Cold-blooded, hypocritical, shameless, and treacherous... Renn has gradually turned into an old scumbag.
War is a dirty game, and I am a glamorous player.
If there is any difference between Rennes and "Ghost Hand" Marcelo, it is that he has a bottom line, at least he will not secede from the human camp.
To a certain extent, they cherish feathers more, or they are more hypocritical. No matter which world, people are social animals.
What you have may not be a good reputation, but a prestigious or bad reputation, but your reputation must not be bad, and your resume must be clean, at least on the surface.
Unless you are Long Aotian, don't think that a person can expose his cold-blooded and selfish face unscrupulously. Others are not fools and no one will spoil you.
Referring to the earth, people who have been in prison and have stains on their files may not be able to find a better job after they are released from prison, let alone become a big shot.
Hypocrisy or chengfu, essential skills for big men.
Seeing that Sigur agreed to the conditions and would take the blame for him from now on, Ren pretended to be sad and said very hypocritically:
"Well, this is the price of growing up. I gradually became the most annoying person in my youth."
Susanna pouted and glared at him: "Okay, don't make excuses. Your heart will probably be black if I dig it out."
Garcia also spread his hands: "The boss is still good at pretending. If you don't pretend, grass will grow in your grave."
He couldn't help but feel amused when he thought that this guy Ren actually designed to kill Marcello in the name of justice.
Ren curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Do you know why justice can defeat evil?
Because "good guys" can be more despicable and sinister than bad guys. Of course, you can say they are smart, witty, decisive and brave, but it's just a different word anyway.
Don't blame me either. If you really want to have high moral integrity, why are you still holding my thigh? Gold coins, don't they smell good?"
Everyone rolled their eyes wildly when they heard this, but Ren didn't say any more nonsense. He waved his hands to everyone who was a little confused, opened the door, and walked outside.
The streets in the suburbs were slightly deserted, and the huge moon wheel hung in the sky. Following the dancing moon shadow, he walked towards the affair apartment.
A gust of refreshing evening breeze blew by, and Ren couldn't help but smile to himself.
When I was a child, I felt that I was unique and would become a great person, but when I grow up... I don't care.
He remembered that he once dreamed of being a hero. Even if he failed once, he still joined the Survey Corps in the giant world.
In essence, he is still intoxicated in the lofty ideal of dedicating himself to mankind and wants to become a noble and great hero.
Then, again, once again, once again with a bloody head, once again with nothing...
snort!
He snorted coldly. To be honest, Ren hated his former self very much now. He somewhat understood why Red A hated Young Hero Emiya so much.
The naive and naive me back then really couldn't see it now.
Ren walked quickly on the lonely street. In his heart, somewhere that he could not perceive, there was a completely independent alien space.
An illusory clock-like pattern shimmered with countless complex patterns, all of which were dim.
There are four diamond-shaped scales on the dial, up, down, left, and right. When Renne planned to kill Marcelo, one lighted up.
When he kidnapped Marquis Clow and founded the Thorn Security Company, another one came up.
As if something had been captured, the patterns on the clock gradually flickered, and an undetectable fluctuation came out.
Lines of beating words flowed in the void, spanning endless time and space, seeming to communicate with some distant place.
'It's over, if this continues, everyone will die.'
A young man looked desperate. The core of the power plant was about to melt down. This accident would take many lives.
However, he could not get there with his own strength. He prayed in his heart and called for a miracle.
Soon, the young man's expression became happy, because a miracle really happened, and the cold electronic sound echoed in his mind.
The price of the miracle was high, including his life and identity, but he still agreed. In an instant, powerful power filled his body.
He went to the reactor core alone to dismantle it, and finally succeeded in saving 10,000 surrounding residents.
Then, he lost consciousness, his body was wrapped in a blur of light, and his image gradually began to change.
He turned into a warrior with white hair, a slender figure, a dark complexion, and a red coat... Finally, everything stopped, as if frozen at this moment.
'Captured the coordinates of a different universe and positioned it.'
'The successful invasion has concealed the origin of the world and constructed the identity and carrier of the coming.'
'Insufficient energy, unable to travel.'
'This world will be saved and launched as a special mission.'
Four pieces of information appeared above the dial, and the cold electronic sound echoed in the alien space. Then, all the patterns on the clock dimmed, and the four strings of words disappeared.
Only one sentence was left and still appeared on the clock.
'Copy Task 1, to be opened.'
There seemed to be something wrong. On the streets of Diramo City, Renn didn't hear any notification sounds and continued to walk to the affair apartment.
If he knew what happened, he would definitely curse him. He has never seen such a cheating Goldfinger.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was still humming a tune and walking briskly to the Demon Hunter Association's stronghold.
Walking into the basement floor with familiarity, and pushing open the nanmu door, Renn met the landlady.
She changed into a messy afro hairstyle, crossed her legs, and wore a pair of pink slippers on her feet that were very sexy.
Seeing Ren come in, Elena's thick lips moved and she said in a loud voice: "Young man, have you gone to dig graves again?
If you find any good corpses, come out and show them to your sister."
She admires Renn very much. To be precise, the association's senior officials admire him very much. No one has assigned him any tasks so far.
When Ren heard this, his head was black and he spread his hands: "I'm not that free. I go archaeologically every day."
To a certain extent, he did fight backwards. After all, Kuro was buried by him, and he dug him out again before he could even sleep.
"Young man, you are very lucky. The association has given you two years without having to do anything and still enjoy the service.
What's the matter? If you call me Liuying, you can skip it, we don't provide that kind of service." Elena said with a smile.
Rolling his eyes, Ren asked: "I want to hire a retired instructor from the hunting team to help me train my subordinates."
Elena sighed softly, looked at him carefully, and reminded: "No problem, but it can only be a one-star instructor, and some training is confidential."
The hunting team is one of the association's trump cards, so naturally there are some things that cannot be made public.
"Okay, anyway, I can only play One-Star Squad, and it's an inferior version." Ren muttered.
He continued to ask: "When will the person arrive? What is the hiring price?"
He didn't want to delay, everything was ready, and he had to recruit people for training right away.
With a somewhat mocking expression on her face, Elena sneered: "Don't bother, that old pervert Randy Mack is coming soon, with two three-star hunting teams.
Just ask him to borrow someone. In the 7th game, the defense line is cleared once a month, and they are hired at half price. I believe there are people who don't mind part-time jobs to make some extra money."
Randy Mack, a fourth-level [Master Demon Hunter], is 96 years old and a Faroran.
Renn looked surprised. He didn't expect that the person leading the team was Randy. He naturally knew this person.
When he joined the association, he drafted a contract that provided half of the promotion resources, which was considered a special treatment.
