"Do you think that's necessary? We don't plagiarize the bridges in outdated movies, right? Zhang Lan, who was sitting in front of the trunk, frowned deeply, just because Joan of Arc was standing in front of him with an iron helmet.

"It's you who want to see my boss, this is the rule, you can die, and the boss's whereabouts can't be leaked." Joan of Arc said toughly.

"But why don't you get a clean blindfold, this helmet is like Jason's mask, you see, there are blood stains on it, and the bacteria are exceeded." Zhang Lan said with great disgust.

"What so much nonsense! Put it on! ”

Joan of Arc said that he put an iron hood on Zhang Lan and a combination lock, if he wore this underneath, it would probably be chastity pants! Zhang Lan only breathed in two nostrils, and it was pitch black in front of her.

Before he could react, Joan of Arc had pushed him into the trunk and slammed the door shut.

To be honest, for Zhang Lan, who has become a demigod, he doesn't need eyes or other body senses, and he can rely on energy......

Holy!

Joan of Arc had already thought about it, she made a bunch of sweet and greasy syrup and spit it on the trunk of the car, which attracted a circle of fire-breathing fireflies to come over, and all of them stuck to the back, what Zhang Lan could feel was a dense snowflake world.

And when the jeep drove up in the wilderness, the butt of the car was on fire, and it could be described as a lightning speed.

Zhang Lan's statistical ability played a super disgusting function here, he accurately calculated that he was locked up for 1 hour and 27 minutes, 1245 bumps in the whole process, 687 headbumps, and 144 falls in the air, with an 85.7% probability, Joan of Arc, the mother-in-law is resentful of Zhang Lan's analysis of her feelings, and deliberately retaliates against Lu Kai, who is looking for disgusting people.

When the car stopped, Zhang Lan fell out of the trunk, and the moment he took off his hood, he directly knelt on the ground and vomited, the smell in the iron hood couldn't be smelled, just imagine, Zhang Lan had vomited on the road, but the mouth was blocked, the only way was to ...... again, and then ......

The guy with the hood directly lost the hood, and Zhang Lan took five minutes to recover.

"Are you alright?" Joan of Arc held a galaxy lollipop in her mouth, and she didn't have a backache when she stood and talked.

"I'll take you for a ride like this if I have a chance, if I can't beat you, you'll die a long time ago." Zhang Lan waved her one arm to wipe the dirt from the corners of her mouth, and finally stood up.

At this moment, I found out that this was a huge black tree forest, surrounded by dense black trees up to tens of meters high, and the trees were connected by vine suspension bridges, and there were children and old people in ragged clothes everywhere, and there were few strong men.

They were very kind to Joan of Arc, but they were hostile to Zhang Lan. They are holding gunpowder weapons from the old era, what can only be seen in the museum AK47, M4A1, here is almost a hand, I don't know if it can be used normally, but the group of people with guns are really like refugees.

Joan of Arc seemed to be very popular in the village, and a group of children swarmed around her, shouting "Sister! Sister! ”

There was also a smile on her non-mechanical face, and she did not hesitate to distribute her Xinghe lollipops to the children, you must know that Zhang Lan also wanted to taste them along the way, but she never gave even one.

"Let's go." Joan of Arc sent the child away and led Zhang Lan deeper into the forest, carrying a glass lantern filled with flaming fireflies.

"Your boss likes to live in this kind of place? Very offbeat. Zhang Lan said euphemistically.

"You're trying to say, why do I have such a poor boss, right? In the past, Joan of Arc was a knife used by those in power to solve all kinds of troubles. If I can afford to pay for it, even the father of the funder, I will kill it. Joan of Arc was blunt.

"You're not too young, and now you're starting to kill people for your dreams? Too naïve to fit into a world shrouded in black clouds. To put it simply, it's stupid. Zhang Lan was even more blunt.

"Stupid? Am I stupid than you who went to the Overlord Group for a girl? But sometimes, knowing that it is a stupid decision, you still have to do it for the sake of something you care about. Joan of Arc stirred the lollipop in her mouth and quickened her pace.

"What do you care about? Can't give you money, what can your boss give you? Zhang Lan wondered.

"He promised me that when it was all over, I could stand on the ground and look up and see the sun." Joan of Arc said well, which surprised Zhang Lan.

"Are you kidding? Black clouds have been covering the earth for hundreds of years, even if the federal government and the 7 major groups are helpless, your boss can do it? Are you a brainwashing scam company? Zhang Lan regretted coming over a little.

"Did you see those kids? Their parents were all low-level laborers in various groups, responsible for mining the most dangerous sacred stone dust, they were destined to be slaves by birth, and they didn't know what sunlight was until they died, someone should do something for them, right? Joan of Arc said as a matter of course.

"Idealists are not the people I want to work with, a group of fanatics who pursue sunshine and resist the overlord only by faith, and the final result will only be terminated like a cult, I am thinking, is it the wrong place?" Zhang Lan said solemnly.

"We are not fanatics, and we don't need to brainwash anyone, everyone follows the original intention of the boss, just to live like people. The families of these low-level laborers have a problem staying in the city to eat and drink, and if we hadn't intervened, they would have died long ago. "Joan of Arc doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

"Are you getting a concept wrong? In this world, it is not a sin for the weak to die first, and for the weak, it is the most painful to live. Is nesting here happiness? Have you ever thought about what will happen to them one day when the people of the syndicate find out about them? When Aaron's subordinates, will it end well? Zhang Lan asked.

"How do you know?" Joan of Arc suddenly stopped, and when she heard the name, her face changed suddenly.

"Protect the weak, the goal is to see the light of day again, and you can be moved to become his subordinate, and dare to fight against the overlord. Even if I don't have analytical skills, I should guess that your boss is the leader of the biggest rebel in history, Aron, who has the most powerful rebel group, a history of resistance for more than 30 years, and a reward of up to 1 trillion federal coins. ”

It is difficult for Zhang Lan not to know this person, because the frequency of his photos on TV is comparable to that of celebrities, no matter how incompatible the seven major groups are, they have reached a consensus on joint funding on the issue of arresting him, as the so-called "group friendship depends on Aaron", which is what it means.

"Mr. Zhang Lan seems to be far smarter than Joan of Arc describes, and I am really fortunate to have it." At this moment, a teenager pushing a wheelchair came into view not far away.

The legendary Aaron was nearly 50 years old, and he should have been in the prime of life, but he was sitting in a wheelchair, with a linen blanket on his legs, and an oxygen mask on his face, and he looked sick, as if he was going to die at any moment.

"Boss, why did you come out by yourself? It's not safe, go back quickly. Joan of Arc hurriedly stepped forward.

"With you here, what else is not safe, I'm just very excited, after so many years, I finally saw the man again, who dared to shake the overlord with his own strength." Aaron was relieved.