After swimming across the artificial lake, Phelan and Marilyn sneaked into a nearby grove and dried their clothes with hot star power in a few seconds. Afterwards, Phelan gave Marilyn a few hundred dollars and parted ways with her.
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"Really, after all that, I still haven't explained to others what the first level is!" Marilyn looked at the direction where Feren's back disappeared, and kept muttering there with her little mouth curled up.
At this time, two black men wandering on the street blocked him.
"Hi, beauty, do you want to go have fun together?"
When Marilyn heard this, she looked over with cold eyes and shouted: "Get out of here, I don't have time to talk to you!"
"Hey, it seems like you little girl doesn't know how to flatter you!" As he said this, one of the black men actually pulled out his knife, with a fierce look like "If you don't agree, I'll paint your little face."
Marilyn's eyes flashed, and she was about to use her "grabbing eyes" to hypnotize the two black men and make them explode each other's anus. Unexpectedly, before the thought came up, the two black men began to urinate and urinate.
"Huh? You're not out of control, are you?"
Marilyn once encountered this situation at the beginning of her "Grassing Eyes" training. Because she couldn't control her mental power accurately at that time, she could accidentally turn people into idiots. Now she actually does it again.
When this happened, she was somewhat speechless.
"Could it be that my mental power has increased again?"
Marilyn had never paid much attention to this issue from the time she was promoted to the middle of the first level to just now. Now that the two black men have turned into mentally retarded children, it is difficult for her not to pay attention to it.
Marilyn no longer cared about the two idiot black men, simply hailed a taxi, got into the back seat, told her the destination, and then devoted herself to exploring and manipulating the sea of consciousness.
"Sure enough, my mental power has increased by more than 10%!"
Don’t look at 10%, which is 10%, which is not much, but it also depends on the base number. It is like population growth. In a small country with a population of several million, a 10% population growth will obviously not
It's a scary number, but if it were placed in China, a 10% population growth would be appalling.
The same thing applies to Marilyn, who has huge mental power. An increase of more than 10% in mental power is enough to cause her "Grasping Eye" to go awry during micro-operations.
"It seems that Allen's decision to ask me to hypnotize the woman named Beth needs to be slowed down, at least to allow me to adapt to my existing mental power!"
So, when Marilyn returned to the hotel where she was staying, in addition to urgently reporting the news of Kanan's death to her superiors, she stayed in her room without even sleeping, practicing micro-manipulation of her mental power.
On the other side, Fearon returned to the presidential suite in the Golden Palace, removed the needles from the two women, and slept until dawn.
After washing up and going out after breakfast, Hart and his men all showed a knowing smile unique to men when they saw Phelan. After all, they had spent a lot of time listening to the room last night and were tough on Phelan.
His fighting ability is quite impressive.
"David!" Fearon greeted Hart, "Send one of your men to follow me, and the rest of you will protect my two female companions. If they want to go shopping, you can all follow me, okay?"
"Okay, no problem!" Hart responded and greeted a black man on the corridor who was slightly shorter than Fearon but extremely burly and strong, "Tyrone, you follow Mr. Fearon!"
"Yes, Captain!" Black Tyrone responded calmly, then came to stand beside Faerun.
Fearon immediately raised his hand, greeted Hart, and took Tai Long to the elevator.
At this time, a mercenary on the side approached Hart and said: "Boss, why should we listen to Feilun's arrangements? You know, our mission this time is to protect him. Someone really needs to assassinate Tai Lung.
I’m afraid people can’t stop it!”
Hart glared at his subordinates and said: "What do you know? I called Manager Lewis last night and asked him. Fearon is polite to even the big boss and doesn't dare to offend him in the slightest. If we don't listen to him,
Maybe you’ll get fired if you go back!”
"But if he has any shortcomings, then we will also be..."
"You are thinking too much. Our real mission is actually to protect his woman. As for Ferran himself, even the execution team of the NSA can't do anything to him, let alone others!"
"Executioner group?" The men couldn't help but stick out their tongues when they heard the term.
You know, despite the fact that information in the world is becoming more and more transparent, in fact, the assassination operations of the intelligence agencies of major countries are still everywhere, but they have become more despicable, such as poisoning, car accidents, and seduction.
There are many types of things like riding a horse, and it does not necessarily require the use of knives or guns, and the targets of assassination have gradually changed from the former leaders to the doers around the leaders who silently help them implement the decrees.
The executioner team of the NSA is such an organization that carries out assassination operations. All mercenaries with more senior qualifications have vaguely heard of such a name. They once teamed up with a similar department of the CIA to assassinate the Cuban leader. Although they were unsuccessful, they
Still quite frightening.
