Although the irritation brought by superpower exposure is far greater than the curiosity of unknown objects.

　　 But listening to his tone, these two types of things, ‘Strong Armor’ and ‘Curse,’ seem to be able to bring power beyond the limits of mankind? Will it be related to your own superpowers?

　　 With this kind of exploration psychology, Ai Liang decides to be patient and continue talking.

　　 "I don't know what I'm talking about? Is it useful to be foolish at this time."

　　 The guy who claims to be Mask No. 3 has a superior tone in his words.

　　 If this guy dubs a non-human villain in a magical movie, he will be able to do it perfectly.

　　 "If you are going to use this crazy language or movie settings to persuade me to join your so-called organization, forget it. I am not interested in the mutual aid association formed by patients with paranoia."

　　 Ai Liang inferred his personality from the tone of his conversation, deliberately using a questioning tone.

　　 "Hehe, don't use your ignorance to speculate about the world! Let me guess, is it your short knife or flying knife?"

　　 The other party was not stupid enough to be dazzled by one or two questioning words, and he did not reveal more information about the reproductive armor or the curse. Instead, he guessed at nothing about what Ai Liang was holding.

　　 "Forget it, these are not important, I am giving you one last chance, would you like to join us."

　　 "Before asking, shouldn't you introduce your organization first?" Ai Liang asked back.

　　 "You don't need to know, what you should tell you after you join will naturally tell you."

　　 is really ‘secret’ enough. If they organize the personnel department with all such people, can they really recruit employees?

　　 "If I can't give me the most basic understanding of your organization, then I refuse."

"what a pity."

　　 The man took off and turned off his headset, and said to his fellow technical housemate sitting in front of the computer, "Blow him up."

　　 "Are you sure? Even if he lied, he can join the combat department with his throat cutting skills. Isn't it too wasteful to kill directly."

　　 "I suspect that he has a curse, his skill is not worth mentioning compared to the curse." Mask number three said faintly with his arms around him.

　　 "Hey, you are the captain, you have the final say."

　　 The technical house is a bit dissatisfied with the jealous and jealous man in the mask. I don't know how many people have died under what he called "suspicion".

　　 But he is the captain in name after all, so he still has to listen to the orders.

　　 There was a sound of electric current in the earphone.

　　 "Are you dead?"

　　 "I don't know." The companion in front of the computer picked up the happy water, took a big mouthful, and then hiccuped.

　　 "The explosives in the phone are enough to blow up an iron gate, unless the guy can throw the phone out the moment before the explosion, otherwise he will probably not survive."

　　 The man who claimed to be Mask No. 3 didn't think so: "What if that guy picks up a defensive curse or strong colony armor?"

The technical house looked at the devilish masked man and dispelled his unrealistic thoughts: "Come on, don’t you know how rare are cursed objects and strong colonies armored armor? How can these controlled objects be casually strayed? Go outside. I said number three. Don’t always have this kind of daydreaming. Even if he does have it, we may not use it anymore. In the end, he still has to hand it in."

"Don't forget, someone snatched a batch of armor from the organization ten years ago. The name Cut Throat Demon came out at that time. He probably acquired one of the lost batch of armor by accident. How can there be such a coincidence in the world!"

　　 The mask man ignored the advice of his teammates and thought to himself: "Since I can use the mask of Mr. Qianmen, I can definitely use the spell and the strong armor! Have you seen that kind of power, are you willing to be an ordinary person for a lifetime!"

　　Technology House didn’t take it seriously: “People might have real abilities, and their reputation depends on their own martial arts. Who said that you must borrow foreign objects? There are not a lot of people like this in the combat department.”

　　 In order to prove his claim, the technical house gave an example.

　　 "Besides, most of those things will make people turn into short-lived ghosts. I haven't lived enough. Instead of becoming a man and a ghost, I would rather be a technician."

　　Mask No. 3 sneered at the idea of ​​the technical house: "So what, what is the use of ordinary people's power in front of those weird monsters? It's not that death is dead, and ephemeral ghosts are better than dead ghosts."

　　 The technical house was too lazy to argue with this crazy guy, and refocused his attention on the computer screen.

　　 Seeing the technical house, the man in the silent mask was also a little more sober: "The explosion is not small, I called to warn the intelligence dealer, there are really good things so that he won't be taken first.

　　 Having said that, in fact, Mask No.3 knew from the bottom of his heart that the hermit might have gained a reputation through skill, but his luck did not allow it.

　　 What if, what if the hermit really has a curse?

　　'S desire for extraordinary power made the mask man reluctant to admit that the hermit earned his reputation by his own strength. He just wanted to treat the hermit as a lucky man who obtained a spell accidentally and then find an excuse to kill the corpse.

　　 "Hey, got it."

　　 The technical house did not look back, looking at the computer screen to encrypt the call.

　　 Seeing that the technical house ignored his mask and didn't want to be boring, the monitor staring at the bar dialed Moose's number.

　　 At this time, the masked man suddenly grinned and said, "That hermit is okay."

　　 The phone hasn't been dialed yet, but the masked man saw Ai Liang's figure through the bar's monitor, but the next moment, the monitoring was destroyed.

　　 "He has nothing to do with that kind of explosion! This guy must have special items! Hurry up and contact other people..."

Seeing that the masked man actually wanted to contact the fighters sent by Mr. Thousand Faces, the sensitive nerves of the technical house were touched, and his anger broke out after holding back for a long time: "Did you TM not wake up! The group of people is what we can instruct. Don’t forget Mr. Qianmen’s purpose this time, we have to finish everything that breaks him!"

　　 What else does the mask man want to say, but when it comes to personal safety, as the saying goes, clay figurines still have three points of fire, and the technical house will no longer follow his temper.

