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John never imagined that one day he would become someone who was valued by others.

In addition to his mother, who had long since died, John even thought that the people he spoke to called him fat because they couldn't remember what they were called or what their last name was.

True, for a fat man hired to work on the estate, the surname does not matter at all.

But this never happened again after he arrived at Mahenora in Las Vegas, and he is now known as the smiling skull crusher, Mr. John.

It's a crazy name, because the fat man's smile, unlike the Mona Lisa, is anything but mysterious, impenetrable, weird and weird.

John's smile has been described as Makhnora's most honest smile and the most deceptive smile in the casino.

After meeting John, the fat boss finally formulated the most appropriate adjective for this smile.

"It's an honest smile," he said. ”

And the fat boss who is surrounded by his younger brother is the one who makes John suddenly feel that he is valued.

Makhnora was still surrounded by rolling yellow sand, the bitter wind blowing from the depths of the desert, with the temperature of the yellow sand, the crimson moon hanging overhead, another new moon.

"Boss, what are you bringing me here for?"

John stood behind the fat boss on the left, followed by a few men in black, slowly walking in the moonlit night, and moving deeper.

"John, how long have you been in Makhnora?"

The fat boss asked casually, the dry air made his throat sink into the sand, he held a good dry Muggle cigar in the corner of his mouth, and his mouth kept spitting smoke like a waterfall against the current, and finally stopped to rest.

He didn't call John fat, and John didn't add a fat word in front of the boss, even though both of them left two deep footprints when they walked in the desert, no one dared to tease him like that, unless he was crazy.

"I think it's been about a month, boss, where are we going?"

"It's so hot in the desert, it's so hot at night, isn't it as ...... as a furnace during the day?"

John wiped the stinky sweat from his cuffs, and the image of the past flashed through his mind, and at the moment he was still watching the boxing from the ground shortly after it happened.

"Remember the first time we met?"

The fat boss asked John again, and John didn't know what he wanted to express at the moment, but in the face of the boss he had just recognized, John replied without thinking.

"Of course, I remember that night I had been following the hypocritical philanthropist, ready to do a big job, to do a roadblock robbery. ”

"I managed to grab the philanthropist's wallet, and you grabbed it before I left, but now you're asking me what I'm doing, and someone is coming to arrest me?"

John's eyes widened, he was still impressed by the fat boss's persuasion to join the inexplicable organization, because he didn't know what special abilities he had, and he once thought that the fat boss was a liar.

But the fat boss knew that he had killed someone outside the city, and that he must have been through something to get to where he is today, which made John feel like he had found his kind.

"No one can arrest you within the confines of the Black Street, not even the Witch Hunters Association and the O-German Holy See, you don't have to worry about that. ”

"Don't ask so much, it'll be there in a moment. ”

The fat boss comforted him without sincerity, because he knew that John was not afraid at all, and that this man had no guilt about killing, let alone the pursuers.

People like John are rare and terrifying, and the fat boss can tell at a glance that he is not a person sent by some organization to cause trouble in the streets, but a lawless lone ranger.

In a short negotiation, the fat boss learned even more surprising information, this smiling fat man didn't even know that he was a capable person!

Therefore, the fat boss decided to invite John to join the Black Street and become a part of his own power.

After all, Black Street is not a defender of order in the mysterious world, and he doesn't care about John's violation of the rules, and there are too many things to regulate behavior after joining the organization.

The existence of a lone ranger is not uncommon, the world changes every day, and it is common for ordinary people to be influenced by various reasons to become potential abilities.

These people are completely in a state of being completely in a state of nothing in the mysterious world at the beginning of their ability awakening, and they will be lost in the sudden and powerful force, and accomplish things that they did not dare to do and could not do before.

The world is so vast that even if there were the Ode Holy See and the Witch Hunters, they would not be able to be the fathers of all the powerful, and not all of them would be willing to join these two organizations to maintain world peace.

At this time, it is necessary for other organizations in the mysterious world to discover and accept these people, tell them about the mysterious world, and become a scabbard that binds the mysterious power.

It's a win-win option.

The number of mysterious sources and the power contained within them are limited, and the organizations with the mysterious sources do not want their sources of power to be used up in the development of new members and the expansion of the organization's strength, and those who are outcast become the best choice.

What's more, not all organizations have the ability and qualification to have a mysterious source, and those who are inspired by the collision of the power of the ability will lose their strength layer by layer, and if they want to maintain the strength and prosperity of the organization, they must also find and invite the stunned young people who have just stepped into this world.

Therefore, even in the dark corners where the power of the Oude Holy See has not yet extended, it is rarely out of control, because the organizations in the vicinity have already taken action to recruit new people!

This is also the reason why organizations that are not involved in witch hunting are so widespread, as this is a rule allowed by the Holy See of Ode.

It's just that it's really rare for a fat man like John, who has a big change of heart and kills people as he wants.

The fat boss observed John again when he stopped to rest, and he was still smiling, sitting honestly on the warm sand, harmless to humans and animals.

"This little fat man will have a big future in the future, and I can't even see through him. 」

"But John's presence could also be a great danger, if not for the possibility of ......."

The fat boss's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he saw a small wave rising in a sea of rolling yellow sand under the crimson sky in the distance, and it was Boss Hand's men who were controlling a small piece of sand and soil to rush in this direction.

"Boss, he's flying on the sand!"

