Three hundred and seventieth chapters half a trace
"Poor boss!"
In the most luxurious hotel suite in Ishikawa, a man with short silver hair was sitting on the sofa, staring at the stiff movements on the screen with a strange smile. His voice was sharp and harsh, very unpleasant.
The silver-haired man has high cheekbones, narrow eyes, and the red water drop mark on his forehead is bright and vivid. His skin is sickly pale, especially his lips, which have no trace of blood. A pair of ice-blue holes, even when he is smiling, make people look...
A cool and refreshing feeling.
The most eye-catching thing is the silver zipper inlaid on his cheek, which extends from his temple, around his chin, and sinks into the other temple.
He was wearing a large white cloak, which was spotless. The skin of his exposed arms was white and smooth, glowing with a strange luster. The knuckles on his hands were well-proportioned, and the fingers were slender without any blemishes.
Staring at the image, Banhen propped up his chin with his right hand, lightly traced his index finger on the silver zipper, making a ding-dong-dong sound, and muttered to himself.
"The talent looks pretty good, where did you find the chick?"
Banhen suddenly enlarged the image of Huaji and looked at it for a moment: "The little chicken looks good. It seems that he has made money recently."
He suddenly turned around and asked, "Did he break your head?"
A few meters away from the sofa, stood a man with a bandage on his head. He was the director of the Ishikawa Martial Arts School.
The curator quickly replied: "Yes."
"Tell me what happened."
The director showed a look of reminiscence: "He came to me and said he liked the atmosphere of our martial arts gym very much. He asked me if the martial arts gym wanted to recruit a chief? The chief is the signature of the martial arts gym, how can we recruit him casually? I said no."
"He said he appreciated my frank attitude, then he broke my head, and then asked me politely if he could make an exception. I saw that there was a lot of blood, so I reluctantly agreed."
"I like people who know current affairs." Banhen smiled and changed the topic: "You want the Free Miners Alliance to cancel the attack on Magnolia Star?"
The curator's face changed slightly, his body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and said: "The enemy is too strong. If the three super masters attack rashly, I'm worried about breaking the superior's plan."
"You did the right thing." Banhen showed appreciation and then ordered: "Tell them that a batch of support equipment will arrive next month and let them be ready to receive it."
The curator who escaped the disaster quickly said: "Yes, I will tell them right away."
After saying that, he quickly opened the communication and passed the news in front of Banhen. The curator had been in Ishikawa for many years and had seen all kinds of ruthless people, but none of them could compare with the adult in front of him.
This adult is quite handsome, but he is definitely a ruthless character who kills people without blinking an eye. Whenever he is looked at, the curator has the illusion that he is being looked at by a cold robot.
At this moment, Banhen received a message from his boss. The message contained only three words - "Kill him!"
Ban He, who was leaning on his chin, chuckled softly and said to himself: "The boss is angry. Little chicken, you can't blame me for this. You have to go against the boss, tsk."
His eyes fell on the curator and he couldn't help but frown: "The boss gave me a difficult task."
The curator quickly said: "Is there anything I can do for you? Just give me your orders!"
Banhen asked softly: "The boss wants me to kill the young man in black clothes. Can you do it?"
The curator broke into cold sweat and stammered: "Sir, this, this... this villain is not strong enough! The young man in black is the chief's beloved disciple. This villain is no match for me."
At the end of the sentence, he lowered his head in shame, stared at the ground, and turned quickly. His ears stood high, nervously waiting for the adults' reaction.
What's the big deal if you lose face? If you lose your life if you try too hard, that's a big loss.
Banhen's sharp and harsh voice fell into his ears, as if coming from a far away place.
"You are indeed no match, but if you are determined, there is nothing you can do about it?"
The curator's mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that he was playing dirty tricks? As long as he didn't risk his life, he would do anything. He quickly expressed his stance: "As long as my subordinates can do what they can..."
"Don't worry, of course it's within your ability."
Banhen stood up from the sofa and couldn't help but stretch. With a look of satisfaction on his face, he said casually: "Kneel down."
The curator yelled, thinking he heard it wrong. He just wanted to raise his head but found that he couldn't move. He was inexplicably frightened and tried to struggle, but his body was out of control at all.
With a thud, he fell to his knees.
The curator's face turned pale. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his mouth.
"Actually, it's nothing, I just want to lend you your head."
Banhen walked up to the curator. Under his broad cloak, six flexible robotic arms stretched out. They flexibly controlled different surgical instruments.
Zhi, the high-precision laser pointer moved in a circle along the curator's head and forehead, and the other mechanical arm opened the curator's skull. The fresh and steaming brain was completely displayed in front of Banhen, looking like layers on the surface of the planet. The folds and meandering capillaries reveal a hint of intoxication.
"Human beings, a small, short-lived, fragile creature, have the most perfect masterpiece in the universe, but they don't know how to cherish it!"