He couldn't help but yelled: "Every day you know about curses and curses. If you really have the aptitude, you will be transferred to the field service if you have already entered the upper ranks? Daydreaming all day long! I'm on the same level as you! I usually don't bother to make peace. You make money. This mission involves the Asian Union’s laboratory. If you mess up, Lao Tzu will be the first to collapse you!"

　　 The technical house that finished the ruthless talk slammed out, leaving the masked man alone in the room.

　　The scolding of the technical house made a shadow of the masked man's eyes flashed.

　　......

　　 On the eve of the explosion, Ai Liang threw the phone out after the end of the communication.

　　 Since the person on the opposite side can lock the operation interface, he will definitely observe the situation here through the phone camera, so Ai Liang did not use the power of thinking but chose the safest way.

　　 "Hey, are you okay?"

　　The sudden loud noise made him a little scared. Could it be that the time bomb in that box didn't work? Moose yelled in the direction of the bar anxiously.

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Ai Liang walked out from behind the bar unscathed, picked up a hockey puck and smashed the monitor.

　　 "...I just give you something according to the customer's request. I really don't know what's inside."

　　 Moos stood turbulently beside Ai Liang like a pupil who had made a mistake and was grabbed by the teacher. He was as honest as he could be.

　　 "I know, what camping equipment I want."

"......You're angry?"

"I do not have."

　　 "Are you angry..."

"I do not have."

　　 "You are obviously angry!" Moose yelled with a vibrato and pulled away from Ai Liang.

　　 "...If you don't bring me what I want, just cut your throat."

　　 Musi listened to Ai Liang's naked threat, but he was relieved. He smashed the big backpack at his feet onto the bar and said, "I'm ready!"

　　 Ai Liang stared at Moos strangely.

　　What kind of image is he in his eyes? Or is it that people in the intelligence business industry are so cheap that they won't be able to drive them if they don't say anything harsh?

　　 Throwing this cheap bones aside, Ai Liang took a rough check and confirmed that after he was fully equipped, he put a large mountaineering bag of more than 20 kilograms on his shoulders as soon as he raised his hand.

After 　　 fastened the straps, Ai Liang said, "The people who are looking for me are not small. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better go out to avoid the limelight in the near future."

"That's what I planned. The man was so lavish and scary. Dealing with this kind of person is death or injury. I still know that." Moose used his mobile phone to arrange the recent process and handed over a business card: "Here, this is Xia Qinian's contact information. If Lian does not contact him, it's up to you."

　　 Ai Liang took the business card and put it in his pocket.

　　 The black market is not as simple as asking acquaintances for their mobile phone numbers. If you want to know someone, you can only find someone to introduce you to your contact information and wait for the person to call you.

　　 Just like in ancient times, if you wanted to be familiar with a certain minister of the Central Government, you had to find someone to recommend it. It depends on your mood if others see you.

　　 Thinking about it this way, modern society seems to be no different from ancient times.

　　 Ai Liang took the key to the motorcycle and left the secret door of the bar, which led directly to the nearby underground parking lot.

　　 Only Moose and Ai Liang knew this secret door. Most of the ash vehicles in the parking lot were prepared by Moose, in order to make it easier to escape after being hunted down.

　　 Ai Liang simply wiped the dust off the motorcycle, tied the hiking bag to the back seat and drove out of the city.

　　......

　　 Two hours later, it was late at night. After leaving the feasting urban area, Ai Liang came to a barren countryside and wandered like a ghost among the invisible mountains and forests.

　　 A motorcycle and a mountaineering bag are floating behind Ai Liang. There is no surveillance and no humans here. He doesn't need to hide his abilities.

　　 The reason why Ai Liang chose to wear this black leather hooded trench coat to see Moos was not to fit the image of the hermit, but to prepare for the mountain camping tonight.

　　 There is no road for weeds and shrubs on barren hills~lightnovelpub.net~ Shirts and pants are easy to be scratched. Wearing a windbreaker is always more convenient than always wrapping your body with thoughts.

I have to say that the windbreaker is really convenient. It can be used as a raincoat on rainy days. You can hang a lot of weapons and knives on the inside of the clothes. Even the blood splashed during the killing is easy to clean up. Just put the clothes in the basin and pour the disinfectant bubble. For a while, nothing will be left behind.

　　 It’s no wonder that the killers in the movie like to commit crimes in their trench coats and raincoats.

　　The dark environment did not affect Ai Liang's sight. He took his luggage and equipment all the way to the top of the mountain, and finally chose a relatively flat open space halfway up the mountain.

　　 Ai Liang dug a large circular pit with a radius of two meters with the force of mind and set up a tent at the bottom of the pit.

After the erection of 　　 was completed, Ai Liang also moved the motorcycle down and laid a "roof" made of cross-woven branches and leaves on the entrance of the cave, and then intimately pressed half of the entrance with a boulder, and the excavated soil and rocks were piled up around.

　　 Ai Liang has no artistic bacteria. The mound looks like a lone grave from a distance, but he doesn't care about such trivial matters. The nearest town is dozens of kilometers away, and no one sees it anyway.

　　 Even a camping traveler would not choose such a barren mountain with no roads.

　　 As for why the tent should be placed underground, the reason is actually very simple.

　　 The mountains are deserted and there are a lot of wild animals. Ai Liang didn't want to sleep for a few days. When he woke up, he found that the clothes that had been torn into cloth were covered with fishy saliva or that animals such as bears, blinds, wild wolves were lying in the tent sleeping.

　　 Ai Liang got into the tent and pulled the zipper to seal the tent. He didn't need to breathe anyway, which would prevent some bugs from getting in.

　　 After making all the preparations, Ai Liang slowly closed his eyes and started a long mental treatment.