After listening to Tang Hao's explanation, the kraken's heart trembled, and he immediately said, "Boss, you mean to say that it is Becker's responsibility to subdue the Seven 'Colors' Paradise Island. Candy floss. Visit wèn:. But his strength is not strong enough, so he keeps dragging it? ”

Tang Hao smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea very casually.

The Kraken continued: "Now that we have subdued the Seven 'Colors' Paradise Island, Becker can't stand it anymore, so he helps the captain and sends warships to deal with us. He'd rather blow up Paradise Island than leave us behind. ”

Tang Hao smiled again and looked at the Kraken calmly.

The Kraken looked at Tang Hao's eyes and said, "Boss, you seem to have said that Becker has a grudge against Huo Yun before?" ”

"Huo Yun used to be the controller of the Seven 'Colors' Paradise Island, and Becker wants to subdue the Seven 'Colors' Paradise Island, isn't it normal for them to have enmity between them?" Tang Hao asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it's normal. At first, Huo Yun rejected Becker, but the captain was obviously in touch with Becker. It's normal for Becker not to like Ho. The Kraken laughed.

Tang Hao looked at the kraken's somewhat naughty, somewhat innocent beautiful face, and said, "Train those quick warriors well, right?" We can't stay here all the time, they have to be able to protect themselves. ”

The Kraken nodded and said, "Yes, Boss, I'll go see their training." ”

"Hmm."

The Kraken stood up and walked out of the study.

Tang Hao picked up the teacup and drank the tea very casually.

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the 'door' outside the 'door', and Tang Hao said, "Come in." ”

The 'door' opened, and it was Huo Yun who came in, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

"Sit down." Tang Hao said.

Huo Yun sat down, he looked at Tang Hao, as if he had something unspeakable to tell Tang Hao.

Tang Hao looked at Huo Yun and said calmly, "You want to ask me, why didn't you kill the captain, right?" ”

"Mr. Tang, the person I hate the most is the captain." Huo Yun said firmly.

"I know you hate him, but did you know that he found a warship to deal with us?" Tang Hao asked rhetorically.

"Warship, the captain moved troops to bring a warship?" Huo Yun asked in surprise.

Tang Hao nodded and said, "Yes, it is an ocean-going cruiser, and it not only has large-caliber artillery on it, but also missiles, which is enough to blow up Purple Heaven." ”

"Who's helping him?" Huo Yun asked in surprise.

"It's a guy named Becker." Tang Hao replied.

"Becker! Is it the captain who went to the United States to find that person? Huo Yun said.

"Hmm."

"What is the background of this person?"

Tang Hao shook his head slightly and said, "The captain said that he is the leader of a mysterious organization, but I don't know what kind of organization it is. ”

As soon as Huo Yun heard this, his brows furrowed, and he said, "Mr. Tang, now that the captain is not arrested, do you think this person named Becker will still help him?" ”

"Yes, I'm sure this guy named Becker isn't a fool, his purpose isn't supposed to be to help a seriously injured captain, he wants the whole Alien Group. Helping the captain was nothing more than an excuse for him. Tang Hao said calmly.

"Then this Becker has become our biggest threat." Huo Yun said.

"Yes, if he can send a cruiser, he may be able to send a second." Tang Hao said.

"We must get rid of this man called Becker, or we won't be able to have the Xenotropic Group with peace of mind."

"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded and said, "Keeping the captain may help us deal with Becker." ”

When Huo Yun heard this, he pondered for a moment, nodded helplessly, and said; "Mr. Tang, then do as you say."

"The captain is no longer the king of the quick warriors he once was, his combat power can no longer be restored, and he can be killed at any time if he wants to." Tang Hao said with a smile.

"I understand." Huo Yun nodded, looked at Tang Hao with emotion and said, "Mr. Tang, it's because my ideas are not mature enough, please forgive me." ”

"It's all my own." Tang Hao said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Tang." Huo Yun also smiled,

"Go ahead." Tang Hao said.

"Yes, Mr. Tang, I want to go out." Huo Yun stood up and said.

"Hmm."

Huo Yun left, and Tang Hao was left alone in the room, drinking tea with calm eyes. For Huo Yun's cousin, he felt that it was okay.

After a while, Tang Hao called Qingtian and told Qingtian that except for him and the Kraken, no one was allowed to approach the captain 'privately'. Qingtian told Tang Hao that he had been locked up in a mountain 'cave', and that place was very hidden. Tang Hao was very satisfied with Qingtian's approach, Qingtian had long known that he couldn't let the captain get close to anyone.

