Who speaks?

He is the king of this transit station, also known as the "executive officer", and he used to be just a local gangster, but because he is good at stammering and communicating, he has a relationship with some high-ranking officials of the Freedom Group, and is assigned to become the administrator of the transit station.

It is mainly responsible for the output of human resources, discovering special talents here, and pushing them to various departments to act as labor.

Every day, executives are given new manpower needs and then recruit temporary workers from transit stations to work.

He was more like a contractor and decided the livelihood of many people. As long as he wants, he can give anyone a job that is no more than four hours a day, but he can earn more than half a month's salary of an ordinary worker. The remuneration is directly paid to the executive officer's account, and then he forwards it.

Such a fat errand made him a starry moon at the transit station, although he was not good-looking, buckteeth and baldness, and only 1.5 meters tall, but look at him sitting in the corner, there were 4 beauties lying next to him, all for him to suffer.

For the executive officer, those who dare to come to this transit station must be coiled if it is a dragon, and if it is a tiger, it must be a cat, and he is in charge of his territory.

But the moment Zhendra lowered her hood, everyone present only felt that their knees were weak and they were sweating profusely.

Joan of Arc is a world-renowned wanted criminal, and her picture is what all bounty hunters dream of ever dreaming of. The reward amount is as high as 80 million, but no one has ever caught her.

The bounty hunters who brag about making a fortune on her...... Now the grave grass is half a man's height.

"Run!" Someone had already rushed to the door of the bar, but as soon as his hand touched the door panel, he was directly shocked and flew up and fell back into the lobby, and the entire metal façade of the bar was connected with high-voltage electricity.

They tried to take out their mobile phones to call the police and call for help, but all the communication equipment had no signal, which was the result of strong electromagnetic interference.

From the outside, there was a sign at the door of the lounge area that was closed, and no one could approach.

At this moment, the lounge bar is simply an island in the transit station, no one can get out, and no one wants to come in.

"Friends, we are here to buy things, not to find things, and if the transaction is not completed, no one will want to leave." Joan of Arc said and pulled out the stainless steel dinner knife on the table, and the big man rolled to the floor with another scream.

"Of course you can try to do it, after all, you have so many guns, it's really a bit of a shame to admit it like this, I understand your feelings, so I promise, only kill the first 10 hands, and the others will be crippled at most."

Joan of Arc said, unzipping her blouse and tying it around her waist, revealing the metal shell of a mechanical prosthetic body, which makes your scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"Don't be afraid! She's bluffing! She doesn't have heavy weapons at all, ants gnaw elephants! Kill him! We can divide 80 million! The executive roared in his position, and gave everyone a stimulant shot with a bounty, and a group of cowards were so emboldened that one guy quietly loaded the gun behind his back.

"Let's talk about it first, everything depends on my arrangement, you are not allowed to move, stand still." Joan of Arc turned back to Kun and admonished.

"Time for a glass of wine, if you still procrastinate, I'll end it." Kun said, holding his glass.

"It's a deal." The moment he looked at Joan of Arc's sideways, a sinister guy suddenly pulled out a gun, and just about to pull the trigger, he immediately fell to the ground screaming, because the dinner knife that Joan of Arc casually threw nailed the palm of his gun to his chest body armor. The power instilled in an ordinary table knife is comparable to the impact of a large-caliber rifle.

After the screams rang out, the whole bar was lively, and everyone began to shoot wildly, and for a time there were four gunshots and flames.

Joan of Arc stepped forward, grabbed a pair of chopsticks on the table, and every time he passed someone's side, one of the chopsticks pierced through the body and nailed to the floor.

The bullet hit Joan of Arc's body, only to turn into a spark and bounce off, leaving not even a trace on the surface of her Odin's metal armor.

Of course, some people also noticed that Kun, who was drinking, actually aimed his gun at him, but whether it was a metal armor-piercing warhead or energy ammunition, all of them were fired in front of him, as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding this man.

The entire bar hall was full of about 100 people, but all of them were knocked to the ground by Joan of Arc in 3 minutes, some were already dead, and some were still lying on the ground dying, unable to move.

Looking at Joan of Arc again, the clothes on his body were full of bullet holes, but he didn't even sweat at all, and only one chopstick was left in his hand, standing in the center of the audience, looking left and right, as if looking for something.

After drinking, Kun put the wine glass on the bar and walked over.

"What about the most ferocious executive just now? Where did you go? Joan of Arc flipped open the couch as if she were looking for a kitten or a puppy, "Hey, come out!" I won't hit you. ”

"The guy you're looking for just ran over there." Kun pointed to the toilet.

"Okay, thanks!" Joan of Arc said as she walked into the men's bathroom.

At this moment, the executive sitting on the toilet was trembling and trying to make a call, but the unserviced icon in the corner made him almost cry.

"Friend, now is not the time to go to the bathroom." Joan of Arc tore the door open from the outside with her bare hands, and the locks were broken.

"Sister Joan of Arc spare her life! We have no grievances in the past, and we have no worries in the near future, don't kill me! "The executive cried like a grandson.

"Come on, come on, my sister doesn't want your life, as long as you help with something." Joan of Arc grabbed the executive officer's neck with one hand, lifted it out like an eagle catching a chicken, and put it on the washstand, only then could they look at each other, "I heard that you are specifically recruiting people for the Freedom Group, and I need two badges, the kind that I want to work with the ancient super gods." ”

"Sister, what are you doing there?" The executive shuddered.

"If you don't have any money, can't you do some work?" Joan of Arc smirked.

"Sister, it's not that I don't help you, it's that I really can't help you! The Ancient Super Divine Soldier is now heavily guarded, and all personnel need to be reviewed three times, I have a certificate, but if I give it to you, I will have to land on the head. The executive officer defended, "If you don't think it's good, I'll give you the address of a high-ranking official, and you can go and tie him up, and you can also go to the ancient super divine weapon." ”

"Are you kidding me? I've found you, let me look for it again, no matter how much, give me two certificates, 100,000 one. Joan of Arc pulled out a crystal card of 200,000 yuan and stuffed it into the executive's jacket pocket.

"It's really not good, sister! Xingchen is a pervert, he's going to kill me! "The executives were crying.

"Don't worry, when we go up, he will die, and at most his soul will come to harass you." Joan of Arc patted the executive on the cheek.

"What if you don't kill him?" The executive shuddered.

"That's probably not going to happen. You can choose, either trade with me now and you live; Or I'll just kill you. Joan of Arc said solemnly.

Under the coercion and coercion of Joan of Arc, the trembling executive officer came to his office, took out two identity chips from the safe, modified the information of Kun and Joan of Arc and entered it, and they will be on the Ancient Super Divine Soldier as cleaners.

The executive who was robbed of his identity chip didn't dare to report it at all, after all, for whatever reason, handing over the chip would be tantamount to a mutiny, and once Joan of Arc missed, he would be dead after settling the score.

Now the executive can only pray that Joan of Arc can be done!