Mr. Link was very satisfied with this plan, and was about to make a decision, but he heard the green masked imp say, "Isn't this too obvious? Mr. Old Shugen will not escape for ten days inexplicably, and he will definitely rest a little and wait for an opportunity to take revenge." The Mutual Aid Society was at its most nervous, but it was at this time that someone offered a replacement and sought cooperation. Listening to the description of Coppola by the two small bosses, he is a very cautious fellow who will not fail to smell the trap. ”

Although Blackfinger is the boss in the slums, he is just an ordinary person in Birdbeak Town, and he didn't dare to stare at him when he was so refuted by a little ghost, and he muttered for a moment to make an improvement plan: "How about small-scale sales in bars and other places, wait for them to come to the door." ”

The Green Mask Imp still shook his head, "As far as I know, the research work on the puree of the Green Mist Elixir has entered the final stage, and the production method and main ingredient formula will be announced soon, and it will be shipped in a large area in a few days, and it will be ...... then."

Needless to say, the other two had already speculated that the original pulp was flooding the market, and that the mutual aid association would no longer be interested in the alternatives, and the improved version of the plan, which needed more time, would inevitably be aborted.

While Blackfinger was frowning and thinking of other ways, Mr. Link was puzzled, and it was ugly for him to 'perform' withdrawal in front of everyone these days. The many harms that the green mist potion may have on people's minds and bodies have been vividly displayed, and even as the discoverer, he regrets discovering this kind of thing, and everyone also pulls relatives and friends over to participate in the withdrawal - although it is just a few guys who have drunk the dilution, the withdrawal reaction is much milder.

But it is undeniable that it is already a recognized thing that this thing is not shallow to harm people, but why should it be mass-produced and harm more people? Just as he wanted to ask, Mr. Link shook his head again, what are the dying people still bothering about, everything has nothing to do with him. Get up and go out, leaving behind the following sentence: "Take your time to figure it out, and don't be in a hurry." ”

However, the next day, the black finger came out with two black circles under his eyes, and first explained, because the slums were all ordinary people, and there was never a group of people guarding against a person's situation, so it was not well considered. Then, in the light cough of Mr. Link, he turned to the topic, saying that the biggest obstacle at this time was that the mutual aid association was on guard, and in order to remove this obstacle, it was better to ask Mr. Link to hold a fake funeral, and when the enemy slackened, it would inevitably reveal the flaws and catch them all.

Mr. Link and the Green Mask Imp looked at each other and shook their heads. People who lack common sense of magic must be limited in their thinking, it is definitely not possible for a living person to pretend to be a corpse, it can be found with a little temptation, and it may not be useful to really put a corpse on it, I have never heard of the magic of changing appearance, and such a magical thing as 'makeup' has not yet risen in this world.

Black Finger seemed to be a little clerk who was not favored by the boss in PPT, and went back to the room dejectedly to continue to meditate, and in Mr. Link's heart, due to the passage of time, the initial hatred was corroded by the green mist potion, and began to think of alternatives. Maybe you can narrow down the scope of the revenge target again, go directly to Coppola, and the rest of the people can piggyback a few and count a few, as for the rest of the guys who participated in plotting themselves and profited from the green mist potion, they will be counted as lackeys.

However, with such a 'nest' and 'bloodless' plan, Mr. Link also knew that it would make people laugh when he said it, so he only kept it in his heart as the last emergency before he died.

......

In the next few days, Blackfinger thought of many more plans, some of which were not reliable at all, and some of which were operational but unsafe, and were all rejected one by one. Mr. Link even felt a little guilty about this guy who was so attentive, and he didn't care what the reward offered by Principal Jiao Ming was, after deciding to make it happen, he would give him all the cash from the mutual aid association in the action, and Principal Jiao Ming didn't look down on these small fortunes.

In the routine of abstinence treatment every night, it seems that he has entered a difficult period, and Mr. Link feels more and more helpless, and gives birth to resistance, oscillating between the two options of revenge and hatred for more life and complete immersion in the green mist potion. At the same time, Principal Jiao Ming, as originally agreed, thoroughly announced the production method and core ingredients of the Green Mist Elixir through the Onion News, which caused an uproar among the magicians in Birdbeak Town.