For the next three days, Yiqiē was calm. The speed trainers stepped up their training and intensified their familiarity with the cruiser. The Kraken also gave the cruiser a name, the Red Sky.

The Seven 'Colors' Paradise Island is now the easiest time, and all the speed fighters are free-spirited. Crash fighters between different ranks can also meet at will, and they can also train together. These quick fighters who have been working for a long time finally feel what it feels like to be a fighter.

The main thing is that they think that being a soldier under the God of War is a very glorious choice, and it would be even better if they could become a god soldier of the God of War.

Therefore, the fast fighters who have been freed from their dependence on 'medicine' train very hard. They also enjoy the joy of working together, which is the life that people should have.

Even if some of the crash fighters wanted to go home to see their loved ones, they were approved. But the time is not now, but someday in the future. It's just a blank check, but there's hope.

Twenty kilometers from New York, there is a small town called Baker, which is a very quiet town with just over 50,000 inhabitants. Next to one of the main streets of the town, there is a café called Baker. The café has few customers, but the owner of this café has been running it seriously.

The owner of the café is Paul, who was born in a small town, grew up in a small town, and opened this café after graduating from high school. The people of the town know that he is a nice and quiet good man.

Almost every day, people passing by outside the café can see a tall man in his thirties standing at the bar grinding coffee. He is a man who does not like to dress himself very much, his beard is a little long, his skin is a little rough, his hair is a little 'messy', and his raunchyness does not affect people's evaluation of his quiet kindness.

In the evening, a young white man walked into the café, glanced at Paul, the proprietor, who was grinding coffee at the bar, and went upstairs.

The café has two floors, and the second floor is Paul's living quarters, and only Paul's good friends and what he considers to be honored guests can go up to the second floor.

After the white youth went up to the second floor, he walked down the corridor to the innermost room. The room wasn't too big, but it didn't seem cramped, because there was only a small table and two simple wooden chairs.

After the young man sat down, he waited ten minutes before they opened, and the boss, Paul, walked in.

Paul sat down, looked at the young man, and asked, "Things are not going well?" ”

"Yes, I'm the only one back." The white youth's expression was a little ugly.

Paul pondered for a moment and asked, "Does Mr. Becker know you're back?" ”

"Got it, he asked me to come to you and wait for him." The white youth said.

"You're tired, take a break." Paul stood up and pressed against the wall, and the wall slowly opened, slowly lowered, and then became a 'bed'.

"I'm out."

"Thank you."

Paul went out, closed the door, and the white young man lay down on the bed.

After a day at sea and two days on a cruise, I returned to the United States. He was really tired, and after lying down, in less than three minutes, he was asleep.

Even in such exhausting conditions, he actually dreamed. He dreamed of the handsome and calm young man, and he shot at the young man. But within twenty meters, he dodged three of his bullets in a row. Finally, he rushed forward, trying to make a last stand.

But as a result, in less than a minute, he was beaten into the sea by the young man. When he first fell into the sea, he was dizzy, and it was the coldness of the sea that woke him up. He didn't dare to go back, he didn't dare to stay, but desperately fled.

This experience, he will never forget in his life. In addition to the process of escaping, what he can't forget the most is the smiling face of the young man. It was a handsome and young face, he was as handsome as a big boy who had just entered college. But his combat effectiveness is so incredible.

The combat effectiveness of the god of war and the falling moon is the best in the world, and the white youth now believes it.

"Get up."

Suddenly, a calm voice came, which immediately woke up the nightmare of the white youth. He opened his eyes and saw an old man of medium stature sitting at a table, with black hair and eyes, but with a straight, narrow nose.

"Mr. Becker!" The white young man stood up and greeted the old man respectfully.

"Sit down, Royce." The old man said.

"Thank you, Mr. Becker." The white youth sat across from the old man.

The two sat opposite each other, and Becker looked at Royce calmly, looking at Royce with some trepidation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Becker." Royce didn't dare look Becker in the eye.

"What did you do wrong?" Becker remained calm.

"It was my pride that led to this failure." Royce looked apologetic at self-examination.

A smile appeared on Becker's lips: "Your failure does not surprise me. ”

When Royce heard this, he immediately said: "Mr. Becker, do you think I will fail?" ”

"I thought you would fail, but I didn't expect you to fail so ugly." Becker's tone suddenly froze.

"Yes, Mr. Becker, I'm sorry." Royce went on to apologize.

"It was an ugly and shameful voyage for a cruiser to go to war across the ocean, and it became someone else's trophy without even firing its guns." Becker said as he looked at Royce.

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