Enhanced Edition?
Block thermal tracking?
Upgraded!
Baker's eyes lit up. If [Incoming Void] could block the heat, then this lottery draw would undoubtedly be profitable.
It's just not blood money.
Because the two things drawn from the hero items made Baker feel a little drained.
The hellfire of the demolition genius?
Twisted Dryad sapling?
Why do I need these two things? Why don't I use Teemo's mushrooms instead?
Baker took out the [Twisted Dryad Maokai's sapling]. The sapling was cute and cute. It made a sound when it stood on the palm of Baker's hand, and the small branches on the sapling moved.
[Place small saplings to provide real line of sight. When an enemy is discovered, you can choose to move to the enemy's vicinity and initiate branch whipping (can grow, one year for saplings, ten years for Maokai)]
Baker blinked as he felt the sapling's introduction.
What does it mean?
Keep a sapling as a pet for ten years, and then harvest a Maokai ten years later?
That's what it means.
This year is 2005, and ten years from now, that is, 15 years, it will be almost the day when the Guardians of the Galaxy were established.
Well……
Keep it.
Baker walked out of the study, returned to the bedroom, looked around, then walked into the dressing room, found a shoe box, then placed the shoe box on the bay window and put the sapling in.
The sapling with an anthropomorphic expression yawned, and then stood still when it landed in the shoe box by the bay window. The two leaves of the sapling moved.
Baker laughed: "Let's call him Little Maokai."
The sapling was motionless, as if falling into a deep sleep.
the next day.
Baker got up and was about to go outside to buy a small flower pot to place Maokai when he received a message.
The boss of the Damocles Enterprise in the assassin circle, Brut the Pig, was killed by Black Caesar Duncan Vizsla at nine o'clock last night under the protection of many assassins.
at the same time.
Half an hour after the stupid pig Brute was beheaded, the Damocles corporate headquarters exploded, and Black Caesar left with his little woman, the five high tables of the InterContinental Hotel authorized the issuance of a restraining order.
Yes.
It's not a ban, it's not an expulsion, it's a prohibition order.
restraining order.
InterContinental chain hotels around the world will no longer accommodate Black Caesars. At the same time, all intelligence dealers, weapons dealers, and service providers are not allowed to serve Black Caesars...
besides.
Damocles sign was recycled by InterContinental Hotels.
Other than that, no, the top five high tables should have gotten some news, but they were worried about something and just made it to this step and didn't continue.
But it’s right to think about it.
If people in the assassin circle knew, they once had a company that had been killing people for the CIA, and it had also become a money laundering channel for the CIA.
Wow.
The five high tables would be very embarrassed.
Therefore, this should be some kind of agreement reached between the InterContinental Hotel and Black Caesar. The Five High Tables allowed Black Caesar to leave safely. At the same time, Black Caesar could not reveal the truth about Damocles Enterprises.
As for Vivian who is not dead?
hehe.
He is a CIA agent, and it is even more impossible to expose his own dirt.
……etc.
It was around nine o'clock last night?
Baker, who was wearing a long black coat, frowned. It was around nine o'clock last night, which was when the bonus came.
Are there any rules?
The first bonus was given after Wesley died, which was when [Wanted] was completely completed.
The second bonus, the battle in Jersey City is over, which can be considered the end of [Rampage Behemoth].
The third bonus, at 9 o'clock last night, Black Caesar sought justice for himself [Extreme Killer] was announced to be completed.
Is it related to this?
So why is there no bonus for playing [Assassin's Creed] in Spain?
Baker thought in his mind.
Very confusing.
However, Baker suddenly had a guess, but at the moment, there was nothing that would allow him to conduct experiments to prove his guess.
Not long after.
Baker walked out of the flower shop behind him, with a small box in his hand, not much bigger than an ashtray.
at this time.
Jingle Bell.
Baker took out his cell phone.
sister, Eileen Morton.
Baker frowned, thinking of the text message sent by his sister Erin on Christmas Eve. Yes, this girl said she might come to New York after the New Year.
There was silence for a while.
Baker answered.
"Hello."
"In New York?"
"...Not here."
Baker lied directly, and then, in a thought, the reconnaissance guards all over Manhattan sent a signal.
【The void is coming! 】
Baker glanced at it, and then his eyes fell on the taxi approaching Fifth Avenue not far away. He ran into the uninhabited alley next to it and became invisible.
"There is something I want to talk to you about..."
"Next time, I'm in a meeting now."
"Okay, next time then."
"Um."
Baker turned off the phone and stood at the entrance of the alley, staring at the taxi that was driving to Betrick's Cafe, his eyes flickering slightly.
The taxi stopped.
A beautiful woman got out of the back seat.
Both Baker and sister Erin inherited their mother's hair color, but Baker's appearance was inherited from his father, while sister Erin's appearance was inherited from her mother.
Blond, tall, and handsome.
Very pretty!
Baker looked at his sister Irene who got out of the car and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.
The next second.
Baker turned around and walked towards the 820 Building. Even though they were brothers and sisters, we were all independent individuals. Baker asked himself that this brother was not bad at what he said when he left.
To each his own.
That's good too.
Erin, who got off the bus at the coffee shop, seemed to notice something and turned around to look at the alleyway where Baker had just disappeared.
Come back to your senses.
Erin brushed her hair around her ears, and then stretched out her right hand toward the back seat, which didn't close the door.
Not long after.
A cute little blond girl who looked about five or six years old was led out by Irene.
The little loli said cutely: "Auntie, what are we doing here?"
Erin smiled and said, "Go in and buy a cup of coffee."
The little loli nodded cutely.
…
in the apartment.
After Baker came back, he sat on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows.
Jingle Bell.
Call again.
Baker took out the phone and took a look at it. For some reason, he seemed to feel a sense of loss when he saw that it wasn't his sister Irene's phone.
It's Gwen's.
"Beck, the information has been deciphered and sent to your mailbox."
"Is the information ready now?"
"Just? Please, Mr. Morton, do you know how many hosts I burned in order to decipher this locked information?"
"...The money is mine."
"You said five sets of high-performance hosts. Instead of paying for five sets, just buy me a service host recently launched by Stark Technology."
"good."
After complying with Gwen's request, Baker walked to the study, turned on the computer, and retrieved the deciphered document that Gwen had just sent.
…
