They also plan to follow the clues!
Qiming picked up the weapon and took out a tissue to wipe it with.
"You all have hidden stakes, how can they not?"
"What if it doesn't happen!"
"Without any awareness at all, the god-worshipping religion has long since disappeared."
Shen Qinghe was speechless.
Although this is true, you just suddenly took action... It was definitely to make money!
Qi Ming, however, picked up a small flying knife-like object from the body of the last person, thoughtfully.
Just now, this thing suddenly hit this man's knee. Even if he didn't get hit by the flying knife, this man couldn't run away.
But Qiming didn't feel any other threats, so the person who took action was on his side like Shen Qinghe's people?
Or is it because he is too strong and cannot judge?
Years of habit have made Qiming's attention only focus on targets that threaten him, which also makes him unable to pay attention to some people who are clearly around but do not show any hostility.
That’s it, it’s been an eventful time.
After these five people cooked the food, no new people from the God Worship Cult came to seek death. Qiming just earned 50 grams of sun stones out of boredom.
However, just after taking action, Qiming discovered a new mutation in his enhanced divine power.
In addition to the combat power comparison outline of the first stage, the dangerous shadow of the second stage, and the three-dimensional map construction of the third stage, a bright yellow cursor has been added.
Just when he was about to throw Xingluo, the cursor accurately appeared on his target. Soon, Xingluo penetrated the cursor.
Sight?
I just don't know if this thing is useful for bullets?
Shen Qinghe finally got some clues from this mission. They screened the people entering and leaving the entire market. Just after Qiming took action, some people were hurriedly acting suspiciously and were labeled by the Security Committee.
Not only that, Qiming took action twice, but Shen Qinghe failed to respond, which made him feel a deep sense of crisis.
Returning to the Security Committee, there was another period of crazy practice.
In the wasteland of doomsday, you have no control over your fate.
Whoever is not cruel to himself will be eliminated by the times.
…
Jiuzhou Anjie, the imperial capital.
A rare high-rise building after the apocalypse, in the private room of Shengtian Restaurant in the Imperial Capital.
Xia Houtian, who was wearing a black iron mask, arrived belatedly, opened the door and sat on the main seat of the sofa.
The other person on the other side of the sofa, who had already been here, suppressed his expression and looked at Xia Houtian and four men in black and sunglasses beside him, with murderous aura surrounding them.
"The leader of Dawn is really stylish."
Anyone who sees four tall bodyguards protecting a young man who looks gentle and weak will probably despise him. It is normal for that man to be eccentric.
Xia Houtian didn't seem to mind, he just picked up the teapot on the coffee table and poured a glass of water.
"The quality of the Pu'er produced in the greenhouse is really poor. Master Lan is being stingy."
The anger in Lan Qianze's heart became more and more uncontrollable, and he became angry when he saw this guy's unsullied appearance.
Now that the Anjie is in the wasteland, tea can only be produced in fluorescent greenhouses. Is it possible that he still wants to drink pure tea from the polar regions?
"Presumably a place like the Wasteland is short of energy, so even a greenhouse can't be built, right?"
They are obviously just a bunch of wasteland wild dogs, why are they pretending to be nobles here!
Xia Houtian took his time and said, "That's right. Who has the spare time to grow tea? Shuguang, as long as he kills people, that's enough."
Lan Qianze sneered, pretending to be so noble, wasn't he forced by the power of the Lan family to meet him?
Previously, Shuguang only asked a few deputies to come over to discuss business, which was totally insincere!
But even Shuguang, the number one mercenary group in the wasteland, has to buy into the favor of the Lan family!
This is Anjie!
No wild dogs allowed to run wild!
"Have you thought about the business of assassinating Qiming? 100 kilograms of yang stone is enough to run your Dragon Nest for several years. Looking at the entire security world, there are very few people who can afford such a price.
And it’s not just you, we also hired the killers from the King of Hell. We don’t expect you wasteland wild dogs to do anything, just make a noise.
They are responsible for the real hands-on work.
If this matter is done well, maybe the affairs of the Tianwai Ruins can be left to you. There are also big prices you can’t think of. do it! "
Xia Houtian's expression was hidden behind the black iron mask and could not be seen, but his modified voice remained as indifferent as water.
"I've already thought about it and won't do it."
"What? Don't do it! Do you know what you are talking about? This is a big business that you have never dreamed of! Why don't you do it?"
Xia Houtian finally drank the water in the tea cup and stood up from the sofa: "Because we don't deal with dead people."
dead?
Lan Qianze frowned, Qiming is already dead?
But before he could figure it out, Xia Houtian had already walked up to him, and before he could react at all, he raised his hand and crushed his head.
It's as easy as popping a balloon.
The entire skull exploded like a watermelon and shattered in all directions. Red and white viscous liquid sprayed half of the room.
Explosive divine power, limited activation level, looks as if Xia Houtian himself is infinitely powerful.
No one can see how he does it.
Behind Lan Qianze, the two bodyguards had just touched their hands to their waists when their employer turned into a scarlet blood hole in front of them.
Xia Houtian picked up the suit jacket hanging on Lan Qianze's chair and slowly wiped his dirty palms.
The two bodyguards belatedly pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Xia Houtian, who was very close at hand: "How dare you, a mere wasteland wild dog, take action against your employer!"
Another very old man who had been behind him stood up in fear and retreated to the corner.
Xia Houtian casually pinched the bodyguard's gun-holding arm with his hand. With a little force, the grasped bones were squeezed into pulp like foam.
"Since you think I'm a wild dog, how can you expect a dog to be reasonable?"
"Ahhhh!!! My hand!!!"
The bodyguard wailed and rolled to the ground, struggling wildly and hugging his completely deformed arms in collapse.
However, Xia Houtian had already lifted him up again, this time grabbing his ankle.
Tear--
"Dogs only bite people."
The bodyguard's strong-looking calves were twisted 90 degrees, 180 degrees, and fell to the ground.
It's like handling a mouse.
"This time it's the left hand."
"And the left foot."
The entire bodyguard was torn into pieces with his bare hands and then thrown out with a hint of disgust.
"Hey, how can such a thing deserve to dirty my hands? You guys."
Xia Houtian waved his hand, and the bodyguards behind him fired in unison, beating the two people opposite them into pieces.
Horrible, bloody, brutal.
This is synonymous with Dawn Dragon Head.
With the muffled sound of the silencer echoing, the old man was the only one left in Lan Qianze's side of the huge room.
The old man had already turned pale with fright, and was lying limply in the corner.
Crazy, all crazy.
All the people in the wasteland are crazy! !
Xia Houtian's voice still had no fluctuation, but he didn't know if it was because of the bloody smell that filled the room, but it seemed a little sinister.
madman?
In these troubled times, who is not crazy?
