"Passing the word?"

Hearing the words of the "butcher", Feron couldn't help but raise his head and look at the polar bear beside him with a bit of curiosity. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info and the "butcher" snorted lightly, and then he replied.

"That's right, you kid, did you just someone else?"

"Please don't use such vulgar words so that people who don't know the truth will hear it and think that I have done something that cannot be declared. I've just treated some of the patients, it's my job. ”

"Yes, treatment, you just throw that pile of minced meat there after you 'treat', and don't think about the people who will clean up later. Forget it, it's all a problem, the problem is, the guy you killed is a nuisance. ”

Hearing this, Faeron finally stopped, the hand that was originally turning the wine glass.

"Trouble?"

"That's right, the guy you killed today is a member of the Wilderness Alliance......... And it's a very important role. ”

"Haven't heard of ........."

Facing the "butcher's" words, Fallon frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. And the "butcher" also sneered and put the wine bottle in his hand on the table.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, but to put it bluntly, they're a bunch of wild dogs huddled together in the wilderness for warmth, and walking brutes. To be honest, on weekdays, you kid do what you like, and you know our rules. But not now, the old man told me......... 'Even a pack of wild dogs has to die worthily, and I would rather use them as consumables than see them die senselessly in worthless slaughter.'" I guess you're so smart you know what I mean. ”

“……………”

This time, in the face of the "butcher's" words, Faeron just silently put the wine glass on the table, while the cat-eared maid beside him quickly stepped forward and filled the empty wine glass again.

"The wild dogs sent someone to protest to the old man, and of course, you know that the Blackstone Group will not care about this matter. But if we don't do something about it, then next time these bastards will get you in trouble on their own. They're a bunch of idiots, but now, we still need to let these idiots be our minesweepers, and if you kill them, it's not worth it. Bait is for fishing, not for feeding. So I hope that the old man will calm down and follow the commands, at least for a short time now, you need to march with a large army. Don't be left alone, lest the idiots think they can kill you......... I know you don't care, but for now...... It's better to be a little more constricted. ”

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing this, Fallon put down the wine glass in his hand and asked. In the face of Faerun's inquiry, the "butcher" showed a strange smile.

"In fact, in today's battle, the Black Dog Mercenary Regiment hired by the old man lost their leader. Therefore, the old man recommends that you temporarily become the commander and command the guys to sweep up the front. How is it? That's not too much to ask. ”

"You want me to go?"

Facing the words of the "butcher", Fallon couldn't help frowning. The "butcher" smiled and stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know you're not interested in this kind of thing, but that's the only way to do it now. It is true that the Black Dog Mercenary Group is in charge of the most dangerous area, but because of this, there are people from the Blackstone Group all around. The idiots of the wilderness did not dare to mess around. Just think of it as part of the commission, and the old man also promises that he will not let you be wronged afterwards, and if you are willing to accept his request, then there is an additional reward to be paid? ”

“…………… All right. ”

After a moment of thought, Pheren agreed to the request. He himself didn't care about those wild dogs, but now after all, it was the Blackstone Group that entrusted them to complete the task, and since they accepted the commission, they naturally had to complete it. In this regard, Pheren is still very ethical.

"That's right."

Hearing Feren's answer, the "butcher" laughed and leaned back, and the chair, which was still quite sturdy, suddenly let out an overwhelmed moan. The "butcher" didn't even look at the poor chair under his buttocks, but reached into his arms, then took out an ID card and threw it to Faerun.

"You take this, this is identification, as long as you have this, you will be able to control those guys."

The black ID card flew through the air, and the next moment it was held by Fei Lun in his hand, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the one in front of him that looked completely black, about the same size as an ordinary credit card, but there was an extra bright red chip on the place where the chip was inlaid. And after seeing this chip, a vague smile flashed in Faeron's eyes.

"It turned out to be a hound........."

The so-called Hound is a peripheral force nurtured by those organizations, similar in nature to the secret agents before the "cataclysm", specializing in gathering intelligence in the wasteland, or secretly attacking and eliminating some targets that need to be eliminated according to the orders of those organizations. The ID card obtained by Feren is used to control these "hounds", the bright red chip contains the personal biological information of the "hounds", if these hounds dare to betray the organization and disobey orders, then the holder of this card can activate the card, completely control the brains of the hounds, and turn them into puppets without self-thoughts. After that, whether to let them self-destruct or have some other use depends on what the holder of this card thinks.

"That's why it's called a black dog, isn't it?"

The "butcher" seemed to like the little joke, and he smiled, then picked up a cigar and slitted it, and put it in his mouth.

"During the mission, this team will be led by you, and I think you will feel very happy as you want. Of course, when the mission is over, you can also take these guys with you if you want. With your kid's ability, I think it won't be long before you can win over a large group of people and have your own power. Keep up the good work, boy! It's up to you to dominate the wasteland and build an eternal empire! ”

"It's a great future, but unfortunately, I'm not interested."

Although the "butcher" was foaming at the mouth and looked excited, Pheren obviously did not show much excitement. He just took the ID card, and then focused his attention on the red wine in front of him again, and looking at Faerun's appearance, the "butcher" also sighed helplessly.

"yes, you kid isn't interested in anything but women, I don't think you can do such a troublesome thing except your chick, hey......... Sometimes I really envy you, I come and go when I want, I can do whatever I want, and I don't care about anything. Look at me again, the gang of wastes under my hands have to worry about Lao Tzu eating and drinking all day long, and even if they are a woman, they have to wipe their butts in the back......... Depend on!! When I think about it when I was your age, I thought about pulling a team to dominate this wasteland, and now it looks like ****** bullshit! In such a shabby place, there are not as many people as dogs! To raise a group of people, Lao Tzu might as well raise a dog! ”

At this, the "butcher" seemed a little distracted, and he stood up and waved at Faeron.

"Alright, the words have been brought, and my mission is complete. It's really uncomfortable to sit with your little white face, I think Lao Tzu was also a heartthrob back then......... Forget it, the more I look at it, the more angry I get, I'm gone! ”

After saying this, the "butcher" turned around and strode away. And for his rude behavior, neither Fei Lun nor De Lin showed any dissatisfaction, the Big Seven were originally a group of crazy people who were different from ordinary people, and like Fei Lun liked to do good deeds the most on weekdays, the "butcher" liked to do the most is to find someone to drink, and beat people when he was drunk, there was no reason at all. That is, when he is with the other "Big Seven", the "butcher" will restrain his bad habits——— and at this time he will probably go back to find someone of his own and beat him to death.

"It's easy to get angry because of the lack of calcium, and I think he needs treatment too."

Looking at the back of the "butcher" striding away, Feren chuckled, then he picked up the card, then reached out and tapped it lightly. Soon, a series of information appeared in front of Fei Lun out of thin air.

[Activation request detected, verifying]

[User ID: Doctor]

[Verification completed......... Control System Activated]

【Querying target status............... Inquiry completed]

[ID: Tulip (Survival)]

[ID: Lily (Survival)]

[ID: Rose (Death)]

[ID: Narcissus (Critical Injury)]

"Is this going to be the gardener of the garden? Never mind......... It's not a big deal, let's go, Delin. ”

Looking at the information presented in front of him, Fei Lun couldn't help but complain. He finished his glass of red wine and stood up. And Delin, who had been quietly following him when she saw Faeron standing up, asked curiously.

"Master, where are you going?"

In the face of Delin's inquiry, Fei Lun turned his head and waved the ID card in his hand at her with a smile.

"To see how the flowers in my garden are looking, of course."