"When, the layer number +1, the current layer number is 700..."
"When, the layer number +1, the current layer number is 701..."
…
The passive kept stacking up inexplicably until it stopped at 705. Qiao Shuya was also a little confused. Thinking of this, it must be that his apprentice Yuan Zhiai started killing monsters and assisted himself.
It seems that there are a lot of benefits from getting assists. How about you really recruit a few more apprentices?
Collect a hundred and eighty, and then you can stack passives every day while lying down, instead of looking for strange monsters everywhere now.
When he arrived at the association, he saw the panda Lao Chen greeting him at the entrance of the association, but he didn't see Yuan Zhi'ai. I'm afraid she was killing strange demons now.
"Sorry, Qiao Shuya, I'm afraid I will stay here for two more days at most, and I will go back to District 2 the day after tomorrow." Lao Chen said to Qiao Shuya very embarrassedly.
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Qiao Shuya also smiled and patted the panda on the shoulder.
"Alas, I haven't learned Chakra yet, nor have I fully taught you the Patton Technique and the Gun Drawing Technique." Lao Chen was very embarrassed. These days, under Qiao Shuya's "prompts", it has really learned it. Rub the light wheel into eight sections.
It's just that it's still far from actual combat, but it can already see the damage involved.
"No problem, no problem. Let's have a party and have a few drinks together." Qiao Shuya smiled. Lao Chen's vacation is just over. There is still a chance to come over during the winter vacation or the anniversary celebration in District 2. Play.
"By the way, where is Yuan Zhi'ai?" Qiao Shuya asked.
"She went back to her family. I don't know the details." Old Chen said.
"Then I'll send her a message and ask her to bring some food back." Qiao Shuya said.
…
Tokyo at the end of August carries the smell of sea breeze. This is the end of summer, and Tokyo at this time is very hot.
At this time, at the prison door, the young master of the Suzuka family walked out with a livid face.
His legs were shaking, and his butt hurt from the day he spent in prison.
Damn watchman! He remembered this grudge!
There are also those useless losers. It is really shameful that so many people can't compete with one lawyer. They will only live in expensive rice. They might as well fill them all with cement and sink them into Tokyo Bay.
He looked in the direction of the Watcher Association building, with a ferocious look in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth immediately turned up.
Their experiment has been more than half successful, and now there are ten successful experimental subjects. Maybe it won't be long before they can completely master the power of strange demons. What kind of watchers will they need at that time?
When everyone can use the power of strange demons, in a world where everyone is like a dragon, how can there be a place for watchers like you to stand?
When the time comes, what happened today will be repaid tenfold!
They think what they are doing now is like Prometheus, the fire thief, and the watcher is Zeus.
They must be cautious, cautious, and more cautious. Only when they achieve success and fame can they go out and take back everything that belongs to them.
However, I am afraid that if today's incident is spread, my reputation in this life will be ruined.
He limped out of the prison.
However, inexplicably, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the prison together.
"Uh, Master!" He looked silently at the old man in front of him, whose face looked like a dead horse.
That was the head of the Suzuka family, one of the actual people in power in Tokyo, but this old man seemed to have just come out of prison like him, and his expression was extremely ugly.
The two looked at each other and turned their heads away in embarrassment.
Damn Watcher brat!
Damn the Watcher miscellaneous cultivators!
The two of them cursed inwardly at the same time.
Even though they only went in for a day, the shadows inside may be something they will never forget.
The two were riding in the same car and looked at each other with the same Sima face.
"What do you think?" the old man said.
"Kill them, be sure to kill them! There is an old saying in District 2. Thirty years from Hedong to thirty years from Hexi. After we have completely mastered the power of the alien demon, I want to fuse a super S-level alien demon. I must kill it. Them!" Master Suzuka was furious and helpless.
At least until now, he has been nothing but incompetent and furious.
Although their experiments have been successful in many ways, they are all half-finished products. They, a group of people who cherish their lives, will not use them on themselves so easily.
"No, you still can't calm down. Young people can't be too angry." The old man is still calm after all. Perhaps his passion has cooled down long ago, and now he has a mentality of neither liking things for things nor feeling sad for himself.
"Then what should we do? We can't do anything, we have no power, we have nothing..." He clenched his fists tightly.
Why is it so unfair? Why are some people born to be watchers? Why are some people born to be blessed by gods and gain extraordinary power, but they can never become extraordinary.
Even Kyoto and their family friend Genji both had a watchman, but they could never be favored by the gods.
Damn, that's not fair!
Human beings cannot always rely on the illusory gods. They must have their own extraordinary power that they can control!
"Is that young man the master of the little girl from the Genji family?" the old man continued.
"Yes, Genji has been completely tied to the association. They have lost our honor and loyalty and have been completely tamed by that group of people. They just want to train another watcher." Master Suzuka said slowly.
"None of this matters. That 17-year-old kid is very interesting. Is he a severe diabetic? The watchman can also suffer from such a disease?" The old man was very surprised, but it didn't matter. "What we have to do now is to stabilize the situation. Someone needs to be sent quickly to bow and apologize in front of the media.”
The two looked at each other and thought about who should apologize.
…
At the same time, the case against the Watchmen was concluded, but public opinion continued to ferment.
This grand and absurd farce has come to an end, and the entire 11th district government can be said to have lost face. Not only that, they also need to face the doubts of the public, especially the Tokyo Public Security Bureau who did not report the news about the strange demons, but let the ten An incident in which many police officers died.
They are also ordinary people, other people's husbands, fathers, and children.
The current Prime Minister held press conferences and on-site meetings, and publicly apologized to the people in person.
"It is our negligence. Our government is incompetent and did not discover that the Tokyo Public Security Bureau was so corrupt. We will also bow and apologize, seriously reflect and make corrections! Red bean paste Smi Marseille!" The Prime Minister said deeply to the camera. bow.
Most of the people's anger has subsided. After all, the Prime Minister bowed and apologized in person...
Among the crowd, there was only one young man wearing a mask, who slowly took out a detonator from his arms.
District 11 is hopeless, and only blood can save it.
(PS: The biological clock is a little messed up today, it will be updated at this point, and it will return to normal tomorrow)
