After Harley turned three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, she regained her balance, spread her limbs and walked against the wind, and finally stopped in front of the young man in a four-legged landing position as steady as Tarzan, and a sharp cold light shot out of her eyes.

"Damn! Do you want a Chihuahua to beat me? The young man looked at Harley in surprise, and suddenly grinned and laughed.

Barking!

Harley saw the look of contempt in the young man's eyes, and with a shout, he exhaled a cloud of black smoke and easily bound the young man.

"What is this?" The young man could not break free from the black smoke ring with all his might, and shouted in horror.

Harley didn't bother to ramble with him, kicked him to the ground with a small run-up jump, and then bit his leather jacket and shook his head before all his men came to stop him.

"Save the captain." The little round glasses suddenly screamed.

Barking!

Harley kicked him off the ship with a flying kick, and then quickly shuttled between the other crew members who tried to save the people, and after more than ten seconds, the crew members all lay on the deck clutching their bloody thighs and wailing.

Harley rubbed the blood from her paws on the deck, holding her head high like a victor, thinking that such a majestic side should be seen by the mice.

While Hallie is battling a competitive opponent, Yongqiang is still studying why he is on a ship with no one.

At the first glance of his opponent, he was sure that this thing was no match for Harry, because it was stupid.

And under his careful inspection, he really found a black leather notebook sandwiched between the wooden boards.

I opened the notebook, and the same sentence was written in scribbled handwriting.

"Everything is fake." Yongqiang read this sentence, closed the black notebook again, and stared at a three-headed sea snake symbol in the lower left corner, thoughtfully.

At this moment, a superbrain prompt appeared in his mind: Congratulations on your victory in the Arena King of the Seven Seas (II), and the five hundred points of your opponent Xu Xuanhe will be transferred to your name in three minutes. Due to your low win points, there is no competitive position for the time being. The competition will end in 10 minutes, so please be prepared.

The opponent he matched this time had already drowned hard.

"Perhaps, when I find all the treasure maps, I'll understand what's going on." Ten minutes later, Yongqiang came back from his contemplation, threw away the black notebook, and left this world.

The battle took half an hour in total.

When Yongqiang returned to the main god space, the light ball robot was crawling on the ground, and it was taken aback when it saw Yongqiang's feet appear in front of it: "So fast? ”

Harley had made a great deal of success in the battle just now, and before she could recover from her excitement, she thought that the ball of light robot had fallen again, and happily ran to its side and licked its head.

"What are you doing, Qiuqiu?" Yongqiang looked at the light ball robot suspiciously, and saw that the robot was crawling forward with one hand, and the direction was the telephone on the wall.

Every main god space has a telephone like this, which is a temporary means of communication, and everyone can make calls without adding friends, and it will not leave any traces.

"I ...... I don't know why, but suddenly I wanted to take a walk. It's a pity it didn't work out. The lightball robot rolled its eyes and explained.

"I regret that your legs are not repaired. I'll find another way, what you have to do now is to cultivate obediently. Yongqiang picked up the light ball robot and put it on the big bed and said.

"Why did you finish the arena so quickly?" The photosphere robot asked.

"You said, don't be a moth, I'll come out if I win." Yongqiang said.

The light ball robot really wanted to slap its mouth: "Are you still fighting?" ”

"Of course, it's only been half an hour, and I can play at least twenty times." Yongqiang said.

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry, fight slowly, you must spend some time in the arena to familiarize yourself with the environment inside, in this way, when you participate in the sub-god war, you have to match the same arena, you have an innate advantage." The lightball robot forced a laugh.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

After Yongqiang finished speaking, he connected to the superbrain again.

"Do you want to open a multiplayer arena?"

"No."

"Whether or not to agree on a competitive opponent"

"Give me back the people who matched the Viper Guild."

Matching opponents...... Match successful...... Randomly generated arena ...... Start Teleporting ...... To "Martial Arts Field"

With a flash of light, Yongqiang's figure disappeared from the main god space and appeared in a bluestone-paved martial arts arena.

On the opposite side, stood a black-clothed swordsman wearing a hat and carrying a long sword.

Liu Yunlong's martial arts remarks seemed to be transmitted very quickly in the southern capital, and the kung fu at this time affected the clothes of the reincarnation.

"Is that you?" After the black-clothed swordsman saw Yongqiang's appearance clearly through the gap in the hat, his body was also shocked and exclaimed.

"You're from the Viper Guild?" Yongqiang asked.

"Hmph, let's die." The black-clothed swordsman directly expressed his attitude with his actions, shouted, and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword behind him, but he tried several times in a row, but he didn't pull the sword out.

"Why are you wearing a sword like this?" Yongqiang asked with a sigh.

"I see that there are swordsmen in the martial arts world posted on the forum, and there are people with swords like this." The black-clothed swordsman really didn't have much actual combat experience, and was purely imitating.

