In the high-level conference room of the military department of the "Glory" base, the heads of all parties gathered together to discuss nervously matters related to the reconstruction of the base.

Representatives of the research department requested that a batch of crystal nuclei be allocated to resolve the composition; Representatives of the Ministry of Medical Affairs demanded that the army be supplied with sufficient quantities of medicines; The representative of the Personnel Department requested that manpower be allocated to arrange the repair work of the base; And a lot of green card holders are clamoring to share the blood of the supernatural.

"We are asking the Research Department to release the research data on the blood samples of the Anomalous Beings." A middle-aged man with a shy beer belly threw his green card on the table, his face was very hideous, "I exchange my green card privileges for this information, and I ask for a tube of the blood of the Anomalous One."

The colonel at the top immediately turned pale when he heard this, and his gloomy gaze swept over the green card that had really not played much role since the end of the world, and pretended to be careless and said: "Oh, take the green card for blood? You have to think about it, once your green card is withdrawn, you will lose all the convenience you have now."

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, he turned his head slightly to look behind him, and after seeing that the person behind him gave a determined look, he immediately took a deep breath and mocked viciously: "Heh, convenient? I haven't really enjoyed the slightest convenience since I stepped into this base."

He stretched out two fingers to pick up the green card, shook it slightly, and his face was full of morbid madness: "What did the base promise to our group of investors before?" I think you've almost forgotten."

"Superior housing, three meals a day, special protection...... You are so special that you use this color to prevaricate me! The middle-aged man slapped the table angrily and smiled harshly, "The housing is not at the same level as my small villa, three meals a day are one meat and two vegetables, and the special protection refers to a few old and weak soldiers waiting closely?" You're kidding me! "

Some of the green card holders behind the man nodded in unison, hinting at their rich votes with sharp knives.

"We paid so many taxes. You're still tired of building this base, but what about you? Even a tube of blood is stingy, it's really chilling! The man remembered the unwarranted disaster three days ago. There was a touch of disdain and disgust in his eyes, and he swept over the ragged soldiers of the military department. Sneered, "Either give me a tube of blood or send a special plane to take me to Kyoto. Take this green card in exchange."

The middle-aged man pressed his four fingers on the card and slowly pushed it forward: "I won't say anything else, the Ming people don't say secret words, in exchange for a green card, plus the food and smuggling weapons in the storage room of my private residence, I want a tube of the blood of the supernatural and a special plane to Kyoto."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room. Everyone listened stupidly as the man turned his mouth two or three times and jumped from "seeking the convenience of the base" to "asking for a tube of blood", and finally twisted it suddenly, spelling out the meaning of blood and privileges.

What is "inferior to his small villa", what is "one meat and two vegetables", what is "old and weak soldiers"...... Isn't that enough?

In this last days when a dozen or twenty people are crowded and sleeping in a small room, in this last days when they have to pick up the remains of corpses until midnight even after eating pickles and white film, in this last days when new soldiers and veterans have died one after another...... Do you hate that your green card gives you fewer privileges?

God knows that if this unique "residence", "diet", and "bodyguard" fall on the head of any ordinary person, it will be a happy event for pie in the sky, but some people dislike it here and hate it, but they don't know how much advantage they have!

It's a pity that they are not greedy enough to swallow elephants, and they actually hit the military department with all this attention, and the practice of asking for better treatment and seeking the blood of the supernatural is indeed only done by these brain-dead.

"Hmm." Unexpectedly. The colonel at the top responded dispensably, and just when everyone was surprised and the man was happy, the colonel glanced at the door. Rather "mildly" chuckled, "It's not an 'excessive' request!" In return for reclaiming your green card privileges, tell me which one of the Adepts you want?"

The middle-aged man's face burst out with surprise and greed, and at the same time, the three or four men and women behind him also showed a slight gaffe.

The colonel remembered those faces quietly, and with just one look, he shocked the soldiers who showed signs of commotion around him, and he suddenly raised his voice and persuaded with a warning: "You really think clearly. In case of any surprises, exchange the privileges of this green card for blood and the opportunity to travel to Kyoto......"

"Don't be verbose. I want blood! The middle-aged man finally confided his most essential meaning irritably, and his eyes were full of fanatical paranoia. Everything else can be thrown away, all I need is blood."

He couldn't wait any longer!

This increasingly obese body, weakened by indulgence, sluggish reflexes and loose flesh, old appearance, weak and incompetent limbs, accompanied by large and small pains, tortured him so that he could not sleep at night.

