According to Laifu's thoughts, it definitely doesn't want his sister to be involved with this little golden python, it is too dangerous, in case the little golden python gets angry one day and swallows Su Xiaojiu with one mouth, it is likely to leave a psychological shadow.

But he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

After all, it is just a wolf, and it has no right to interfere with the legitimate friendship between Nicole and Su Xiaojiu.

After agreeing, Laifu continued to take the two monsters to continue to make trouble, and later, in order to avoid encountering the people of the law enforcement group again, Su Mo also had to send a trustworthy person to investigate and sentry.

Most of the people he can trust, the people with the blood-colored battle flag, but the one who can trust this standard the most, it must be Tian Dazhuang.

One looks at the station, the other looks at the city gate, and the other plays the front station, and the rest of the one, Yun Fei has never been afraid of death, or he habitually wants to play to death himself, this is the case in reality, and even more so in the game, he actually followed the people of the law enforcement team with great interest, so that wherever the two bigwigs of the law enforcement team chased him, Su Mo would know.

They can't talk to Rifle, but they can send messages to the guild channel.

There is a page in the guild warehouse dedicated to recording guild chats, so that the guild can flip through the records after going online, and Rifle will flip through the records every once in a while, and he will know Smollet Brandon's whereabouts well.

After tossing around like this for three or four days, Laifu also went to participate in the Tongtian Demon Tower halfway.

Count Dracula finally chose to make a move on Smollet Brandon, the old injuries on his body seem to be almost there, it is estimated that the injuries are not serious, and it is also possible that the game will automatically speed up the process, otherwise if you raise it for a year and a half, the mask monster will not be able to last.

Although the northern part of the federation is vast and sparsely populated, there are still quite a few masters.

Most of these masters were concentrated in the big cities and garrisons, and now that the law enforcement regiment was exhausted, Smollet Brandon issued an order to send troops from the Northern Army to garrison the small towns below.

Originally, there were only a dozen or so garrison towns, but now some of them have hundreds of soldiers, many of whom are masters of the forties and fifties.

On this day, Count Dracula appeared in front of Su Mo.

It's Su Mo, not Laifu, it's impossible for Su Mo to let Count Dracula know what the identities of the three masked weirdos who have been messing around these days are.

"My lord, Smollet is still in the north, and my mission is complete." Su Mo gave himself credit.

Credit must be brought up, and for example, it is important to let the NPC know how hard you have put in to complete the task, otherwise the NPC is likely to give out the reward according to the minimum standard.

"You're doing a great job, better than I thought you would." Count Dracula was a little helpless.

Su Mo is an adventurer, in his original plan, he is just a cannon fodder, a messenger who delivers letters, but this cannon fodder can repeatedly create miracles for him.

Not to mention that the letter was sent without fail, it also helped him find two potential strong allies.

Now, he dragged Smollet Brandon to the north, and he probably didn't know why Su Mo was making trouble everywhere until now.

Originally, it was just for him to create a little chaos, but now the north is about to become a pot of porridge.

Smollet Brandon was not only left in the North, but also disgraced, after all, the three thousand law enforcement regiment masters, plus the entire Northern Legion at his disposal, he did not touch a single leg hair of the masked stranger.

And the masked monster is not just leaving, it is really burning and looting.

"This time we dispatched a lot of people, and they all contributed a lot...... "If the mission reward can get him up three levels, then he would rather divide the experience equally among his brothers."

"It's not proper," Dracula shook her head and said, "You can only know about this matter, you shouldn't tell anyone about me, right?" ”

"Of course not, you know about it, and Lord Santos." Su Mo hurriedly said.

Although his current comrade is very strong, he is obviously too cautious, and it can be seen from the fact that he needs to recuperate for a few days before he runs back to kill Smolet, and if Su Mo is in this position, he will lurk at the scene of the crime, and wait for Smollet to come in a hurry to carry out a sneak attack.

One received the news from afar, and the carriage was tired, and even the guards might not bring much.

What a good opportunity to wait for the opportunity, but it's a pity that this old guy is too desperate.

"What do you think about hunting Smollet Brandon this time?" Su Mo did things beautifully, and Dracula unconsciously began to rely on him even more.

Plotting big things with NPCs, the game is played on this, which can be regarded as a wonder.

But Su Mo didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and thought about it very seriously: "Let's do more things to attract the attention of the law enforcement team, and then take advantage of the chaos to raid." ”

"Okay, just do as you say, you can arrange it." Count Dracula thought for a moment and took Su Mo's proposal.

In fact, at their level, ordinary miscellaneous fish don't care about it at all, it doesn't matter if there are more or fewer people around Smollet Brandon, ordinary people really get involved, they just want to die.

Su Mo began to arrange it with great interest.

His brethren were once again in use, and in the past few days, no player had dared to shout at the masked monster to kill him.

Nicole and Pease taught them how to be human.

The truth of being a man is very fake - don't get along with the blame, otherwise you will definitely lose your life and equipment, and the page of the blood-colored battle flag belongs to Su Mo's warehouse, which is full of funeral goods from players who do not believe in evil.

In the last few days, Smollet Brandon's nerves have become a little numb.

These scum who can't get on the stage don't dare to confront him head-on, and they don't even dare to harass them in larger towns.

On this day, as usual, Smollet Brandon lazily listened to the reports of his subordinates, saying that the masked monster had done some evil deeds, how many local losses had been caused, and how many people had been killed in battle.

However, there is also a difference, that is, today is an accident in multiple places at the same time.

Arrogant, it's so arrogant!

If Smollet Brandon can endure it, then he is not the number two person in the Federal Law Enforcement Corps, but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with a green head on his head.

"Let's go, everyone with a team of people, rush to the scene, and chase them, be sure to catch a few masked weirdos."

The order was issued, and the elite of the 3,000 law enforcement regiments accompanying them were divided into dozens of waves, some of them went to the scene of the incident to track, and some went to ambushes in towns where chaos might occur, as long as they could capture one or two masked monsters alive, the torture experts of the law enforcement team had a way to make them speak.

Smalllet Brandon didn't know that the people he was playing peek-a-boo with were players, as well as the Monster Apostles.