The sales version of Qingwu Elixir is limited by Mr. Link's puree, and the output is not much, and it is also a high-end product that is limited to daily sales in major taverns and red Chinese restaurants. In the past forty or fifty days, although a group of addicts have been cultivated, on the whole, it has not attracted the attention of the entire artisan group in Birdbeak Town, even if some people have a slight withdrawal reaction in the past few days, manic and irritable and smashing public property, they are only regarded as drunken madness.

However, the onion newspaper has already been recognized by the artisan community, and the detailed preparation method is poked out in such a straight and upright way, and the fire magicians above the three rings have tried to mix it in their own kitchens. Although he was extremely curious, he didn't dare to ignore the warning words in the onion daily, and drank a small dose with the mentality of trying it out.

Mr. Link recalled the 'happy' time when he first discovered the green mist potion, and after all, he couldn't bear to think about it, and when he met Principal Jiao Ming in the cafeteria, he expressed his doubts, but the answer he got made him even more puzzled: It's fun like this.

Not to mention how the fire mages in Birdbeak Town were tossing, the announcement of the recipe had a positive effect on Mr. Link's revenge plan. Coppola and others seem to have made some misinterpretations of this public formula incident, and in the routine nightly covert observation of Mr. Link and the others, the people of the mutual aid association have obviously relaxed, and many middle and high-ranking people who have been hiding where they have not been able to see people have also begun to show up on the streets. By the way, Mr. Link also saw the behavior of this group of people, and it was simply a reinterpretation of the slum gangsters' behavior in his childhood memories.

"It turns out that these guys have been acting with their tails between their legs, and I thought the magicians were all good gentlemen. Blackfinger sighed under his breath, looking at the scene in the slums in the dark alleys in the distance, but the specific target changed from food to money.

"What do you think of Coppola, fellow gang boss, did he think Mr. Old Tree Root is dead?" asked the Green Mask Imp, who wasn't interested in that kind of thing, to Blackfinger.

"The little one thinks so, and the two adults just listen to it, and don't take it seriously. Blackfinger smiled, and seemed to like to be compared to the Central Magician, leaving a way out and then guessing according to the limited information he knew, "If I were Coppola, Mr. Old Tree Root would have been rescued first, and there is no advantage in this world for nothing, so what the rescuer is trying must be the formula of the Green Mist Elixir."

At this time, the formula of the Qingwu Elixir was made public, and if the rescuer was not Principal Jiao Ming, of course, there would no longer be a worthless hidden danger, and he would inevitably kill people. If the person who rescued people was Principal Jiao Ming, why did he announce the formula of the Qingwu Elixir? This kind of thing, which is not beneficial to Principal Jiao Ming and Mr. Lao Shugen, must be guessed to be because of the intervention of a third-party force......

At this point, Mr. Link and the green masked imp both looked at the black fingers with surprised eyes, which made the man with a full face pause, shrank back, and asked, "Could it be that the villain guessed wrong?"

"Nothing, it's speculation anyway, you continue. Mr. Link patted Blackfinger on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

The black finger's eyes rolled, and after observing the words and checking to confirm that everything was fine, he continued to speak: "The rest of the speculation is the identity of the third-party force that dominates the disclosure of the formula, and it should be the formula of the Qingwu Elixir under the indispensable premise, which means that you have not chosen to cooperate, or you are dead, or you are still in a state of 'captivity', so the mutual aid association does not have to worry too much." ”

"Did you come up with all this?" asked the Green Mask Imp.

"It's the villain who can't sleep at night and thinks wildly. Blackfinger nodded again.

"You're a talent, do you want to do something for me after this incident?"

The black fingers fluttered and knelt down, showing their loyalty to the green masked imp, causing surprised glances from passers-by near and far. Link was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that this black finger was so dedicated, and on the basis of the reward, he had probably been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

......

After more than ten days, when the scorching heat at the end of summer dissipated and the night became cooler and cooler, it was Coppola's mutual aid association and the other side of the street force that broke out because of the territory issue of collecting protection money, and the small fight turned into a street scuffle, attracting the patrol floating tray of the Bloodclaw Army, and the two sides dispersed with interest.

Blackfinger, who was watching the fight, immediately reminded the other two that the Mutual Aid Society would probably meet tonight or tomorrow night to decide on a countermeasure, and that it was the best time for us to act.