Various data flashed quickly on the surface of his ice blue hole, and he began to perform the transformation surgery skillfully.
"Don't be afraid, a small operation will make you stronger than before."
"Of course, you will be a little uncomfortable. There is always a small price to pay for strength, right? Your physical fitness is average and you can't withstand a memory chip that is too strong. But this is okay, so as not to arouse the chick's vigilance. Just do it The energy overflow after the operation cannot be solved yet..."
"The boss is still too impatient, which completely disrupted the plan. Well, who is the boss? Let the boss be as willful as he wants."
"My forehead is so green, who is not angry? Don't you think so?"
The curator, who was unable to move, could hear half of Hen's mumbling to himself. He felt the cold needle pierce into his brain, but it didn't hurt. He had lost the sense of pain and his brain was numb.
What really frightened him was that something was trying to squeeze into his consciousness.
Every time the needle penetrated his brain, he felt as if he had lost something? But what was lost? He didn't know.
His consciousness began to blur, and strange and familiar memories emerged from the bottom of his heart. He seemed to be gradually waking up from a dream that kept reincarnating, and he seemed to have forgotten something elsewhere.
The skull has been sutured, the mechanical arm retracted into the white cloak, Banhen crossed his hands on his chest, admiring his brand new work.
The curator slowly opened his eyes, looking confused.
Banhen asked with great interest: "How do you feel? This body is of average strength and can only last four days before it collapses."
"So I only have four days to live?"
The curator's voice was deep and deep, as if he was a different person. He looked at his palms with a complicated expression.
"That's right." Banhen said with a grin: "I have implanted the mission. After you kill him, the remaining time is your free time. It's up to you. If you can hurry up, maybe you will have three days.
It’s semi-enjoyable. Oh, what do you call it?”
"Lu Tianhe!"
Banhen showed a look of surprise and saluted respectfully: "It turns out to be Master Lu who created the [Tianhe Formula]! Disrespectful!"
Lu Tianhe looked as usual and asked: "Are there any descendants of my Lu family still alive in this world?"
Banhen shook his head: "No more."
The Lu family line gradually withered after Lu Tianhe's death, and was completely cut off within a hundred years.
Lu Tianhe looked stunned and murmured to himself: "No more..."
Banhen smiled and said: "Master Lu, please help yourself. It will be interesting to finish the mission early and watch the fireworks in this world."
Lu Tianhe nodded towards him and said in a deep voice: "Farewell!"
After saying that, the figure disappeared.
There was only half a person left in the room. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He was so angry that he banged his head against the wall: "Can't you mark the fucking name on the chip? Lu Tianhe! Master Lu! [Tianhe Formula] is now all
It has been lost for many years, this is a complete set of inheritance! If it is installed in the body of a super master, I can torture it for many years!"
"I'm so angry! What a stupid curator! This trash! Crippled! What a waste of my best chip!"
"No! When the task is completed, you must ask your boss for reimbursement!"
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Finally finished filming!
Everyone was paralyzed on the ground, and even the painting halberd was a little overwhelmed. No one expected that the camera phobia was so serious, and there was no progress at all, and it was completely out of control.
Fortunately, He Yuchen was full of ideas and came up with a solution that was not a solution.
With her back half turned to the camera, Zhao Ya rushed forward and smiled at the camera. In this way, as long as the face was not photographed as stiff as a mummy, the difficulty dropped sharply.
Besides, for hyping up scandals, everyone only needs to know that he is a man. As long as Zhao Ya's smile is sweet enough and comes from the heart, and everyone can win over her, then she is qualified.
It just gives everyone some room for imagination.
He Yuchen's idea was unanimously approved by everyone, and after several efforts, it was finally completed. Zhao Ya's professionalism is quite excellent, and the entire short film is a showcase of her acting skills.
Like a wooden pole.
Hua Ji waved his hand feebly: "Ah Cheng, the money has been transferred to you, you can go back by yourself, ah."
At this time, he had returned to normal. Seeing everyone staggering around and sitting paralyzed on the ground, he was filled with guilt. He didn't know what was wrong. When the camera was directly directed at him, he would be at a loss.
He said sheepishly: "Chief, how about... I take half of it?"
When Huaji heard this, he immediately said sternly: "How come you only have half of the truth in what you said? Your chief and I are the most fair and impartial people. Once I say something, it's hard to keep track of it! Don't let me do things that go against my principles!"
I can't help but respect the chief even more.
This is probably the super master!
Seeing him boarding the [Iron Plow King] and roaring back to the farm, Huaji happily opened his account and looked at the numbers on it with a smile on his face.
The communication suddenly rang, Chief!
The smile on Huaji's face froze. The money was about to disappear before he could warm it up. He weakly answered the call: "Hey, boss, how do you know..."
He suddenly paused, with a solemn expression on his face: "What? [Dark River] is activated?"
