Tru hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Boss, why don't we get the snake charm in our own hands?"
"No need."
Fang Mu shook his head.
To him, the most important thing about the twelve talismans is the legendary skills on them.
As for the talismans themselves, except for a few, such as the Ox Talisman, the other talismans were not of much use to him.
What's more important.
"It's in our best interest to release the talisman!"
Fang Mu raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. The sky was blue and cloudless.
The eight immortal gods have their eyes on the twelve talismans, and now they gather the talismans in their hands to attract their attention.
"oh."
Tru replied dully. He actually didn't quite understand Fang Mu's thoughts, but since Fang Mu had a plan, he just had to obey his orders.
the other side.
Wesley woke up and when he opened his eyes, he saw the open drawer in front of him and a gun lying quietly inside.
"Huh? Why did it turn on?"
"Uh. I made a sudden stop just now. It might be a little unstable."
Photographer Eisen's eyes dodge a little.
"Stop?"
Wesley's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and slapped him.
"I said I felt a little dizzy. It turned out to be a good thing you did!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Eisen lowered his head and apologized blindly.
Wesley cursed loudly and even slapped him several times.
After a while, his anger subsided a little.
"Where's my stone, a thousand-year-old artifact?"
"Here, on the edge of your seat."
Wesley quickly picked it up and took a closer look. He was relieved when he found that there was no damage.
"Fortunately, it's okay, otherwise you would be finished! You know what?"
Eisen didn't dare to refute, and lowered his head even lower.
"Hurry up and drive!"
"good."
The car started again.
But not long after they started, they were forced to stop again.
Huh?
Why ‘again’?
Wesley frowned. He always felt that something had been overlooked by him, but no matter how he thought about it, he never remembered it.
And the scene in front of him didn't give him more time.
Two cars appeared and blocked their way.
Several people who were not easy to mess with at first glance got out of the car.
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I am not someone to be trifled with!"
Wesley forced himself to calmly take out the pistol, indicating that he was not without the power to resist.
A cool man wearing sunglasses came over and he just threw out an ID.
"fbi."
"fbi?"
Wesley swallowed.
He just 'took' a stone, so there was no need to alert the FBI, right?
Could it be that what he did before was discovered?
That’s not even close to the level of the FBI!
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I am a well-known TV host. If you dare to enforce the law randomly, be careful that I expose you!"
The cool man looked at him without saying a word, but the irony was extremely clear.
Wesley was angry.
"What's that expression on your face? Do you look down on me? Let me tell you! I have a very close relationship with the brother-in-law of the TV station director's wife!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wesley felt lucky in his heart.
Fortunately, fortunately I didn't tell the secret.
With his personality, he can still be a host on a TV station, all because of this secret!
"I know that you are having an affair with your station director's wife."
The cool man said in a calm tone.
Wesley's face froze, he pointed at the cool man and shouted angrily.
"You, you, don't talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for slander! Do you know about slander?"
He tried hard to calm down, but he was a little panicked in his heart.
How did they know about this?
Is that why they came here?
They want to deal with the station director's wife, or the station director, so they want to find him as a breakthrough?
If he were at the level of their director, he could indeed alert the FBI.
But that’s not right either!
Their station director's wife knows how to play. He is just one of the people being played with, and he has already fallen out of favor. Otherwise, how could he be in this situation, with a photographer next to him.
With his current identity and status, what's the use of looking for him?
But what if?
What if they took a fancy to his unparalleled strength?
Wesley's eyes flickered, thinking about how he could benefit from it, but the cool man's next words made him fall completely into the ice cellar.
"We're here to find that rock!"
"Stone?"
Wesley's eyes were blank for a second, and then he spoke as if nothing had happened.
"What stone? I don't know what you are talking about."
Using the cover of the car door, he stuffed the 'stone' in his hand into his pocket without leaving any trace.
"Let me do it!"
A strong-looking black woman came out and opened the car door without saying a word.
Really ripped apart!
The car door was like a thin layer of paper in her hands. With a slight tug, it was torn open!
Wesley and Aisen, who saw this scene with their own eyes, broke out in a cold sweat.
What kind of monster is this?
How could normal people have such strange powers!
Both of them were frightened, especially Wesley, who was extremely frightened.
Because the hands that opened the car door were grabbing for him!
"What do you want to do? The United States respects the law! Let me tell you, if you dare, ah! ah! ah!"
Eisen shrunk himself into a quail. He didn't even look at it. He closed his eyes and kept praying to his God in his heart.
Can't see me, can't see me.
In addition to every scream coming from his ears, his body trembled subconsciously.
Everything is actually very harmonious.
I don't know how much time passed, but the screaming finally stopped.
"Okay, I got the stuff."
"You clearly know that thing is on his body, why don't you just take it out? Why bother with so much trouble!"
One of them, a young man with fiery red hair who looked more like a street gangster, couldn't help but complain.
The tough black woman glanced at him.
"I just want to beat him up, do you have any objections?"
"No! How dare I!"
The red-haired gangster quickly raised his hands.
"If you can't get enough of the beating, there's another one over there, feel free to hit him!"
"he?"
The tough black woman glanced at Eisen and spat.
"One is enough to fight such a hot chicken! If you use more, your hands will be dirty!"
"What about these two people?"
A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking polite came out with a gentle smile on his face.
"How about I just deal with it directly?"
A gust of cold wind blew directly from Aisen's head to the soles of his feet.