One of the flights from Licheng to Shencheng has just taken off and is gradually approaching the blue sky.

On this plane, Fang Zhe sat in a window position, closing his eyes and resting.

It's just that his left eye is slightly squinted, and he has been peeking at the scenery outside the window with his spare eyes.

This is the first time he has taken a plane, and it is simply false to say in his heart that he is not excited, but in order to pretend that it is not his first time to fly, he tried to contain the idea of lying in front of the window and shouting "".

Opening his mouth slightly, allowing his uncomfortable ears to take a breath a little, Fang Zhe's vigilant body and mind slowly relaxed as the plane got on track.

Before leaving, he always thought that he was going to go to the headquarters for training, until he got his boarding pass, and then he knew that the place he was going to was Shencheng.

Yang Haixin didn't say anything, nor did he come to the airport to see him off.

The only ones who came to see him off were Zheng Siming and Chen Jielong.

Uncle Fang Shijun knew that he was going to Shencheng to participate in training, but what it was, Fang Zhe didn't say, and Fang Shijun naturally didn't ask more, it was always like this.

The relationship between the uncle and nephew has always maintained a certain distance very tacitly, and it is as plain as water.

It was so plain that Fang Shijun only said at home before Fang Zhe went out: "Remember to make a phone call when you arrive." ”

Before getting on the plane, Zheng Siming specially instructed Fang Zhe to restrain his temperament when he saw the training officer, otherwise no one would be able to help him.

Fang Zhe nodded in response, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

He felt that Zheng Siming was talking nonsense at all, and it was too late for the training officer to love him as a five-good young man like him.

will not be like Chen Jielong's original training, beating up other people's training officers.

Thinking about it, Fang Zhe had a sweet smile on his face and fell asleep.

The airport hall is where passengers come and go.

Chen Jielong walked beside Zheng Siming, and emphasized from time to time: "Eh, we said before, come and send Fang Zhe, you invite me to eat meat buns, five, I can't pay the bill." ”

"Got it, got it."

Zheng Siming looked at the distance with his eyes while perfunctory.

He seemed to have seen Yang Haixin and Zhang Xun over there before, but now he couldn't find a trace.

Could it be that his injuries have not healed yet, and he is dazzled?

Zheng Siming frowned suspiciously, listening to the chatter of the person next to him like a repeater, repeating constantly, "Five! Meat buns! "You can't be a man of your word!"

In desperation, he had no choice but to lead the other party to the fried chicken restaurant.

The plane, above the blue sky, is driving smoothly.

In the city below, two people were walking one after the other, through a small alley that was not often passed, towards an old town.

"Well, I don't have to go with it, do I?"

The drowning man walked with water stains on the ground, and as he said this, small droplets of water were oozing from his exposed skin.

It was clear that he was scared.

Afraid of the handsome young man who walked in front of him.

Liu Liang turned his head with a smile like a warm sunshine on his face: "If you don't follow, who will be my introducer?" If you go, there is still a glimmer of life, and if you don't go, you will immediately turn into ashes and fall on the ground. Which do you choose? ”

His original silver hair color has been replaced by black, and he still has bangs on his forehead, which looks a little childish.

Wearing a very inconspicuous gray T-shirt and a pair of jeans, although the dress is ordinary, the temperament of that body cannot be hidden.

Walking in the crowd, it is still easy to be spotted.

Because it's good-looking.

For the multiple-choice question given by Liu Liang, the drowning man naturally could not give an answer, he could only continue to move forward without saying a word, and he didn't dare to have a trace of superfluous thoughts in his heart.

Entering the damp building, the two walked to the third floor and stopped.

Liu Liang looked around and sighed, such an inconspicuous old building, who would have thought that something terrible was being bred in this building.

The two stood outside the door, and the drowning man first took out a bird's beak mask from the black plastic bag he was carrying with him and put it on, and then whispered to Liu Liang: "You turn your back to me first, and it is the rule for newcomers to join." ”

Liu Liang did it without thinking about it, he didn't worry about the drowning person daring to play any conspiracy at all.

When Liu Liang turned around, the drowning man slowly knocked on the door.

The first one is heavier, and the last two are lighter and quicker.

A dark shadow flashed from the cat's eye on the door, and then a crack opened in the door.

