After saying that, Zhou Jun pushed the officer away and walked forward, and the soldiers who had blocked him before began to divide a path for him to pass.

As for the officer, he was about to open his mouth to stop it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was sweet, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and all his internal organs hurt fiercely.

Not only the officers themselves, but also the rest of the soldiers felt that something was wrong, but the toxin detection devices on their bodies did not move at all.

Thinking of what Zhou Jun said before, they would let their internal organs rot into firearms, and they didn't dare to act rashly, so they had to make a way out and let Zhou Jun pass.

"By the way, there's one more thing I forgot to mention." Zhou Jun suddenly stopped and looked at the officer, and said, "Let me tell you above, what you did in the Gene Academy made me very unhappy, I suggest that you don't challenge my patience again, and I was invited by someone, not escorted here, please don't misunderstand." ”

After speaking, Zhou Jun left directly, and with Zhou Jun's departure, the stinging burning sensation in the bodies of the soldiers present slowly disappeared.

Waiting for Zhou Jun to leave, the officer before opened his mouth and drank a jar of antidote, but the burning sensation in his body did not decrease, he was the closest to Zhou Jun, and he was also the most seriously injured.

"Captain, what do we do now?" A soldier walked over and asked.

The officer glanced hatefully in the direction where Zhou Jun left, and then said, "All of them have withdrawn to the barracks, and I will report to my superiors about today's events." ”

Leaving the school gate, Zhou Jun came to a luxury car gathering point, and the group of beautiful men and women around him avoided Zhou Jun when they saw Zhou Jun in formal clothes.

When he walked to a black business car, Zhou Jun stopped.

A sturdy black bodyguard walked over from the side, opened the car door, and said respectfully to Zhou Jun, "Mr. Zhou, please." ”

Zhou Jun nodded and walked into the car. In addition to the driver and the bodyguard from before, there was another person in the car.

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time." Tang Hongyan sat on the side, lowered his head and said respectfully.

Zhou Jun glanced at her, did not speak, but made a silent action, seeing this action, Tang Hongyan suddenly understood something.

"I arranged for you to come to the Third District this morning, and you arrived in the evening, and it seems that you are doing well here." Zhou Jun said with a smile.

Tang Hongyan nodded, "This is mainly due to Mr. Zhou, there is a sign of destroying mushrooms, and I can eat well in the Federation." ”

"Anyway, it's your first time working in the Imperial Capital of the Federation, how does it feel compared to black gold?" Zhou Jun continued to ask.

"The prosperity of the imperial capital of the Federation cannot be compared with the emperor, and the first time I came here, I felt like a village girl."

"Hahaha, young people should come out and walk around more, what is the benefit of being a rich man in that kind of countryside." Zhou Jun laughed.

Then the two started chatting again, talking about Tang Hongyan's recent situation, the current situation of the empire, the supply of various resources needed by the army, and finally even talked about celebrity gossip.

On the other side, in the barracks, a soldier with glasses was debugging the equipment in front of him, he had a headset on his head, listening to the conversation in the headset, his face was almost black.

"What's wrong?" The officer who had stopped Zhou Jun before had a bandage around his neck, and after a doctor's examination, his throat was burned by the corrosive fire poison.

"King Zhou got into a business car and started a conversation with a woman." The officer with the headphones said.

"What did you talk about?" The officer asked.

The officer shook his head, put down his headphones and said, "It's all smoke bombs, there's no point, I guess they've discovered our listening." ”

"What an abomination! Keep listening, I don't believe they've been talking about these topics all night, and I'm going to record what they've said, and I'm going to see if there's any special secret word or something. ”

A few minutes passed

The destination that Zhou Jun and Tang Hongyan came to was a relatively well-known hotel in the third district.

After getting out of the car, an old man dressed as a housekeeper came over and stood in front of the car, looking at the two people in front of him with a smile on his face.

Zhou Jun stretched out his hand to Tang Hongyan, who was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took out a black card from his purse and handed it over.

Zhou Jun took the black card, showed the old man a person, and then put away the card and gestured to the old man with his eyes.

The old man nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, and then said: "Welcome to the Grand Hotel of Sarog, I am your personal steward, code name: G, you can ask me at any time if you have any questions, your ears have been cleared, and please don't be restrained." ”

"Where's the private room on the ground floor?" Zhou Jun asked.

Ke raised his head and said seriously: "I have already prepared it for you, please come with me, but this lady." Ke looked at Tang Hongyan beside Zhou Jun.

"She's my entourage, you'll be picked up at the restaurant above, and I'll go over when I'm done." Zhou Jun said.

