If Heath Moore were to use a very flowery term to describe these guys——
Clean the streets!
To put it more simply: God of Plague!
Mutual benefit is possible, trade is possible, and cooperation is possible, but he hopes that after that, at the right time, at the right place, in the right and decent way, he will gradually drift away from each other. You follow your track and I will be mine.
gun.
The young servant appeared like a ghost: "Master, it's over. The Tsepesh family, except Tsepesh I and Tsepesh II, were all killed on the spot. No one was missed. I personally examined the corpses, and there were still shadows left.
The department monitors every step of the way."
"Old Tepes...that guy took action directly after returning?"
"Yes, but he only killed the collateral members himself, but he didn't seem surprised when he saw our people passing by."
"What other methods does he have that we don't have control over?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case at the moment, but his behavior makes it hard not to make people suspect that he has another way to escape..."
"He can only live for 15 more hours. This is his bottom line and also Monroe's bottom line."
"Master, why don't you cooperate with him?"
"Cooperation? From an unknown second-generation ancestor to the entire Tepesh family, hundreds of thousands of well-trained troops, together with the empty island, turned into a pot of flesh and blood porridge. Not only did Monroe have no reason to intervene, he even
Promising a title like a hero... What kind of calculation is this? What kind of brain power is this? Hoping to cooperate with this kind of brat and marrying An'er to him can only be regarded as a sheep in the tiger's mouth! An'er doesn't understand this.
It's okay." Heath Moore sneered: "If it is necessary, then it will only be strong enough if I can marry him or if he can marry me. What do you think?"
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"I think? What gives you the illusion that you can arbitrarily insult the leaders of a population of 10 million?" Li Cang made no secret of his disgust: "Isn't it enough to cheer you up?"
"You think you can't save enough number 2 in a short while, so it won't be profitable to grab it, right?"
Lao Wang gave a disdainful sound and became even more disgusted.
This is called knowing people, knowing their faces, and knowing their hearts. You know my strengths and weaknesses, and I know your depths. They are destined to be a pair of hooky and lost roundworms who interact with each other and become each other's confidants.
Lao Wang thought about it for a while, but still couldn't hold it back, and continued to beep softly: "So the method used by old Cepesh is the same as yours, just to pile up people's lives?"
"There is everything in the dream. As long as the thing can still be used after the sea of thunderstorms. As long as there is a little hope, the old Tepesh's choice will never be to go back and randomly select lucky viewers to fight for the family business for the rest of his life. It can be
Just take some people and run away."
"That's true." Lao Wang added: "But why does this guy think he can still live? Does he mean he wants to pay enough fines and dance with the noobs in Monroe?"
"Because it can be used in the sea of thunderstorms..."
"Fuck..." Lao Wang thought to himself that talking to this kind of person is really boring. It's just a topic terminator: "Then it's not in vain. Why not kill him directly? Anyway, the principle is similar to the big magic wand to overcome the tribulation version.
The same stick will be useless if he dies, even if you get it out of the sea of thunderstorms, you won't be able to use it."
"I'm not a murderer. What's the point of killing a person who is bound to die without getting more gold coins?"
"?"
How on earth did you have the nerve to say this? What kind of shame do you have and how generous you are?
Lao Wang was madly dissing Li Cang in his heart, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind: "So it's not a good cake. The sons of bitches like Monroe have figured out that this old guy wants to live, and they will never compensate you for anything of real value.
Deliberately not killing, or simply afraid of the stick, and preparing to eat fresh and hot food after the compensation is paid? Then the old Tepesh felt that he could survive, so he went home and started shooting like crazy to recharge the stick as a backup. After all, he is now
I can’t leave even if I want to!”
Li Cang looked at him strangely: "Why can't you leave?"
"The sequelae are 'blasphemy'. Besides, all the people in Monroe who are waiting to eat meat are staring at him!"
"There is a big problem with your understanding. 'Desecration' is a punishment for breaking the dual protection of prayer and contract, and it has nothing to do with anything else."
"Hold the grass?"
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Old Tsepesh and "Monroe" cooperated internally and externally to achieve outstanding results. The entire Tsepesh family's actual control area was filled with blood, and even a living dog may not be found.
Under the fiery and coveted gazes of all forces, Old Cepes walked aimlessly in this Shura field with no unnecessary expression on his face.
There are two reasons why no one touches him for the time being. One is that [Tricks of the Laws of War] has not been implemented yet, and the Monroe people do not want to cause trouble. The other is that there are still 47 "Wraith Spirits" available for Old Tsepesh's golden scepter.
He can at least be a great mage three times, and no one wants to be that lightning rod.
The members of the Tepesh family have all been cleared away. It is impossible to recharge the scepter, but this does not mean that old Tepesh has no room for struggle. He still has a large number of slave soldiers controlled by the prayer contract.
, the Blade Knights and even the core two hundred Gonzalez Dragon Blood Riders.
In any modern war, the country's compensation after losing will not be as simple as losing a fixed amount of currency. Compared with other more painful and hidden conditions, the small troubles of sharp currency depreciation are like mosquitoes sucking blood.
Not worth mentioning.
But what old Tepes needs to do now is to keep the coin of destiny in his hand.
From time to time, he chooses some real or more virtual things to pray for the green light to be shrouded in value. His brows tighten and loosen for a while. Intended Materials > Destiny Coins > The rules of Sky Island are more than just a line. Little Coin Boy is really there.
Very carefully implemented, except that the fate coin is constant, the value coefficients of the remaining two are vastly different.
The so-called principle of compensation means that if the law of war believes that it is worth so much, then it can only be worth so much, just like the standard pricing model of small coin bastards' prayers and sacrifices.
If you really have no idea, you can learn about the cannibalistic pawn shops in ancient times. The luminous pearl in Cixi's mouth was just a piece of work that was "broken in half, and the two fluorite petals were not accepted alive." It could be thrown away by any clerk.
Three melons and two dates were handled on the spot.
The m2 unit air island has been included in the war compensation, counting tens of thousands of destiny coins;
3729t of various materials have been included in war compensation, totaling 10,000 fate coins;
44 tons of energy matrix, blood fragments, bone fragments and other various intended materials have been included in the war compensation, and 10,000 destiny coins;
Ten thousand destiny coins have been included in war compensation]
[All the above war compensation calculations. 7 destiny coins have been transferred to the victor’s subordinate ‘Li Cang’ prayer interface or the main island. For details, please expand the secondary interface or go to the main island to view]
[The settlement of war compensation is completed, and the teasing of the laws of war is over]
Lao Wang rubbed his eyes and was shocked that his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and he could see everything from the gums to the cardia.
"I'm fucking your own mother, why are there so many?!" No matter how talented Lao Wang is, he can't open and close his mouth to lick back the area of 60 million units of the island: "How many square meters equals one
Square kilometers, 10,000? 100,000? Are we leaving the county and entering the city?"
"..."
Li Cang was extremely pleased.
If both of them were taught arithmetic by a physical education teacher, then they would have been riding on horseback to clear the house waving a coffin board filled with formulas.
