I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Gin can really cause problems for people."

Nan Ling carefully removed the baffle of the vent outlet and looked down.

Very good, no one is there.

He jumped down lightly, and landed like a cat without making any sound.

I don't know whether it's because the cyan origin is too low or because Grenache is too capable. The personnel arrangement and monitoring points in this base are clearly understood. As a result, Nan Ling now seems to have opened his eagle eyes.

"Get out of the bathroom..." Nan Ling recalled the map that Jinjiu had shown him, "It's probably the stairs leading to the basement, and the deepest part is the central control room."

It's pretty close.

But in order to accompany Grenache in a play, Nan Ling probably had to fight with everyone from Cyan Origin—not yet able to kill.

Nan Ling complained that the request for gin was too much, and pressed one ear against the bathroom door.

... There are about two people nearby, are they guarding the entrance of the stairs leading to the basement?

what's the topic?

Nan Ling listened carefully again, and his expression gradually became very speechless.

Passerby A: "I didn't expect that Xiongtai has already entered the realm of God Transformation. I can see it today, it's really fate!"

Passerby B: "Nowhere, I never thought that there are people in the world with the same cultivation level as me. It turns out that I have a narrow vision."

...Sure enough, I shouldn't expect the people in the cyan origin to talk about normal things.

Nan Ling felt that his vision was also very narrow, at least he had never seen such a person with immortal cultivating novels. And... this is actually a middle-two disease with the same worldview, and it's really related.

However, the distance between these two people is so close to where they are...

That's easy to do.

Nan Ling casually pulled off the hypnotic gas given by the organization and let the gas diffuse in this small space—of course, a small part of it floated outside along the door.

He didn't even bother to hold his breath, and after waiting leisurely for a while, he quietly opened the door.

Unsurprisingly, the two were already lying on the ground at this time.

Nan Ling quickly glanced at the other side of the corridor and noticed some footsteps. Probably heard the sound of two people falling down, so I came to check the situation.

He swiftly opened the door of the basement directly - and then met a confused young man behind the door.

The other party was stunned for a moment because of the sudden appearance, but Nan Ling didn't even hesitate at all. He responded quickly and punched the artery on the side of the other party's neck. The unlucky **** fell softly without even rolling his eyes.

Nan Ling calmly closed the door behind him, locked it, and dragged the young man over to block the door.

Okay, this will probably delay it for a while.

He walked down the steps with ease, the pace was brisk and leisurely, and he didn't seem to be sneaking into the action at all.

Nan Ling also threw a few hypnotic gas down by the way, watching the little thing roll down to the lower end of the steps, slowly releasing a colorless and odorless gas.

This thing is really useful. If you use it yourself, you won't block your sight because you have to wear a gas mask.

hapiness.

"you--"

"—"

When the two guards in the basement saw that Nan Ling didn't even say a complete sentence, they were knocked down by Nan Ling's anesthesia bomb—thanks to the silencer, the infiltration operation didn't turn into an unparalleled operation.

Of course, only gin can use a boring name like narcotics, which is very pale and without any imagination - just like him. Nanling generally calls it the 'Frigga Bullet'.

When it comes to the muffler, Nan Ling has been wanting to complain for a long time - this thing is really all-round muffler! There is no sound at all! It felt as if the bullet was fired from another dimension after I pulled the trigger!

This is very scientific.

...that's a good thing.

Nan Ling jumped down the last few steps, lightly placed his toes on the ground, and took a look inside with the pistol probe.

Most of them slept, which was nice.

There was only one awake - an acquaintance.

"Who are you?" Todd covered his arm and looked at him, with blood gurgling from it - apparently he just kept himself awake in this way.

"Your father." Nan Ling said with a smile.

Todd: ...are you polite?

He tried his best to ignore the pain in his arm, and squinted at Nan Ling.

The intruder in front of him was wearing a black sports suit, with a black mask covering the lower half of his face, casually carrying a Glock 17, and standing languidly, almost leaning against the wall. It's not like he's here to smash the scene, the whole person's temperament looks like...

Like a high school student - I usually come out at night to run at night, and take a base by the way.

It's really unbelievable.

"Stop struggling." Nan Ling raised the gun and aimed it at Todd's forehead, with a casual tone, "I won't kill you, I'll be over after a sleep."

"A narcotic bomb?" Todd breathed a sigh of relief. "At least let me know who you are."

"I'm a member of the Rat Group. It's still worth thinking about." Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, and was very skilled at throwing the blame, "Do you think there will be people who come to trouble you?"

It's right to throw the pot and the rat group in the face of indecision.

Todd was silent for a moment.

"Impossible." He said firmly, "The people in the rat group don't know how to use pistols, and those reckless men rushed in with their submachine guns~www.wuxiahere.com~ Ah this, is that so?" Nan Ling felt that his useless knowledge had increased, "To be honest, I'm actually a newcomer."

Todd didn't bother to refute him, "Even if you are a group of rats, why are you attacking here?"

"It's just an order." Nan Ling answered in a long voice, "Do you think I'm very concerned about what's here?"

Todd adjusted his posture with difficulty, "I think so too."

"Goodbye then."

"Wait--"

Nan Ling did not listen to Todd's words at all, and instantly pulled the trigger.

Todd collapsed.

"—No wait," he said briskly, turning the pistol around in his hand, "Do you think I'm the kind of villain who will die from excess curiosity?"

Todd was unable to answer his words.

"If you have the desire to talk, it's safe to talk to an unconscious enemy." Nan Ling took a pocket pistol from Todd's hand, "...You really think I didn't see this thing."

Todd probably wanted to talk a little more and make his threats more explicit, but he got rid of it in front of Nan Ling.

"You're a negative teaching material, you know?" Nan Ling said into the air while installing a time bomb, "What nonsense, since you've already pointed a gun at me, then start it. You are such an indecisive little slob. Bah, I really thought someone was willing to chat with you..."

Vodka swallowed while listening to the long chatter coming from the earphones.

... There should be no one awake in the basement, who is Chat talking to?