Accepting Maggie's money is not the same as accepting Maggie to ask someone for money.

If he asked the other party to find someone to ask for money, he might as well grab it himself, besides, now he really, even if he acts to find someone to ask for money, there will be nothing to waste.

Naturally, he was not needed.

And Maggie, seeing that Ron refused, didn't say anything in the end.

It's just that for the time being, I haven't left.

For the time being, there was no action on the Phantom Brigade's side, and there was nothing going on, so she was idle.

Recently, I guess the easiest thing to do is Ron's side.

Next, Ron made a phone call in the hotel, checked one account after another, and made a note of the people who made money.

For those who didn't transfer money, or those who transferred less, Ron also smiled and made a note.

What should be his is his, and he can not want it, but what about other people, they can't really take him seriously.

Sooner or later, he'll get these things. 、

He hates people who don't talk the most.

Maggie looked at this perverted guy from the side, obviously thinking about something again, and was a little speechless.

Accustomed to each other's perversion, he sat on the sofa with his chest crossed and did not have much activity.

Just look at it.

Straight into the afternoon, Ron began to receive substances.

There are guns, ammunition, food, and all kinds of food.

also changed places and traded in the port, and the people who delivered supplies to Ron were all people with a little ability.

Otherwise, it is really impossible to transport these things so casually.

Surely he was arrested before he came here.

In this world, although there are many places that do not prohibit firearms, they also need some licenses if they do not prohibit the sale of firearms.

If you don't have any licenses and trade firearms, then it's strange that you don't get killed.

It doesn't matter if no one notices, or if someone turns a blind eye.

Anyway, Ron packed everything up, and it was all devoured by the slugs and teleported to the kingdom of Amira.

Even if it was a little bit of transporting something to the past, it allowed them to support a little more time, and it also consumed a lot of slug energy.

From morning to night.

By the end of the night, Ron's funds had gathered more than 50 billion rings, and as for guns and supplies, they had been transported several times, enough for 2,000 people.

Directly transferred so many things, Ron also worked a lot hard.

These nuns, in fact, are also, many former "patients", their liquidity has been transferred by Ron.

After all, for these people who have been treated, but have not been absorbed into the source of life, their value itself is here.

Usually when Ron needs it.

They provide Ron with personnel and money, and Ron keeps them safe, like those people will have a slug with healing powers next to them.

It's probably one of Ron's previous arrangements.

It's just that some time ago, the supply was cut off for a while.

After sorting everything out, looking at the night and the moon outside, Ron realized that he hadn't eaten anything until now, and had been contacting and collecting things.

Looking at Maggie, who had been going back and forth with him for a day, Ron smiled embarrassedly.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Without any more nonsense, at the end of the day, Maggie was like a shadow, she just wanted to make sure how sure Ron really was.

She just looked, didn't speak, and she didn't want to ask the other party what plans he had.

I just think that Ron may really succeed.

Intuition, it's just pure intuition.

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Desolate, foul-smelling large garbage dumps.

Meteor Street, one of the world's lawless zones.

There are people who have been abandoned by the world, people from these countries outside, no one cares about this place, and no one cares about managing this place.

All they'll do is set a time to take out the garbage here.

Take care of the bed bugs in here.

And bed bugs, in fact, also have sizes, high and low.

A place that resembles a small town nearby.

In a small villa with good decoration, it is hard to think of such a place like a garbage dump.

There is also a small villa with flashing lights and a bit of elaborate decoration.

The rest of the place is obviously a log cabin and a small grass hut, and it is good to have a house made of stone.

There are many places where the smell is pervasive, and you need to wear a protective mask when you walk, otherwise you will not survive.

That is, the people who are here, life is enough, and the resistance is a bit high.

Otherwise, when ordinary people come here, it is necessary to vomit and diarrhea every day.

In a few months, ordinary people will not be able to adapt to it.

Among the cottages.

The exquisite restaurant table, there are a lot of people sitting here, there are a lot of delicious dishes on the table, the surrounding confusion is obvious The aroma is obvious, this villa is also specially set up, and the smell outside is difficult to enter at all.

It's like paradise here, and the garbage villages and towns outside are like hell.

There are quite a few people on the periphery who are protecting this small villa.

But it had nothing to do with the four people at this table, they were just enjoying the delicious food in front of them.

"Well, uh."

"You've all got information about him."

One of the old men, who looked to be seventy or eighty, burped as if he had filled his stomach, wiped his mouth, and then looked at the three people who were not talking around and asked.

Someone has to start talking about this, otherwise, I guess no one will be able to talk until the end of the meal.

As he spoke, he had already pushed away the dish in front of him that had not been completely finished, obviously not caring at all.

"Got it, after collecting so many guns and thousands of people and supplies, this is still going to fight us?"

After one of them spoke, the others stopped eating, and then an old man who looked to be quite old and a little chubby spoke.

When he spoke, he could obviously hear that the other party was very jealous and dissatisfied.

"Ron, this kid, didn't take us seriously at all, and last time. Great Elder, what do you say? ”

The chubby old man thought about things, and he didn't continue to talk about it halfway through.

Looking at the Grand Elder who seemed to be the oldest at this table when he first spoke, he asked directly.

He is the second elder of Meteor Street.

seems to be asking, this slightly chubby old man is obviously throwing the pot, and directly sent the topic to the other party.

After all, the previous actions against the other party were planned by them.

Now that the four elders are dead, they have also lost a lot of manpower.

Moreover, do you have to do it again, can't you be more stable when you are old?

In fact, by now, he was also a little dissatisfied, not only dissatisfied with Ron, but also unhappy with this Great Elder and the previous Four Elders.