Now it is not Chen Jiang who occupies the body, but gluttony. Kong Gongtong shouldn't have said words that were similar to his meaning, only he could say those words. When others said it, he felt that those remarks were insulted.

What's more, a miscellaneous person who tries to become his inferior just because he got a scale.

The gluttonous claw grabbed through Kong Gongtong's chest, and the dripping blood rolled into his internal organs and rolled onto him.

Tao Tao accurately grabbed Kong Gongtong's heart, and pulled his heart out with a hard pull. Kong Gongtong's heart was still beating vigorously, and silver light flashed on the surface of this heart from time to time.

Tao Tao pushed away Kong Gongtong, who was already dead, held the heart, and stood up.

The dripping red eye-burning blood sprinkled on his clothes like splashed ink, and on his face and in his eye sockets, he clutched the heart and was silent for a long time. The raging black flame meekly converged towards the gluttony, and after a while, the gluttony absorbed all the black flame into its body.

Bailian Mountain was scorched earth, and Wang* removed the fire shelter and fell to the ground limply. The fire shelter is made by the third generation of the head of Mount Emei, and it has never been burned down for thousands of years, but now, the fire shelter is covered with dense cracks.

That one just now, is that Kong Gongtong's trick to press the bottom of the box? Wang* gasped. She was suddenly a little glad that she didn't make a rash move, otherwise, she would definitely be burned to charcoal.

By the way, what about the senior of the special six who played tricks? Wang* hurriedly took out the binoculars from his treasure bag, glanced around the scorched earth, and saw a young man in his age of twenty-seven or eighteen, standing alone under the dark sky.

Kong Gongtong also appeared in his field of vision, and Wang* moved the camera down, and finally focused on Kong Gongtong. Since Punch Gong Tong was ranked 35th on the wanted list, he has become a favorite in the hearts of the second and even first series commissioners of the National Shield Bureau.

So far, there are twenty second-order commissioners who have died at the hands of Kong Gongtong, and even the first-order commissioners have been killed or wounded.

Wang* asked himself if his strength was no worse than any of the commissioners in the first sequence. But compared to the young man, she was not half a star worse. At the very least, she couldn't directly disembowel Kong Gongtong in battle.

Perverted, wicked, old wicked!

Wang* didn't believe that the man who killed Kong Gongtong was as young as he looked on the outside.

The gluttony crushed the beating heart, and the black blood juice splashed him again.

He crushed flesh in one hand, and in the dripping flesh, a fan-shaped jet-black scale appeared in front of him. There was a look on his face that was lost in memory, and suddenly, he crumpled the scales into powder.

Mixed with flesh, he swallowed the pile of powder into his mouth.

Chen Jiang's consciousness regained control of his physical body at this time, and his mouth was filled with a thick fishy smell, which made him retch. He raised his head, and the layer of Gang Qi shrouded outside the Daisy Flower Inn shattered with Kong Gongtong's death.

Yuan Yun stood in the courtyard with a blank face, and the other customers in the Daisy Flower Inn each put on a vigilant look.

Chen Jiang locked Yuan Yun in the crowd at a glance, and he subconsciously called her.

Yuan Yun turned around, and after glancing around, his gaze fell on Chen Jiang. The smile on her face vanished, replaced by a look of horror. Chen Jiang's heart jumped, and then stopped.

He himself realized that something was wrong there, and in a panic, Chen Jiang raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately.

Yuan Yun retreated in horror, and fainted to the ground after knocking down several people one after another.

Chen Jiang covered his face in annoyance, why didn't he pay attention just now? The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and he wanted to slap himself twice. Wisps of black mist escaped from him, creeping up, dissipating under the white sun that broke through the dark clouds. Chen Jiang stabilized his manic mood and walked quickly into the courtyard.

Almost at the same time, those mercenary killers in the courtyard were first-class, and they all pulled out their pistols and aimed their jet-black muzzles at Chen Jiang.

Chen Jiang saw that the situation was not right, stopped in a hurry, and slowly raised his hands.