The bald man stood inside the door, while constantly breaking his fingers, poked his head out, and looked out of the door vigilantly: "There are newcomers?" What a coincidence, how do you know that one of our Mutual Aid Club members can't come to attend? ”

The strong man's tone seemed to be questioning.

Because to help out and earn more gifts from the mutual aid club, strong men usually come very early.

I heard the president say that member No. 7, the fat crazy woman, couldn't restrain her quirks and did stupid things, and put herself in, and in the future, there will definitely be no way to participate in the mutual aid meeting again.

Coincidentally, as soon as he lost a member, the fifth brought in a new person.

Each batch of mutual aid associations has eight members, and those who apply to join later will be recorded by a special person, and enough eight people will be gathered to open another batch. If someone in the previous batch quits due to an unexpected reason, like the Seven members, a new person will fill in.

And the strong man, who also works part-time, so he knows it well.

It stands to reason that the members of the Quirk Alliance Mutual Aid Association do not have any contact information in private, let alone any WeChat groups.

Then this is too coincidental, so clever that people have to think about it.

The drowning man stood outside the door, his body dropping more and more, and he was thinking about how to answer when he heard a complaining voice behind him.

"Hey, okay? I think you're lying to me, what kind of quirky mutual aid alliance, who would give such a sand sculpture name? Still wearing this weird mask, masquerade? ”

"Grass! I have lost our two brothers for so many years, but I didn't expect you to lie to me to MLM! I really believe the wrong person! ”

Liu Liang pointed at the drowning man and scolded, the resentful expression on his face was like a good brother robbing the goddess he had been secretly in love with for many years.

At this time, he is completely like a recent graduate, giving people a feeling that he is not deeply involved in the world.

The bald man looked at the young man outside the door who was spitting fragrant fragrance through his mask, and he saw that although the other party had an angry expression on his face, his whole body was shaking all over his body, which was obviously pretending to be calm.

Seeing the young man scolding and scolding, turning around and about to run away, the strong man not only did not have doubts in his heart, but dispelled a little.

He stretched out his arm as thick as a calf and stopped the young man who was about to run downstairs.

The young man was about to scream, but the strong man's big hands instantly covered his mouth.

"Five, why are you stunned, hurry up and bring your friends in, our mutual aid association can't be too conspicuous, you won't be unclear!"

The strong man roared at the drowning man, and the drowning man who was originally in a daze reacted immediately, and the two of them coaxed the struggling young man into the room.

The door was slammed shut.

The strong man glared at the young man who had settled down after entering the house, then walked to several large wooden boxes placed next to the wall, took out a black bird's beak mask with the same style as his face from the middle wooden box, threw it directly to the young man, and said, "Wear it, this is the rule of our mutual aid association." You can rest assured, this is a private mutual aid association, legal and compliant! The purpose of the establishment is to let everyone better restrain their own quirks, not only free, but also gifts at the end of the conversation. ”

After speaking, the strong man immediately admired that he could say the words "legal and compliant".

If you really want to be legal and compliant, then why don't you dare to let this young man shout in the corridor and let him leave?

It's not that I'm tired of it, I'm afraid of attracting people who shouldn't be attracted!

In this room, everyone has quirks, and because of these quirks, every member of the team does something they shouldn't do, like the strong man himself.

It's just that the members listen to the president more and know how to wipe their butts.

Like the crazy woman like member Seven, didn't she just fail to wipe her ass well, so she couldn't participate in the mutual aid meeting anymore, right?

The bald man looked at the young man in front of him and put on a bird's beak mask, then turned around and walked towards the security door at the end of the entrance.

He didn't worry at all about the identity of this young man.

Anyway, as long as his quirks don't meet the membership criteria, or he comes with other purposes that are not conducive to the mutual aid society.

Then waiting for this young man, there will be many ways to die.

will make him completely regret stepping into this room.

Just right.

The locked up person in her own house, there are few bones in her body that can make a sound.

At this time, the strong man hoped that this new member would not be able to join the mutual aid association, so when the time came, he would beg the president and hope that this young man would become his belonging.

Thinking about it, the strong man was excited, and the index finger of his right hand pressed his thumb, making a "click" sound.

The fingerprint lock, unfastened, the intelligent voice that had been recorded a long time ago sounded, and the voice was low and cold.

"Welcome to the Quirk Alliance."