Chapter Ninety-Seven: We'll Dissect Him Properly!

"The murderer is extremely cruel, and it is very likely that there is a traitor, otherwise it would be impossible to do such a cruel thing under the noses of so many guards!" Lei Pojun took another puff of his cigarette. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"It's also possible that the murderer is some guard!" Liu Ziqing guessed.

Elder Zhang sighed and said, "I have already checked those guards, and there are no suspicious people." ā€

"By the way, what about corpses? Didn't find it? Jing Qi asked.

Lei Pojun shook his head: "There is nothing to be found yet. ā€

"We have already informed the Holy See in the Vatican, and they will send someone to investigate this tragedy again, until then, you must also keep it secret, once this matter spreads, I can't predict what kind of consequences it will cause! But that's not the point. Elder Zhang looked at Jing Qi and Liu Ziqing, and said seriously, "The point is you, both of you are young heroes of my Yan Country, and your future is limitless, don't get involved in these messy things, the first element is to protect your own safety!" ā€

"If you find anything abnormal, don't act on your own, we'll take care of everything." Lei Pojun added, "Of course, don't make trouble in this period of time, some people may become very sensitive!" ā€

Jing Qi nodded: "I understand." ā€

Liu Ziqing also nodded in agreement.

Da Lao Zhang stood up and patted the two of them on the shoulder and smiled: "Okay, it's okay, you can go." You can also communicate with each other when you have time in the future, we are all young people, hahaha......"

Jing Qi and Liu Ziqing glanced at each other, and quickly turned their heads.

I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel like I can't be friends with this guy.

Leaving the room, the two of them simply walked away from each other.

Back at the steakhouse on the third floor, Jing Qi hesitated, but decided not to tell Lin Xiaoluo the terrifying news, so as not to worry blindly.

"What did Uncle Zhang tell you to do?" Lin Xiaoluo put down the knife and fork in his hand and asked curiously.

"Introduce me to a young man and tell me to stay safe or something." Jingqidian's steak has also come up, and he immediately devoured it, from twelve o'clock last night to now, twelve hours have passed, and he has not eaten a mouthful, and he is hungry early.

The restaurant plays melodious classical music, which can soothe people's emotions, and the people who eat here are also very quiet, and everyone seems to be silent in a big battle.

For the dead, for tomorrow who does not know life and death.

"Hey, mascot, you're here, haha!" A voice with an indigenous African accent came from the side.

Jing Qi's mind was suddenly full of black lines.

You're the mascot!!

Looking up, sure enough, it was the people of the weekly team.

Lin Xiaoluo also turned around, and when he found out that the 'mascot' they called was actually Jing Qi, he couldn't help laughing.

"How did you become a mascot?" Lin Xiaoluo asked curiously, the gossip in his eyes shone brightly.

"Oh, that's a long story." Monday walked over and sat next to Jing Qi with a big grin, and then told the events on the battlefield through exaggerated descriptions.

After they finished speaking, the corners of Jing Qi's mouth stiffened slightly, and he introduced to Lin Xiaoluo: "Let me introduce you, these people are all from the forward battalion, he is Monday, this is Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...... What about Friday? Hey? How is one missing! ā€

Dissatisfied, Boss Friday exclaimed, "God, I'm Friday, I've always been there." He's Thursday! ā€

Thursday said, "Yes, I'm Thursday, not Wednesday!" ā€

"I'm Wednesday, not Tuesday," Wednesday said. ā€

Lin Xiaoluo's eyes were already spinning in circles, there were people whose names were Monday and Tuesday, could it be that their father's surname was Xing?

What a mess in your circle!

Lin Xiaoluo had a smile in his eyes.

Monday whispered into Jing Qi's ear and said, "Hey, brother, do you know?" The rewards for our Striker Battalion have finally been decided! ā€

"Oh? What is it! Jing Qi was taken aback, but after a few thoughts, he probably guessed it.

Bishop Sarion is dead, and once it spreads, it will definitely cause chaos, and at this time, there is no doubt that confirming the rewards that should have been set long ago is the greatest motivation to motivate those who are of all abilities.

Speaking of this on Monday, the black and gray skin on his face trembled with excitement: "First of all, money, 10 million dollars per person!" Oh, of course, it's just for our striker battalion! And then there are the cultivation resources, oh God, these cultivation resources can be exchanged for 30 million when converted into damn dollars! There is also the promotion of status, we have been successfully promoted from a third-class citizen to a second-class citizen! Oh, I'm just making an analogy, no matter which country we go to, we're going to be treated with the courtesy, I'm fed up with damn racism! ā€

Jing Qi blinked his eyes twice: "It's gone?" ā€

Monday was stunned, and then looked at Jing Qi with an angry face: "Oh, God, I should have guessed a long time ago, you are the child of a rich family, aren't you?" You have been cultivating since you were a child, there is no shortage of cultivation resources at all, and your family will give you whatever you want, you have no worries about food and clothing, and you can concentrate on your cultivation! You don't understand the hardships of those of us who have struggled at the bottom of society since childhood, oh, we are people of two worlds, I'm so sad, mascot, really! ā€

Jingqi is not good, sad for your sister, you go, I don't want to see you nigger! There you go!

After farting and chatting, the four of them left, the reason being that they didn't want to destroy Jingqi's two-person world.

"They're all so funny, I always thought black people were rude and savage!" Lin Xiaoluo said with a smile.

"You should say tigers, elephants, and leopards." Jing Qi also smiled, "They will be sad to hear it." ā€

"Poof~haha......"

"I hope we didn't bother you, Jing Qi and Lin Xiaoluo!"

Someone else is coming.

"Rollar, Rochelle, you?" Jing Qi raised his head, his eyes lit up, and asked, "You went to investigate the infection of the Nile, did you get any results?" ā€

The two brothers shook their heads in unison, full of rhythm: "It's a pity that there is no result at all, and at present, we can only prevent those ancient viruses from continuing to spread, but we cannot completely eliminate them." ā€

"I heard you've been fighting those disgusting mummies here from twelve o'clock last night until just now? God forbid, Jingqi, it's great that you're okay. Rochelle said.

Jing Qi shrugged: "Thank you for your concern." ā€

After thinking about it, Jing Qi suddenly said, "Maybe you should find someone, he may be of some help to your governance of the Nile." ā€

"Who is it?" Rollar asked excitedly.

"Mopti, an African, has the ability to desertify, he is completely immune to all ancient viruses!" Jing Qi briefly introduced.

"Great, we'll definitely dissect him!" Rochelle looked determined.

"Huh?" Jing Qi was frightened, anatomy?

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's parsing, analyzing, we'll definitely parse it well, don't worry, Jingqi, we won't really dissect him, I swear!" Rochelle hurriedly spread his hands to apologize, but the expression on his face really didn't have much sincerity.

Jing Qi could only say sorry to Moputi in the bottom of his heart. (To be continued.) )