strange balance it has today.

This person is the confirmed deceased superhero, Nighthawk.

He appears at night and spares no effort to crack down on various illegal and criminal activities.

Repairing Gotham's broken load-bearing columns.

But also because of the existence of superheroes, it has attracted a variety of super villains that are crazier than ordinary criminals.

Most of these people have brain problems.

They cannot be sentenced and can only be imprisoned in a mental hospital. Returning to the hospital is just like going home.

A few people who are not so mentally ill have established a community of interests through various bribery methods, and going to jail is just like going home.

Now Nighthawk is dead.

Will these super villains feel bored without Nighthawk and leave this deformed city, or will they completely devour the city?

The question asked over and over in the news is where Gotham will go without Nighthawk.

Then came the Gotham Police Department recruitment COP (police officer) advertisement. It was obvious that the entire Gotham needed a stronger armed force.

In Gotham, COP is a super high-risk profession.

In the past, because I was given a lot of money, and Nighthawk Man could always show up mysteriously to save people.

There are still many people who become COP for money or justice in their hearts.

And now that Nighthawk is gone, becoming a COP is no less than joining the X Army at 49.

This recruitment advertisement is more like a placebo for the police department to tell the public that "we are working hard."

As for whether it is useful...

To be honest, the citizens of Gotham are very nervous.

As a street in the commercial center, people are still coming and going here, and it is quite bustling and lively.

It's hard to see that a storm is coming and the building will collapse.

"Isn't this Gotham? Criminals and citizens are just weeds. After one crop is cut, there will be another crop." Xia Yanzhen thought to himself.

Next, he spent some time wandering around the area, and through the city map, he constructed a rough "appearance" of the city in his mind, and then headed to the Gotham Police Station.

As the time approaches midnight, we leave the bustling and lively area.

The surroundings began to become deserted and dark - many street lights were broken and no one was repairing them.

There are fewer pedestrians and fewer vehicles on the road.

The dark city is like a giant beast slowly waking up.

Fortunately, Xia Yanzhen made it all the way to the Gotham Police Station without any problems - which made him a bit regretful.

I originally thought about meeting a few blind robbers and getting some start-up funds for the mission from them.

When we arrived near the Gotham Police Station, all the street lights beside the road were on, and there were voices.

Xia Yanzhen walked a few steps quickly, turned across the street and came outside the gate, and saw hundreds of people gathered here.

"Demonstration?"

Xia Yanzhen walked up to a man and asked, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

The man was wearing thin clothes and was using his hands and feet to resist the cold from freezing hands and feet.

Hearing Xia Yanzhen's words, Xiaotiao replied: "Of course I'm here to apply. Didn't you see the advertisement for COP recruitment?"

"So many people are applying for the job? Are you willing to take such a dangerous job? Is the employment pressure so high?"

Xia Yan was really a little surprised.


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