Jason in front suddenly turned around and asked Aisharo.
Aishaluo was stunned for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know..."
"Because snails are the smallest cows! Hahahaha..." Jason laughed.
Aishaluo looked at him speechlessly, and the two little guys next to him also looked at him speechlessly.
He was the only one among the four who laughed.
"Hahaha...uh...haha...don't you think it's funny?" Jason finally stopped laughing. Looking at the speechless expressions of the three people around him, he seemed to have finally realized how funny he was.
It's cold.
"Uh... Okay... Okay, let me change the joke."
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The motorcycle slowly drove into the yard of his home. Gallon pushed the motorcycle and found that no one else was there.
There was no one at home, and it goes without saying that Tris and Emma must have been working on their own research projects.
After putting the car away, he opened the door and entered the small building, put on his shoes, and closed the door behind him.
For some reason, he has been lingering in his mind about the strange reaction of Sister Alisha. The soul seed will not react for no reason.
That familiar feeling is like the strange feeling you get when you see the history of the planet in the totem world.
I quickly returned to my room, took out my laptop, opened it, and connected to the Internet.
Browsing the recent news related to Glendo Town, the first thing that appeared was Mika Bear. The largest bear in the world has now become the hottest topic in this forest, not only in Glendo Town, but also in surrounding areas.
Many small towns in the distance have a large number of tourists.
Apart from this news, there was another wild wolf attack on humans, causing one death and one injury. Nothing else was seen.
Closing the computer, Garen fell into thought.
Snap.
Suddenly, an extremely small crisp sound came from downstairs. Others might only think of this crisp sound as the explosion of wood in a wooden house.
But Garen suddenly came back to his senses, stood up quietly, walked to the door and pulled it gently. The wooden door was opened silently without making any sound.
He slowly poked his head out from the guardrail of the stairs on the second floor and looked down.
Below, a bald man in black leather clothes was walking calmly and silently in the room. He looked left and right, as if he was searching for something.
There is a white phoenix pattern tattooed on the chest of his black leather coat. There is a white phoenix pattern on the clothes of a strong man. It does look a bit weird. But the man doesn't care at all. His face is dull. There is no blood color in his skin.
It's like wearing a mask.
Garen watched him quietly as he walked around on the first floor. He did not go to any other room. The bald man walked straight towards his sister Vivien's bedroom. He reached out and touched the door lightly, and he suddenly looked up.
The guardrail on the second floor was empty, without any sign of anyone.
The bald man frowned. He lowered his head and reached out to push open Vivien's bedroom. But he didn't go in. He just stuck his head at the door and smelled it.
"There is no smell of Aisharo." He suddenly whispered, his voice was low Asian Quran.
Garen once spent half a year learning several major languages commonly used in the world, and now he was able to fully understand the meaning of his words.
Only then did he notice that the bald man was wearing a black device like a headset microphone on the side of his face, close to his cheek.
"We found residue here. It must be her." A very thin female voice came from the headset.
"It looks like I'm going out to play temporarily. This mission is quite easy." Baldhead said with a low smile.
"Don't be careless. There are so many D-class people in front of you who have failed. It won't be for nothing." The woman whispered.
"Don't worry, we are not those D-class trash." Baldhead smiled lazily.
He quickly closed the door, and then followed the footsteps back step by step, without missing a beat. At the same time, he took out a long pole in his hand, and a round wiping plate full of plush popped out from the end. He wiped the footprints he walked back.
Erase them all one by one.
Soon, the bald head erased all traces, gently closed the door, turned around and left.
From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of going up to the second floor. He obviously knew that there was someone on the second floor.
After the door closed gently, Garen's figure appeared behind the door, looking through the peephole. Looking at the bald man's leaving figure, a smile finally appeared on his face.
"The breath of potential..."
He gently touched the place where the bald head had touched with his hand, and the familiar smell made his originally bad mood improve.
"That bald head must be from some organization, and he came specifically to find Sister Alisha. He still has residual potential in him... It seems that there should be a lot of things with potential in this world. This is good news."
Long smiled slightly.
He suddenly remembered where the strange feeling in Sister Alexa came from.
It was a feeling similar to that of the original Baker Stone Eye, Goethe. It was a special induction of the soul, and it was due to some indescribable reason.
If I have to describe it in detail, then this feeling is the general trend!
Like Baker Stone Eyes and Goethe, the Alexa sisters should also be the ones who influence the general situation. They are the first dominoes in the beginning. To be more precise, they should be said to be the source of change and development in the world, just like the first small dominoes in the butterfly effect.
