The Earth Disaster is dead. Even if Zhang Lang doesn't come out to help, the army can handle the remaining little monsters. The main reason why he is so active is to earn some killing rewards...
In addition to himself, there is Xiao Mo on the other side, who is also killing the sea monsters in Pulitzer Harbor.
As a powerful mechanical warrior of an unprecedented level, Xiao Mo's independent combat ability is not inferior to that of an experienced senior hero.
At least, compared to the maned wolves in the nine-story underground palace, the Thunder and others are many times stronger. Coupled with various powerful weapons, they can kill such little monsters more efficiently than Zhang Lang.
As for the sky disaster monsters in Karusam, he can no longer control them...
More than 10,000 kilometers, if he jumps at full speed, he can return before the mission deadline, but by then, the army will probably have solved the problem long ago, and it will not be his turn to score points.
So, after racking up enough points and helping the army eliminate the monsters in Pro City, Zhang Lang randomly found a bar whose door had been destroyed.
The boss must have evacuated, and the store was now empty. Zhang Lang took a bottle of unknown spirits from the wine rack, sat down at a table with a view of the street, and watched the people coming and going outside. The army that cleaned up the monster's corpse began to drink.
However, this leisurely time did not last until the end. A blond girl in her late teens walked in.
"Hey! Do you want to drink it yourself?" The girl came to Zhang Lang's side carelessly, picked up Zhang Lang's wine, poured a glass, and drank it in one gulp!
Then "poof" it spurted out instantly...
"Ahem..." The girl frowned and wiped her mouth: "What the hell are you drinking?! Is this wine?"
Zhang Lang drank another glass and ordered the wine bottle: "I don't know, I chose it according to the degree!"
The girl picked up the wine bottle and looked around, only 96% recognized...
"Is this something for people to drink?" The girl looked at Zhang Lang with a puzzled look on her face: "Can you at least mix some Coke with some ice?"
Zhang Lang turned his head and glanced at her: "Reincarnator, right? What do you want from me?"
Seeing that he got straight to the point, the girl also laughed: "Actually, this is not the first time we have met. My name is Gloria, and I am the driver who drove the Holy Son before. I watched you kill the Disaster of the Earth with my own eyes. I admire your strength very much. So I want to get to know you..."
"Want to talk?" Zhang Lang looked around: "Let those outside come in together!"
"Don't be nervous..." Gloria flipped up her hair, exuding her feminine charm intentionally or unintentionally: "It's just me, I really just want to make friends!"
"friend?"
Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows, suddenly raised his hand and slapped it fiercely, with a click, the solid wood round table was smashed to pieces by him, so frightened that Gloria suddenly jumped several meters away, took out a pistol and pointed it at Zhang Lang, nervously He was breathing heavily, with tears in his eyes.
At the same time, several Samsaras armed with weapons broke in through the door and windows of the bar and surrounded Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang sneered: "Only... yourself?"
Seeing that he had no intention of continuing to attack, Gloria swallowed, took a deep breath, and slowly put down the gun.
"It's me who wants to see you!" At this time, a young man wearing a high-level military uniform motioned to others to put down their weapons and walked up to Zhang Lang: "Let me meet you. My name is Aiwen. I am the captain of Altar No. 885. In this mission world , I was lucky enough to get the identity of a commander..."
"Privilege card?" Zhang Lang pointed out the opponent's props with one sentence, making Aiwen even more impressed.
"Your Excellency is indeed a well-informed master!" Ivan tried hard to keep a smile: "I don't know which altar it comes from? How do you call it?"
"Just call me hunter!" Zhang Lang looked at the people around him: "What's the matter with such a big battle?"
"Hunter?" One of the bald men was surprised: "Are you the hunter? Earl Hunter?"
"Earl?" Others looked at him: "What do you mean?"
"I attended a rally a few days ago and got a piece of news..." The bald man patted his head and stared at Zhang Lang: "The nine-story underground palace mission that was announced to all reincarnations before, someone He cleared the ninth floor on his own... That guy is called Hunter, and his title in the mission world is Earl Hunter!"
"Clearing the ninth floor? Is it difficult?" another reincarnator asked.
"I heard..." The bald head took a deep breath: "The previous record was seven levels!"
Others looked at Zhang Lang even more differently. Someone in their team also received the mission, but did not choose to accept it. They still understood the scale of the mission. A collaborative mission with at least hundreds of people, and how can you clear it all by yourself?
"No wonder you were able to kill the doomsday beast!" Commander Ivan clapped his hands: "You are the most powerful sacrifice I have ever seen... no, the most powerful reincarnation!"
"If you just want to flatter me, don't bother me drinking." Zhang Lang stood up, took another bottle of liquor from the wine cabinet, took off the bottle cap with a pinch of his thumb, and poured a sip directly into his mouth.
"I have a better temper now, otherwise all of you would have been dead the moment you came in!"
Zhang Lang's threat made everyone take a step back. Only Alvin still insisted: "Mr. Hunter... We are here this time because there is something we want to discuss with you."
As he said this, Alvin smiled slightly: "Believe me, this will definitely be beneficial to you without any harm."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion was heard from Zhang Lang's hand. At the same time, a cold light passed by Ivan's ear and slammed into the wall of the tavern not far behind him.
Ivan was stunned with shock. He swallowed, raised his hand and touched his ear, and found that it was dripping with blood...
"What is it?" Others were shocked and raised their weapons. At this time, a young reincarnation man ran to the wall. After seeing it clearly, he shouted: "It's a bottle cap! He just unscrewed the bottle cap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Lang raised his hand, pinched the bottle, and actually cut off the mouth of the glass bottle. The cut was smooth, as if cut by a professional machine.
Zhang Lang put his thumb on the piece of glass and pointed it at Alvin, his eyes a little impatient.
Ivan suddenly felt a murderous aura locked onto him, which was unstoppable and unavoidable. As long as the opponent flicked his thumb, a hole would open in his body. Even the protective clothing on his body might not be able to stop it...
Is he angry? Why? Was it his posturing that made him unhappy? Or was he deliberately trying to make him impatient? If I don't get to the point, he's going to kill me?
The huge fear made Aiwen tremble all over. Before Zhang Lang's thumb popped out, he couldn't wait to express his request:
"I, I, I, I... want to invite you to join the 'Broken Sword'!"
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