Seeing the surprised expressions of his men, Hart smiled slightly and warned: "It's enough for you to know this news. Don't spread it around, otherwise I can spare you, but those NSA executioners may not be able to spare you!"
His subordinates nodded like chickens pecking at rice and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes... I listen to the captain!"
As soon as Feilun and Tailong entered the VIP room No. 1, Stanley Ho came up to him and said in a low voice: "Aaron, the situation has changed. There will be two consecutive rounds today, thirty-two will advance to sixteen and sixteen will advance to eight.
!”
Feilun was stunned when he heard this, and immediately said: "Didn't it mean that there are two rounds in the talent competition?"
Since the final battle of the betting competition is set for September 10th, if the knockout round is held every day, the date will exceed one day. After all, today is the 7th. This is obviously unacceptable, so
The organizer had already arranged for two rounds of sixteen-to-eight and eight-to-four rounds on the 8th. Unexpectedly, such a sudden change occurred, which caught most of the participating gamblers off guard.
"Who knows what that old guy Denilson is thinking, but it will be changed to two rounds today, to kill his mother!" Stanley Ho scolded and asked with concern, "Do you have confidence? Do you have enough energy?"
In fact, the last question was what He Jiuye wanted to ask the most, because he heard that since Feilun got involved with that big mimi, he would not stop until he had sex for a few hours every day, but like this
First of all, it is not conducive to a man's mental recovery. If he accidentally loses focus while betting on a game, it will be very bad.
Fei Lun was so alert that he immediately heard the overtones of Ho Hongsheng's message, and without criticizing it, he immediately prevaricated: "Don't worry, Lao He, I'm in good spirits. I can even gamble for ten rounds without any problem!"
He Hongsheng was slightly relieved after hearing this, but when he heard the exaggerated number "Ten Wheels", he was a little worried that Ferran was talking big words, but he couldn't point it out in front of everyone, so he could only say: "Anyway, you must keep calm, so
Come on, with your thousands of skills, you won't be at a disadvantage!"
How could Feilun fail to understand what Lao He said? This was a hint that once he ran out of energy and made mistakes in recording cards, he would resort to cheating to solve the problem.
I still need you to teach me?!
Thinking of this, Feilun felt a little unhappy and said: "Old He, you don't need to be a mother-in-law, I have my own sense of proportion!"
He Hongsheng's face looked a little ugly when he heard this, but he didn't show any signs of attack. He just said: "Anyway, just be careful and you won't make a big mistake!" After saying that, he left with a group of subordinates, so as not to be angry with Faerun again.
"Haha... This old He, he is so old and still so angry!" Feilun chuckled and asked Tai Long to stay where he was, and went straight to the gambling table where the game was about to take place.
Half an hour later, Feren won two straight games, won 120 million chips, and easily entered the top 16.
Stanley Ho watched the whole game and realized that Phelan's words of "betting ten rounds in a row" were not a lie.
At the same time, Beth, who was driven away by Sheila, was packing her bags in a suite on the 21st floor of the Golden Palace. She will fly away with her sister Regina Moore tonight. Of course, before leaving, she will definitely
Let Feren take the blame for the "serial assassination memory erasure unit".
"Knock knock knock!"
Just when Beth was humming country slang and tidying up her clothes happily, there was a knock on the door.
Beth froze: "Who?"
"Is Miss Beth Moore here? I'm here to deliver flowers from the florist." A soft female voice came from outside.
Beth became more vigilant, and quickly took out the pistol under the pillow, turned on the safety, cocked the gun, and tiptoed to the door, saying: "How did you know I live here?"
"I don't know, the person who sent the flowers told me the address." The female voice outside the door responded.
"Who sent the flowers? Read his name!" Beth asked from behind the door while putting the muzzle of the gun on the peephole, ready to fire at any time.
"Call me, Siladou Puning!" The female voice outside the door obviously didn't have enough education, so she finally read out the name on the flower card.
"Sheila Dupnin!?" Beth cried out in surprise, wondering why the eldest lady sent her flowers and didn't open the door immediately after sending her flowers.
The female voice outside the door got a little impatient and said: "Ms. Moore, if you don't want to open the door, then I will put the flowers at the door, and then ask you to sign this list!" As she said,
A receipt slip was slipped into the crack of the door below.
Beth thought for a while, found a pen, signed her name, and stuffed the order outside the door. The female voice said: "Okay, Miss Moore, the flowers will be placed at the door. I'll go first!" After she finished speaking, there was a light sound outside the door.
footsteps.
Beth then tried to look outside through the peephole. After finding no one, she waited for about two minutes before suddenly opening the door and leaning out half of her body to get the flowers, but was surprised to find someone squatting beside the door.
He was looking at a woman, and she looked quite familiar.
"Who are you……"
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