Yongqiang shook his head and walked towards the black-clothed swordsman.

"Bastard, dare to underestimate me, give me death." The black-clothed swordsman suddenly showed a successful smile, shook out a small pistol from his sleeve, aimed it at Yongqiang, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Yongqiang shook his body, dodged the bullet, came behind the black-clothed swordsman, drew his sword, and cut him in half.

The reaction speed of the black-clothed swordsman is already much faster than that of ordinary people, but when he encounters Yongqiang, he doesn't even have the slightest ability to resist.

Congratulations on your victory in the Arena of the Arena, and your opponent Qi Jiancheng's 500 points will be credited to your name in three minutes. Due to your low win points, there is no competitive position for the time being.

Ten minutes later, Yongqiang returned to the main god space again, and saw the light ball robot on the ground, crawling with one arm with difficulty.

The light ball robot raised its head blankly: "Why is it faster this time?" ”

"Because it's a martial arts dojo, there's nothing to be familiar with." After Yongqiang finished speaking, he paused for a moment and asked, "You have the urge to go around again?" ”

"Yes...... Oh, yes. The light ball robot replied awkwardly.

Yongqiang silently put him back on the big bed, and then matched the third arena today.

The light flashed, and Yongqiang disappeared again.

As soon as the light ball robot saw it, it immediately relied on the strength of one arm to push its body off the big bed, and then grinded in the direction of the telephone little by little, although the speed was very slow, but its eyes flashed with a determined and persistent light, as long as it was given enough time, it could-

Swish!

Yongqiang appeared in front of it again.

The light ball robot raised its head and asked angrily, "Why is it faster?" ”

"This time it's still a martial arts dojo." Yongqiang said.

"Oh." The light ball robot cooperatively raised his arm and asked Yongqiang to put him back on the big bed.

"Are you trying to call?" Yongqiang asked suddenly.

"If I don't call, you want to call, your whole family wants to call." The light ball robot excitedly denied.

Yongqiang saw that it had a tough attitude, so he stopped asking questions, and matched another game of competitive theater.

This time it took longer than the previous three times, about ...... An hour.

The lightball robot had successfully moved to the wall, and as he tried to stand up, Yong's powerful hands reached out from behind and carried it back to the bed.

"Your sister." The light ball robot burst into tears, "Don't take such a bully." ”

"If you really want to call, just let me know. If you want to fight, I won't stop you from fighting. Yongqiang said.

"I don't want to fight at all." The light ball robot shook its head vigorously.

"Okay. If you want to fight, tell me about it. Yongqiang took out the artifacts obtained from these competitive battles from his backpack, sold them all to the prop market, and then continued to match.

This time, Yongqiang took longer.

After two hours of not returning, the orb of light finally crawled to the wall and propped itself up, its arms sticking out just enough to reach the phone.

"Hahahaha-" It laughed heartily, but the moment it picked up the phone and turned around, its expression froze.

I saw that in the small room, diagonally above the TV, there was an extra camera at some point, which was just aimed at the position of the telephone.

After several minutes of silence, the light ball robot suddenly found a rag out of nowhere, wiped the phone, gently put it back, and then wiped the floor in the room with difficulty with one arm, as if it was originally going to clean the room before picking up the phone.

After doing this, the light ball robot still endured the grief and indignation in his heart, showed a happy expression, and waved the rag in his hand at the camera.

At this time, it was less than six hours before dawn, and Yongqiang had not yet returned.

It's not that Yongqiang deliberately wants to test the light ball robot and give him plenty of time to act, but this time, he is matched with a difficult opponent and a huge competitive theater.

……

In a conference room on the top floor of a skyscraper, at the brown oval-shaped high-end conference table, there were only Yongqiang and Elizabeth, a female boss with a serious face.

Before he could ask anything, Elizabeth had already pushed an envelope in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Since Mr. Kurosawa was assassinated right under our noses, our security level has been downgraded from triple-A to A-level, and many big customers have been snatched by Brian Security. That's why we recruited you, Situ Yongqiang. ”

Yongqiang opened the envelope, and inside were three photographs and a piece of paper.

The first image is of a blonde woman trying to stay calm, but her eyes are full of horror.

"Her name is Claire and she's a journalist. Two years ago, former Bobonian President Vladislav Dukhovich was the only witness to a massacre in a village outside Bratsk. ”

Yongqiang flipped to the second photo, which showed a man with a white beard, a calm face, and a pair of small round gold-wire glasses. At the first glance of this person, Yongqiang had already seen a thick and indissolvable evil in his cold and indifferent pupils.

"Ladislav Duchovich is on trial at the Hague Tribunal, and there are many victims who have come forward to correct him, but the only thing that can really make Ladislav Duchovic confess is Claire and her photos."

Yongqiang stared at Ladislav Dukhovich's photograph for a long time, then pulled out a third photo.