Enhanced Edition?

Shielding thermal tracking?

Upgraded!

Baker's eyes lit up, if [Void Attack] could block the heat, then this lottery would undoubtedly be earned.

It's just not blood-earned.

Because of the two things extracted from the hero item, Baker felt a little bloody.

Hellfire for Demolitionists?

A small sapling of a twisted dryad?

Why do I want these two things, I might as well exchange them for Teemo's mushrooms.

Baker took out the [Twisted Tree Spirit Mokai's Little Sapling], the little sapling sprouted, and he stood on the palm of Baker's hand and sighed, and the small branch on the sapling moved.

[Place small saplings to provide real sight, and when you find an enemy, you can choose to move to the vicinity of the enemy to launch a branch whip (can grow, one year sapling, ten years Maokai)]

Baker felt the introduction of the little sapling and blinked.

What does that mean?

Keep a sapling as a pet for ten years, and then, after ten years, you can harvest a mokai?

That's what it means.

This year is zero five years, ten years later, that is, one or five years, almost the day the Guardians of the Galaxy were formed.

Belch......

Keep it.

Baker walked out of the study, went back to the bedroom, looked at it, then went into the closet, found a shoebox, and placed it on the bay window, and put the sapling inside.

The anthropomorphic sapling yawned, and then when it landed in the bay window shoebox, it froze, and the two leaves of the sapling moved.

Baker laughed: "Let's call it Little Maokai." ”

The little sapling remained motionless and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The next day.

When Baker got up and was about to go outside to buy a small pot for little Mokai, he received a message.

The boss of the Damocles Enterprise in the Assassin circle, Stupid Pig Brut was killed by Duncan Wiezla, the Black Caesar, at nine o'clock last night under the protection of many killers.

Meantime.

Half an hour after Stupid Pig Brut was beheaded, Damocles corporate headquarters exploded, and Black Caesar left with his little woman, the five high tables at the InterContinental Hotel authorized a restraining order.

Yes.

It's not a ban, it's not an expulsion, it's a restraining order.

Restraining order.

Intercontinental hotel chains around the world do not entertain Black Caesars, and at the same time, all tipsters, weapons dealers, and service providers are not allowed to serve Black Caesars......

And also.

Damocles' signboard was recovered by InterContinental Hotel.

In addition, no, the five high tables should have gotten some news, but they didn't continue after they did this step because they were afraid of something.

But it's right to think about it.

If the people in the Assassin circle knew that once upon a time, they had a company that had been serving the CIA and killing people, and it had also become a channel for the CIA to launder money.

Wow.

The five high tables will be very embarrassing.

Therefore, this should also be some kind of agreement between the Intercontinental Hotel and Black Caesar, the five high tables allow Black Caesar to leave safely, and at the same time, Black Caesar cannot reveal the truth about Damocles' enterprise.

As for Vivien, who didn't die?

Hehe.

People are CIA agents, and it is even more impossible to expose their own stains.

…… Wait a minute.

Nine o'clock last night?

Baker, who was wearing a long black coat, frowned, it was past nine o'clock last night, and it was also the time when the bonus came.

Are there any rules?

The first time the prize was added was after Wesley hung up, and it was when the [Wanted] was completely over.

The second time the prize was added, the battle in Jersey City ended, and it was also the end of the [Berserk Behemoth].

The third time the prize was added, at nine o'clock last night, Black Caesar sought justice for himself [Extreme Line Killer] announced that it was finished.

Does it have anything to do with this?

So why didn't Assassin's Creed in Spain add a prize?

Baker thought to himself.

It's puzzling.

But Baker suddenly had a guess, but at the moment, there was nothing that would allow him to experiment to prove his guess.

Not much.

Baker stepped out of the florist behind him, with a small box not much bigger than an ashtray.

That's when it happened.

Jingle bells.

Baker pulled out his phone.

Sister Erin Morton.

Baker frowned, thinking of the text message sent by his sister Erin on Christmas Eve, yes, this girl said that she might come to New York after the New Year.

There was silence for a while.

Baker connected.

"Hey."

"In New York?"

“…… Absence. ”

Baker lied directly, and then, in the blink of an eye, the scout guards all over Manhattan sent a signal.

[The Void is coming!] 】

Baker glanced at it, and then his eyes fell on the taxi that was coming towards Fifth Avenue not far away, and ran into the uninhabited alley next to it, and went directly into a state of invisibility.

"There's one thing I want to ...... with you"

"Next time, I'm in a meeting right now."

"Okay, next time."

"Hmm."

Baker turned off the phone and stood at the entrance of the alley, staring at the taxi heading for Cafe Betrico, his eyes flickering slightly.

Taxis are parked.

A beautiful woman gets out of the back seat.

Both Baker and his sister Erin inherited their mother's hair color, however, Baker's appearance was inherited from his father, while his sister Erin inherited his mother's.

Blonde, tall, handsome.

It's beautiful!

Baker looked at his sister Erin who got out of the car, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The next second.

Baker turned around and walked directly towards the 820 building, even if they are brothers and sisters, but everyone is an independent individual, Baker asked himself if this brother did not do badly, just like he said when he left.

To each his own.

That's good, too.

Erin, who had gotten out of the car at the café over there, seemed to sense something, and turned to look at the alley where Baker had just disappeared.

Come back to your senses.

Erin tucked the hair from her ear, then held out her right hand to the back seat where the door was not closed.

Not much.

looks cute, looks like five or six years old blonde little Lori was pulled out by Irene.

Little Lori said, "Auntie, what are we doing here?" ”

Erin smiled and said, "Go in and buy a coffee." ”

Little Lori nodded cutely.

……

in the apartment.

When Baker returned, he sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyebrows.

Jingle bells.

Call again.

Baker took out the phone and glanced at it, and for some reason, he seemed to have a sense of loss when he saw that it was not his sister Erin's phone.

It's Gwen's.

"Beck, that document has been deciphered and sent to your mailbox."

"Materials, now?"

"Just? Please, Mr. Morton, do you know how many consoles I burned to decipher this locked material? ”

“…… The money counts as mine. ”

"What you said, five sets of high-performance hosts, don't you pay for five, just buy me a service host recently pushed out by Stark Technology."

"Okay."

After answering Gwen's request, Baker walked to the study, turned on the computer, and retrieved the document that Gwen had just sent to decipher.

……