"Do what you want." Ke bowed his head and said respectfully.

Tang Hongyan's face also became serious, the night before yesterday, Tang Hongyan dreamed of Zhou Jun in his sleep. After Zhou Jun gave her a series of instructions, the card appeared in her hand, although she was very confused, but Zhou Jun's order still had to be carried out.

Then, under the leadership of the old man, Zhou Jun walked into the underground space of the Sarog Hotel.

"By the way, isn't this a branch of the Thatcher Hotel? Why is it called Sarog Hotel? Zhou Jun asked suddenly.

Ke smiled, "Because this is just a branch, the Thatcher Hotel symbolizes the base camp of our organization, the Thatcher Hotel of the Federal Empire is located in the center of the imperial capital, and the last time you bombed it was our friendship with Vulcan Heavy Industries in the Ninth District." ”

"yes, that's embarrassing." Zhou Jun scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Soon, the two of them came to an iron door, and Gram made a gesture of please.

"When I came, I read the rules of the Thatcher Hotel, and you can't kill people in the Thatcher Hotel." Zhou Jun said.

"I'm very glad Mr. Zhou, you can read our hotel regulations, it's true, killing people in the hotel is prohibited, even in this black room in front of you. However, this is a clause for ordinary people, and members of the VIP card granted by the senior management can kill people in the hotel, and they can only kill one person per month, and no third person can be present when they kill. And don't worry about any intelligence leaks, that's the promise given by Thatcher Hotel. Ke said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhou Jun breathed a sigh of relief, because he was a VIP member. Then he pushed the door and walked in, and when he entered, the iron door was slammed shut. Gram stood in the doorway, looking cautiously around.

As soon as he walked into the room, Zhou Jun saw a thin middle-aged man with dense tattoos carved all over his body, and his shape was very murderous, sitting there fiddling with a machine.

The middle-aged man heard the sound at the door, turned his head to look, and when he saw Zhou Jun's dress, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then immediately stood up and walked towards Zhou Jun excitedly.

"Mr. Zhou, I didn't expect my customer to be you, it's incredible, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Kasuo, and I am a senior tattoo artist." Cassel walked up enthusiastically and said.

"Hello Mr. Cassel, I invited you this time in the hope that you could get me a tattoo, are you okay?" Zhou Jun asked.

Cassel patted his chest and said, "This is my job, Mr. Zhou, this is my portfolio, do you like it?" With that, Cassel handed over a picture book.

Zhou Jun politely flipped a few pages, and then said, "Mr. Casso, I brought something to tattoo for you this time." Zhou Jun took out a long note from his pocket.

"Can it be made like this?" Then, Zhou Jun put the note around his neck, demonstrated the effect to Kasso, and then handed the note to Kasso.

Cassel spread out the note and looked at it carefully, the dense black lines of the symbols on the note were intersected and intertwined, and there was no relationship between the symbols, but from a professional point of view, Cassel actually saw a very complex but beautiful feeling in this painting.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "It's no problem at all, isn't it just a matter of drawing according to the picture above." ”

Zhou Jun thought for a while and said, "If that's too simple, my request is for you to design a tattoo pattern, put the previous symbols into that tattoo pattern according to the order and position I specified, and then tattoo me on my neck." ”

As soon as Cassel's eyes lit up, he knew that things were not so simple, for a tattoo artist who was obsessed with the tattoo career, Zhou Jun's request could be said to be a kind of recognition for him.

"It's completely okay Mr. Zhou, it's better to say that this is the best, since you want to hide what you explained, I think you should have a special pigment, show me what the amount is, I'll have a preliminary design." Cassel said excitedly.

Then, Zhou Jun handed over the black potion he had refined before, and said, "Tattoo well, don't be discovered." ”

"I know Mr. Zhou, please rest assured, I am very professional in this area." Cassel nodded, Zhou Jun's repeated emphasis had attracted his attention, he had done this kind of thing before, tattooing a tattoo with a password for enemy spies or gang members, so as to deliver messages.

After mixing the potion, Cassel continued to ask, "Mr. Zhou, what do you want to tattoo on your neck, Shocking Dragon?" Downhill Tiger? Demon Flame Phoenix? ”

Zhou Jun thought about it carefully, and a white fox mask appeared in his mind, and said, "Give me a white fox tattoo." ”

"White fox? Then the striped severe-tailed demon fox, that one has many scars, which can cover up these symbols. Cassel said, and Zhou Jun nodded.

With Zhou Jun's approval, Cassel took out a tattoo gun and began tattoo work.