Like a butterfly, every time it flaps its wings, it will form a weak influence. Eventually, these influences will gather together and be amplified layer by layer, turning into an unparalleled huge storm.
Galen took out his cell phone, checked the time, and quickly sent a text message to Raphael.
They responded quickly.
"I'm home now. Don't worry, I will take care of myself."
"That's good."
Garen was not willing to cause trouble and loss to Raphael because of himself, so although he did exactly what the vampire hypnotized him to do, he delayed his return a lot.
Gently opening the door, Garen looked around and found no one protecting his Raphael, nor any trace of the bald head.
He sniffed his nose, walked out of the yard easily, and walked toward the fork off the road on the left.
No one paid attention to the behavior of a teenage child. At noon, most people went home to eat. There were very few cars on the road and almost no passers-by. Only the sound of voices could be heard from time to time in the house.
The sun was scorching hot, making the ground sweltering.
Garen was walking on the green grass. The forest where Grandor was located was different from other forests in other places. The grass here was particularly high. There was grass growing on the grass that was as deep as the calves. Only the upper part of the knees could be exposed for walking.
Most people would pay attention to venomous snakes and insects in the grass when walking, but Garen didn't care at all. He strode apart from the grass and followed the bald head's scent.
Slowly, the surrounding trees began to become denser, from sparse to continuous, forming large shade trees that blocked the sun.
Soon, two figures in black leather clothes could be faintly seen in the grass between the trees in front. One of them was the bald man who had just left, and the other was a black-haired woman with a fiery figure.
"You're wearing black leather clothes on such a hot day, is there something wrong with your brain?" Garen walked over with a smile.
"who!"
The bald man yelled loudly and looked over here.
Under the watchful eyes of the two men, Garen slowly walked out of the grass and stepped on several arched tree roots protruding from the ground.
"You two just came to my house as guests. How come you don't recognize the host so quickly?"
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled easily.
The bald man had a ghostly expression on his face and glanced at the woman next to him in confusion. The woman also shook her head at him, saying that she didn't know what was going on.
"Who are you?"
His hand quietly touched the silenced pistol on his waist.
"What kind of organization are you two from? Why are you sneaking into my house and running around?" Garen ignored the other party's little movements and suddenly switched languages. His fluent Asian Koran made the other party's pupils shrink slightly.
"Do it!"
The bald head suddenly rolled to the left, a black pistol appeared in his hand, and three shots were fired instantly. Then without looking at the results, he stood up and hid behind a big tree.
The woman also rolled to the right and made the same movement.
Six bullets instantly covered all the directions of Garen's dodge. They were extremely accurate. Even if he stayed still, two bullets were shot at his eyebrows and heart.
But the moment before the two men shot, Garen's body arched up. He rushed forward, rushed into the grass like a poisonous snake, and rushed towards the bald head. All six bullets hit the grass behind him, and none of them hit.
.
He grabbed his right arm forward.
Hiss...
His arms actually bent like noodles. He bypassed the wide tree trunk and slammed the bald head that was about to dodge onto the tree.
The sharp claws and nails were sharp and pitch-black, and they were like metal hooks, slamming the bald head's neck upside down onto the tree trunk.
While the woman on the other side looked like she had seen a ghost, Garen stood in front of the bald head with a soft smile on his face.
"Can you answer my question now?"
"Of course..." The bald man swallowed, and raised his hand to signal the woman to put down the pistol. His face turned pale, and his heart was beating wildly. He was caught strangely as soon as he met her, and he looked at the other woman's dark and sharp nails.
He knew that he might have kicked the steel plate this time.
"Whatever you want to ask, we won't dare to hide it at all!" He said cheerfully without any resistance.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"We are peripheral members of Asia White Phoenix, temporary mercenaries. We are here to take over the task of capturing the escaped experimental subjects,"
"Asia White Phoenix? What kind of organization is this?"
"It is one of the military branches affiliated with the original color. You can find information about the original color group on the Internet." Baldhead replied quickly.
"Then what does experimental subject mean?"
"I don't know. We are just the outermost mercenaries. The past and future of the mission target is none of our business. As you know, sometimes knowing too much can make you lose your life." Baldhead answered in a bachelor's manner.
"The experimental subjects are the Alisha sisters?"
"Yes. In addition, our main goal is to capture alive. We will only attack if we can't capture alive..."