Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"Communicator" This is the nickname given to Chu Mo by CCg. It is a very dangerous existence because it hunts for a variety of species and seizes Hezi. For three days in a row, the storm of the "communist" has not ceased.

This is a beautiful misunderstanding, because I never thought it was done by a human being, and Chu Mo was also happy to have this misunderstanding happen.

Search officer, kind. These two types of people are points for him. Whether it is Cookin or Hezi, he only lives for himself.

"It should be here, it's really hard to inquire." Chu Mo yawned. In front of him was a narrow street with various billboards on both sides of the street. There are various graffiti on the walls.

"But it's no wonder, after all, there are very few people coming here." Chu Mo stretched his waist, turned into a facade, followed the stairs all the way, and walked into a place like a basement.

This is a mask shop, but the decoration inside is weird. Although the room is wide, the lights are dim and the walls are covered with various masks. In the central hall, there are half-length models.

"Is anyone there?" Chu Mo looked around quietly and asked.

"Yeah, welcome, I am chanting." From inside the room, a man walked out. When his eyes touched Chu Mo, he apparently froze for a moment before returning to normal. The men's clothing is very trendy, and they also wear a pair of red color lenses, ear studs on the ears, and a little tattoo on the neck and arms.

"I have long heard that there is a very good mask shop in the 4th district, but I hurried for a long time and came here by car." Chu Mo smiled slightly, looking harmless to humans and animals, and spread his hands. "Then please chant Mr. , Help me make a suitable mask. "

Mr. Chan narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully. He took a notepad from the chair next to him and said slowly, "Where do you want to sit, guest, I will help you measure the size."

"Well." Chu Mo nodded and sat down.

"Do you make a mask for the first time? Full mask or half mask?" Mr. Chan asked seriously, "Or what style do you get used to? What is the job of this guest?"

"Half mask, I heard that it would be very uncomfortable to wear the full mask ... As for the style, it's really a headache. I haven't figured it out yet. Mr. Chan will play it by myself. I still believe it." Chu Mo shrugged. Answered one by one, "Well ... I am still an unemployed wanderer, all day long."

"Oh? What did the guest do as a mask?" Mr. Chan asked with a more curious expression.

"So to speak ... I was stared at by some strange person, I hope this will reduce the trouble. Isn't that all of you doing this?" Chu Mo said frankly, suddenly leaning his head on it. On the back of the chair, his eyes met with Mr. Chan behind him.

"Oh ... This guest is really an interesting human ..." Mr. Woo's mouth twitched, his eyes didn't seem to change, but a bloodshot line spread from the eyeball.

"However, if any kind of identity used to hide one's identity is discovered, they will all be killed, don't the guests know?"

"It seems that there is such a saying." Chu Mo still held his head and looked at Mr. Chan, looking very indifferent. "However, Mr. Chan, who bought this pupil, could hide Her eyes so well."

"You said this? I ordered it online." Mr. Chan took out the tape measure skillfully and began to measure the size, but he didn't close the eyes from beginning to end. "The size has been measured. It will take three days at the fastest. Right. "

Mr. laid down the notepad in his hand, which was covered with sketches of masks.

"But Mr. may not be able to get the mask in person ... Are you from CCg?"

"This is a big misunderstanding ... I was chased by the group of guys three times a while ago, and my neck was sore." Chu Mo shrugged helplessly, reaching for his neck and rubbing it, seemingly lazy. The expression suddenly became serious and suddenly turned around and swept back.

"Boom!"

Mr. 's reaction speed is quite rapid, almost at the same time, he raised his hand to block. Between the fists and feet, Mr. Chan only staggered for two steps and stabilized his body.

"This guest's skill and appearance are really not proportional." Mr. Chan's eyes became dangerous and rubbed his wrist. At the next moment, the figure disappeared directly into Chu Mo's eyes.

Only felt a breeze coming from behind. Chu Mo frowned, unable to think at all, completely relying on instinct, that is, hitting backwards with an elbow.

Chu Mo flew backwards and knocked down several bust models along the way. After turning around in the air, he barely stabilized his figure.

"Mr. 呗 is really hidden ..." Chu Mo covered his chest, a painful look, but the temperature of the quiet surrounding air suddenly began to drop.

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Chan tapped the ground with his toes, and the figure swept out again. Raising his right palm was a fierce shot towards Chu Mo. He would not give the enemy a chance to breathe.

"Om ~!"

A touch of Jianmang reflected in Mr. Chan's pupils, a momentary effort, a slender sword appeared in Chu Mo's hands.

"I'm so careless." Chu Mo's mouth twitched, where there was the appearance of pain before, as long as he can win, he never cares whether the means is despicable. Shuihanjian, with its light and sharp blade, can't be said to cut iron like mud.

Although the seed has the protection of Hezi, the unusual sharp weapon can be damaged, but Shuihanjian is an exception.

"Qiao ~!"

呗 Mr.'s pupils shrank slightly, and at the time of a thousand shots, the shoulder bag suddenly spread out, turning into a red Jiahe attached to the arm, collided with the water cold sword, and made the sound of gold iron.

Chu Mo and Mr. Chan both took two steps back.

"S-Class is really not easy to deal with. Sorry, sorry, Mr. Chan, itchy hands for a while. This is a deposit, so I came to get the mask three days later." Chu Mo showed an apologetic expression and turned Shui Hanjian It was put away again, and a stack of yen was drawn from his arms and placed on the table.

These Japanese yens are the result of his "hunting" in the past few days, some of which come from other species, and some from the search officer.

The skill of talking, Chu Mo actually began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's such a strange guy ..." Mr. Wow frowned and glanced at the deposit on the table. Chu Mo's figure had completely disappeared into the room. "It's a headache, it was a mess."

"Call ~"

In the alley not far from the mask shop, Chu Mo lit a cigarette. Before he entered the mask shop, he prepared a shadow here, ready to exchange positions with the shadow at any time. He deliberately dealt with chant.

By winning, he earns an S-level score. If he loses or feels troubled, he can also take a look at the strength of the S-level score.

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(End of this chapter)