The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy Eight

"Cooperation?"

Hearing this word, Dalilu and Bald were stunned at the same time.

But soon, Dalilu's face instantly distorted: "How can it be possible to cooperate with your contaminated chores!"

There was a cruel smile on Bazula's face. He walked to Dalilu's side in an instant, and **** were fiercely inserted into Dalilu's arm!

In an instant, screams appeared!

"I remember..." Bazula's voice seemed to be magical: "Can the virus be contagious?"

Dalilu screamed, his face full of anger: "What are you going to do!"

"I just want to know." Bazula said lightly, "What would happen if the Jangmen child was infected with the virus."

These words made Dalilu's body tremble, as if it were more unbearable than the pain on his arm!

"Wait a minute!" The bald head beside him hurriedly shouted, "What are you going to cooperate with!"

"That's right~" Bazula took out her finger and shook the blood on her finger: "I know a lot of things you want to know, such as funeral clubs, such as the mercenaries in funeral clubs, such as Na Neng I know the plan to destroy your ultimate roar, even the funeral club."

"What!" At this moment, the bald man stood up without even being scared: "What you said is true?"

"You probably just caught more than a hundred asylum seekers?" Bazula looked at her bald head and said faintly: "The next plan of the funeral society is for them. I even know the specific plan. "

The bald head quickly asked: "What is it!"

Bazura tilted her head: "Do you think I will tell you now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's talk to someone with a higher level." Bazula gave a bald glance with disdain: "Your grade...not enough."

"You!" The bald head wanted to make a move now.

"It's impossible." Dalilu leaned back against the wall and looked at Bazula with disdain: "Who do you think you are? A group of contaminated garbage is also worthy to talk to those people? The funeral house is true in Japan. It’s nothing more than a small terrorist organization in China. They are like a mouse in the house. Have you ever seen a virus that makes your house full of viruses in order to kill mice?"

"Boy." Bazula tilted his head and looked at Dalilu: "Are you really not afraid of death, are you? Oh yes, you may really not be afraid of death, but where is it?"

As he said, a transparent bottle appeared in Bazula's hand, and inside was a piece of green luminous liquid.

Dalilu's face changed: "What...what is this!"

"It's a virus that is extracted." As a liar, Bazula's ability to speak out is naturally not low: "Although we are hiding in some backward places, the research on ourselves and the virus has never stopped for a moment. This thing It can be regarded as an experimental medicine, which may give you some inhuman abilities like us, and similarly, it may fail. The success rate is about one in a thousand, how about it? Isn't it very high?

After saying this, Bazula raised his hand, and Dalilu was sucked by Bazula as if he was under control, and his palms grabbed his neck: "Come and try."

Dalilu held Bazula's dark arm and kicked frantically, trying to break free, but Dax's arm was like steel, and his palm was like a pincer.

"No... don't." Looking at the constantly approaching liquid, Daliru, who has always been proud of it, was finally terrified: "Please... don't."

Bazula sneered. He waved his hand and threw Daliru into the hands of his team members. He said, "Leave you alone for the time being, but you also reminded me of some things. Sincerity, then..."

Bazula threw a communicator to the bald head and said at the same time: "Tell you people above, I also know about the genome, and I also know what the funeral society intends to do with the Apocalypse virus. I believe they will be interested. of."

As he said, Bazula walked out: "Well, I'll take this kid back first. It's a personal hostage. This should make you more efficient."

"Wait~" Before the bald-headed words were finished, Bazula's figure had disappeared.

"Asshole!" The bald head kicked the next table fiercely, and at this moment, a group of soldiers rushed in: "Sir! Sir!"

Seeing this group of soldiers, the bald head became even more annoyed: "Are you the policemen in the movie!! You come here when things are over!"

A group of soldiers looked at the messy command room, bowed their heads and no one dared to refute.

"Let's go after it!" The captain said quickly.

"Come back!" The bald roared, he looked at the communicator in his hand and gritted his teeth: "Retreat."

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Inside the funeral society.

Xiuyan patted Roger on the shoulder: "Ying Manji is handed over to you."

Roger frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"Go out." Xiu Yan said: "You will also be responsible after the representative arrives for a while."

"Eh eh eh." Roger was unhappy at once: "Isn't there any action on the funeral club? There will be a plot next, and the agent will be here soon. You are leaving now?"

"I'll open the team channel for a while, and I can just listen to what you guys say."

"Damn, you should feel comfortable throwing your hand at the shopkeeper. This is."

"It's not that you can't handle it." Xiu Yan looked at Roger: "And you heard the conversation on the substitute's side just now. Obviously, when there are many white people, the group of guys have already had a clear xenophobic mood. Leave the team to you, your skin is here, and the group of people who talk will feel a little more comfortable. I do this to not intensify the conflict."

Roger rolled his eyes and said, "Don't make trouble for me. I don't know what you are like? You know better than anyone else who is a substitute. Isn't it easy for you to use them? Speak, What are you going to do?"

Xiuyan looked around, and said helplessly: "Solve some troubles."

"Trouble?" Roger thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Bazula!"

Xiuyan spread his hands: "Who else is there besides him?"

"Didn't he already run?" Roger frowned: "I know you are worried that this guy will ruin the plot, but with more than 30 substitutes here, Bazula can't be our opponent no matter how much he jumps. "

"It's impossible for him, but it doesn't mean that he won't find a helper." Xiuyan grinned: "The disadvantaged party must take advantage of it. This is my original method. Now, I just want to give him this line. Pinched!"

ps: I accidentally saw the word count and found that it was the same as the word count of Faye, and I was full of emotions.

ps: At the time of the word count, Faye couldn't write it at all. And this.... It seems that two-thirds of the story has just been completed. This makes me have to sigh how important the structure of a worldview is. Faye started to learn from death and escape, and in the mid-term changed to a traditional Western fantasy style. The pattern and brain power restricted me from writing in that book. And this book, borrowed from the "Endless Arms" worldview structure, made me unexpectedly discover why many people are willing to write genre novels that steadily upgrade and change maps, because there is really something to write. At the same time, I have to sigh that those who can write more than one million words in Invincible Stream are really strong.

ps: For this industry, I am still a newcomer, even if I have been in the industry for a year, I am still a newcomer. What to write and how to write your own style need to be constantly explored. Thank you for being able to support me even when I am so weak.