"Are you sure you want to point a gun at me?" Chen Jiang asked in a deep voice.

2045, May 20. There was an explosive news in the mercenary circle, the leader of the Guns and Roses mercenary group and its key members died in the ancient country of China. The twelfth vacancy in the Eye of the Storm mercenary list was filled by the Red Fox Mercenary Group, which was originally ranked thirteenth. On the same day, the Rose Knight Killer List was greatly updated, ranking 86th in the world, 23rd, and 10th confirmed death. It was added that the three killers died together at the Daisy Flower Inn, and after being identified by trace experts, they died at the hands of the same person.

The tenth place on the Rose Knight Killer List has a blank avatar, his biography is unknown, his resume is unknown, and there is only one record in his name: the 10th, 23rd, and 86th killers in the same kill.

Name: Anonymous.

At the same time, a strength evaluation book compiled by Wang * was handed to the director of the National Defense Bureau.

Qiu Zhiyuan, director of the National Defense Bureau, read the strength assessment book word by word, and immediately called Wang * to the office and asked for a lot of details. This majestic middle-aged man hadn't shown such a shocked expression for a long time, and if a cultivator with such extraordinary strength could recruit him into the National Shield Bureau, then the prestige of the National Shield Bureau would climb to another level.

"Your name is Wang*, right?" Qiu Zhiyuan clasped his hands together and formed a cross on his chest. His expression had never been more solemn.

"Director, what arrangements do you have to tell me directly?" said Wang* casually as he shaved his fingernails.

"At all costs, recruit this person into the National Shield Bureau. Qiu Zhiyuan took out a Nokia mobile phone from the desk drawer and pushed it to Wang*'s hand: "During the mission, all the people who leave their phone numbers on this mobile phone are at your disposal." ”

Wang* looked at the director suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and then took the phone in her hand and scanned the address book hastily. From the central cadres to the local county magistrates, the phone numbers stored in this mobile phone include almost all departments of the political deputy and the energy that can be set off by borrowing this mobile phone is amazing.

Wang* suddenly felt that the phone had become heavy.

"Is it really worth throwing so many resources at that senior?"

"You do your best, if you can persuade that senior to join the National Shield Bureau, I will directly transfer your team from the eighteenth sequence to the first sequence, and enjoy the treatment of a special sequence commissioner. ”

When Qiu Zhiyuan said this, Wang*'s breathing had already become rapid.

How many people can not get the treatment of a special sequence commissioner in a lifetime, and she only needs to pull one person into the gang to easily get all this. She was immediately full of energy.

"You can't regret it?! ”

"If my words don't count, you can let your master demolish my house. Qiu Zhiyuan said jokingly.

A smug smile appeared on Wang*'s face: "It's good that you know, I'm leaving." ”

When she walked to the door, Qiu Zhiyuan stopped her again. He seemed to have a lot to say, but for some reason he couldn't. He lowered his head, carefully hiding the tangled emotions in his eyes. Qiu Zhiyuan raised his head again, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face: "Do your best." He finally asked.

"What are you doing, exaggerated, hypocritical. Wang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, waved his hand, and strode out of Qiu Zhiyuan's office.

Walking in the corridor, the image of the senior indifferently pinching and bursting Gong Tong's heart appeared in front of her again, and she couldn't help but feel a panic.

Will it be smooth, right?* Wang* rubbed his hands nervously as he walked.

Chen Jiang once again made a business with the glutton, buying a bottle of drink mixed with Meng Po soup. He bought it for his parents, and what they saw that day was too shocking for an honest rural person.

Now is not the time to confess to them, Chen Jiang decided to help them wash away this memory. After seeing Kong Gongtong, he said to Gluttony that Chen Jianxun is not a big man and has a personal experience.

Chen Jianxun is indeed not a big person, but now, Chen Jiang has begun to pay attention to him.

He put his hand on his parents, and things had come to this point where there was no room for reconciliation. Chen Jianxun must die! And it must be now.