The internal riot three days ago made him recognize the gap between ordinary people and the supernatural, and with the increasingly fierce rumors in the base in the past few days, for the beautiful direction of immortality and superior evolution, he finally couldn't hold back the desire in his heart, and teamed up with several green card holders with the same mind, and quietly stretched out his hand to the supernatural......

What green card privileges, what military protection, what birth, old age, sickness and death...... As long as he gets the blood of the supernatural, as long as he also becomes a strong being, what else can he not get! What else is there not to come!

When the time comes, let alone a privilege, even the current group of people who give him a look on the face will have to kneel and beg him. [,！ ]！

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the middle-aged man's body trembled faintly because of the excitement.

"Okay then." The colonel sighed very "helplessly", folded his hands and rested his chin, the whole person relaxed, and there was a strange murderous aura mixed with his eyebrows, which was very contrary to his gentle tone, "So, can I tell sù which of the blood of the supernatural beings?" You know, those kids are not easy to deal with, and it takes a lot of work to collect blood samples."

Before he could savor the meaning of these words, the middle-aged man ignored the eyes of his companions, and his eyes almost lit up with fire, and he immediately blurted out: "Nonsense, of course it's the strongest one!"

At this moment, not only the colonel, but even the facial muscles of the military doctors and researchers around him were distorted for a moment.

"Yun Mo...... Right! That's the name of the man! The greed in the man's eyes erupted, and he slapped his palm on the table excitedly, as if there was already a tube of hot plasma in front of him, "I want the blood of that 'Yun Mo'!" ...... now"

"Boom-"

There was a sudden loud bang from the solid door of the conference room, which interrupted the man's arrogant words, and just as he turned his head to the door with his scarlet eyes open, he was shocked to see a tall, muscular black-scaled young man lazily withdraw his fist from the sunken tempered door, and then, casually, glanced at him.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man was immediately frightened and took a few steps back, he couldn't tell what kind of horror it was, as if a person had fallen to death and faced a ferocious and hungry lion, and he was clearly waiting for death.

"Cut, pustules." Xiao Chen threw the man a roll of his eyes with great disdain, glanced at everyone's faces impatiently, and finally turned his head and yelled at the outside world with no patience, "Hey! Yun Mo! How many people are there, Lao Tzu can beat them down in turns, I really want Lao Tzu to do it! "

Everyone: "......" is here to find fault?

"Of course not." A clear female voice came from the outside world, in the background of light and darkness, a thin girl slowly paced out, with a cold momentum, at first glance it was full of majesty that was completely inconsistent with her age, "I personally 'sent blood', seeing that so many people in this base have thirst and are dying, how can I see death and not save it?"

Xiao Chen: "......" Hey, it's clear that the script on the road is not this, Yunmo!

"It's just a few drops of blood, if I want it so much, how can I refuse to give it." Yun Mo walked into the conference room coldly, every step seemed to be on people's heartstrings, and it made people panic and shortness of breath for no reason.

I don't know if Yun Mo's momentum is too strong, or her force value is too high on weekdays, which deepens people's impression of her "brutality", so that she took Xiao Chen step by step towards the conference center, and even naturally pulled over a chair and sat across from the colonel, intentionally or unintentionally, ignoring the past.

"Heh, Yun Mo, I haven't seen you come to the conference room so actively on weekdays." The colonel chuckled, and his weather-soaked face bloomed with a touch of ease, as casual as chatting with ordinary friends, "Didn't you say that you don't interfere in high-level meetings?" But if you change your mind now, I'll leave it all to you."

The promotion of the colonel's words made the auditors gasp, and it seemed that it was difficult to imagine the "joke" of the transfer of power from the boss.

"I'm not interested in this business." Yun Mo glanced at the green card holders around him, and the expression on his face clearly told him a meaning: there is too much dross, and there is no time to clean up the mess.

Seeing that the out-of-tune colonel still wanted to gag and fart, Yun Mo opened his mouth and slashed straight into the red heart with a single knife, ending the endless greetings: "I rarely took a break, but I accidentally heard an unreliable news."

"I'm curious to see if the blood of the Alien has that effect." As he spoke, Yun Mo took out the Tang knife at his waist and placed it on his lap, and said with a smile, "Even I, the Alien, don't know very well, so I suddenly want to meet the person who knows the truth and discuss the medicinal effects of the Alien's flesh and blood." (To be continued)

ps: The first person to drink Yunmo's blood...... Two-word mantra: hehe

The comment area took time to sort out, the internship period is over, and the train will return to school tomorrow afternoon, and then prepare for the sixth-level exam...... Tired into a dog