Mr. Link nodded, deciding to go to the Mutual Aid headquarters, and instructed the Green Masked Imp to go back and fetch the poison mist grenades and other weapons he had prepared.

"This is going to happen?"

"My patience is like life, I don't have much left. ”

The green mask imp didn't say anything more, turned to leave, and when he came back, he brought two more helpers, one was obviously a little girl, but with a blue mask, and the other was a strong man, who had also been seen many times these days, and was a magic warrior of the eight-ring water system.

"I'm just watching, protecting you, and I won't make a move. ”

Mr. Link nodded, much more reassured. It's not that I'm afraid of death, but the success rate is more guaranteed. After all, his soul has been contracted to others, and it makes sense to send someone to keep an eye on it. I didn't bother to ask for names or politeness, so I turned my head and took three people to the dark alley opposite the grocery store that was the headquarters of the mutual aid association. ”

"This gas bomb will work, right?"

"Pull open the ring and throw it in. ”

Mr. Link gave two to each of the two imps and Blackfinger, and two in his own hand, and said to Blackfinger, "Stay away after throwing things." ”

"Yes. ”

The next move went smoothly, the gas bomb broke through the window, and then the door was blown open, and Mr. Link rushed through the door with two specially gifted submachine guns, and then swept through the poisonous mist, sensing the fluctuation of the fire-based magic medium, and then rolled to the side. Sure enough, the next moment, the door frame was shattered by the rift between the guns and the space.

After all, this poisonous fog is not instantaneous, and it is expected that the enemy will resist.

Feeling the numbness of the arm muscles, Mr. Link envied the strong flesh of the water magic warrior in his heart, and in the past, these two arms were afraid that they had been abolished. Loosen the submachine gun, groping for the bomb from the waist, but it was a slippery feeling in the hand, only then did I know that I didn't completely dodge it just now, but I didn't care much about it, and I pulled the pull ring and threw it to the place where the coughing sound was dense in the dense fog, and at the same time communicated with the fire magic medium to retain a trace of contact, once there was an abnormality, it was directly detonated, so as not to be dissolved by the bomb by spatial teleportation.

Luckily, however, the Qi mage was probably already injured, and the bomb exploded normally, causing a burst of screaming and screaming in pain. Mr. Link didn't understand what the other was saying at all, but he could guess the content, smiled happily, followed the sound guidance, and continued to drop bombs, strafe, and change magazines while moving quickly along the base of the wall, all barely skilled.

When the bombs are gone, the two masked imps who are waiting for the sound of the sound break through the window according to the plan, and the first stage of vision is blocked, so it is better not to break in. After this baptism, the enemy was gone, there was no coughing in the hall, and the rest of the people could no longer be dealt with with area damage. In the poisonous mist, both sides held their breath, as if they were blind, carefully groping for the enemy or exit.

Mr. Link walked cautiously, satisfied that everything was going according to plan, and stepped into the puddle with a soft thud. Mr. Link hesitated for a moment, and then stepped back, but it was too late. There was a sharp pain in his stomach, and he was punched hard, and his body folded and flew out.

Relying on his newfound physical abilities, Mr. Link recovered in mid-air and tried to master his balance, but unfortunately, his combat skills and control over his body were obviously not available quickly, and he still rolled on his buttocks. Of course, the other party took advantage of the victory to pursue, but he paused suddenly, and dodged the sneak attack of the masked imp.

"Who are you?" a voice sounded in the poisonous mist.

Mr. Link barely sat up, touched the submachine gun but only touched one, and fired in the general direction, and the lives of the two imps were long out of his mind. However, in exchange for the corpses and tables and chairs flying in the poisonous fog one after another, he quickly turned over to dodge, but he still took a few hits, grinned his teeth, leaned against the corner of the wall and stopped moving.

"Toniche!"

"Don't talk!"

There were two inexplicable sounds in the poisonous mist, and then there was a sound of wooden tables and chairs churning, and Mr. Link smiled and opened his mouth to reveal his identity: "I am the unlucky guy who was left by you in the stone room to make green mist potions day and night, you won't forget me so quickly." ”

When the words fell, I pricked up my ears, and sure enough, I heard two exclamations in the corner, moving sideways and shooting at the same time.