In the fat boss's team, only John's eyes widened at everything, and the crowd burst into laughter, mocking John for not being knowledgeable.

"The ability to control the sand, it looks like he's flying at low altitude, but in fact he's just standing on the sand and moving, and I have a friend who can control the whole desert for him. ”

"Don't make a fuss when you see anything in the future, how can you say that you are also a member of the Black Street, and if you make noise when you see an ability you haven't seen, you will be laughed at by other organizations. ”

"Next time I introduce you to another friend, she can directly change her human appearance into other creatures by changing her bones and muscles, and she can also grow fleshy wings more than a meter long from her skull, which can fly directly into the sky. ”

The fat boss also explained to John with a smile that it may be that the superior has been in office for a long time, and his smile is full of hypocrisy, and John's smile does not look real and credible at all.

"Boss, since everyone is capable, and you also say that I am no longer an ordinary person, what is my ability?"

John looked enviously at the speeding sand dunes, imagining the extraordinary scene described by the fat boss, his face was full of yearning, he also wanted to have such magical and unique powers.

"I don't know what your abilities look like. ”

The fat boss didn't answer John directly for the first time, but he still patiently explained to John, hoping that John would integrate into the powerful and wealthy organization of Black Street as soon as possible.

"Even if the ability is influenced by the same mysterious source, the ultimate ability will be affected by a variety of reasons such as their personality, habits, preferences, and even goals, forming abilities with a distinct personal style. ”

"For example, my friend who can change the physical form, although he was influenced by the source of witchcraft, he only awakened the mysterious power, but he was not satisfied with his height and appearance, and finally developed the ability to change muscles and bones. ”

"And the friend who plays with the sand every day, his personality is like sand, of course I don't mean the person who rushed over now, he is my friend's right-hand man, but he doesn't deserve to be my friend......"

"By the way, let's continue to talk about the friend who plays with sand, his personality is like sand, dry, he can't squeeze a drop of water for a long time when he talks, and he is very withdrawn, and he likes to use sand to pinch all kinds of strange dolls with sand when he has nothing to do. ”

"John, let's give you another example of a friend of mine who I don't often contact, this friend of mine is amazing, although he is no longer a member of the Black Street, his personality is exactly the same as his ability, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet......"

The fat boss swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, while chattering about his friends, and took the kettle handed by the younger brother to drink water, moistened his throat and continued to tell.

It was the first time John had seen the fat boss's chatty side, and it was also the first time he felt that the feeling of having a voice in his ears all the time turned out to be so bad!

He seized the opportunity to secretly turn around and look at the younger brothers who had been with the fat boss for many years, with a light of help in his eyes, and the younger brothers also glanced away very righteously, took out earplugs from their pockets and stuffed them into their ears without leaving a trace.

As for the fact that it is difficult for his boss to stop at the mention that he has a friend, all the younger brothers have suffered from this kind of mental torture, which is the only way for newcomers to grow.

Only after experiencing this kind of torture can everyone be a real family, and only after experiencing this torture will newcomers not ask the fat boss questions in the future.

Otherwise he'll tell you that he has a friend, he has a friend, he used to have a friend......

John's expression froze instantly, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, silently spit out a mouthful of old blood in his heart, and continued to maintain an aggrieved smile.

The painful mental torment finally stops when Boss Hand's messenger arrives, and John begins to back off when the fat boss and the messenger start talking.

Without leaving a trace, he retreated into the crowd and patted the little brother who handed the fat boss water.

"Friend, do you still have extra earplugs?"

The little brother didn't take off the earbuds, and just by virtue of John's expression, he took out two pieces of milky white rubber from his pocket, with a sympathetic look on his face, as if to say: I understand you.

John gratitiously took the earbuds, but he didn't put them on right away, just put them in his underwear pocket, which was not easy to slip off, and returned to the fat boss.

The conversation between the fat boss and the messenger continued, and John pricked up his ears to listen, and no one forbade him to hear the conversation, indicating that they did not treat John as an outsider, or that the content was not important.

But for John, who has not been in contact with the mysterious world for a long time, he can't wait to know more, he is no longer the simple fat John, and understands the importance of intelligence.

"Boss Fett, Boss Hande dragged me to talk to you. ”

"I've just taken people out of Makhnora for less than a day and night, and something happened in the city?"

The fat boss got up with a frown, patted the sand on his hands, and looked in the direction of the casino, not knowing what he was worried about.

"It's not an internal matter of Makhnora, it's news from the outside. ”

The cloaked messenger shook his head, rejecting the fat boss's speculation, and then he looked left and right, lowering his head and lowering his voice to a minimum.

"The magician has poked one eye blind, this is their biggest achievement in the past few years!"

"Fake eyes ashore, they want to do something big, they have taken the initiative to contact the middle-level cadres on our side, the cadres dare not act rashly, and they have already reported this matter to the emperor. ”

"After Boss Hande got the news, he immediately sent me to discuss this matter with you and ask you...... Does God still exist?"

The messenger stopped talking and stood there with his head down, waiting for the fat boss to answer.

"Does God Still Exist......

"Hand, that guy is really bad-hearted, I don't know if God exists, but our emperor is still here, she must have more ideas that we didn't expect. ”

"Let me think about it. ”

The footsteps of the fat boss are pacing around, and the stars are also distant light years away, shimmering with uncertainty like a constantly flickering camera flash.

A thin cloud floated over the cloudless desert, obscuring the scarlet moon, and the night became darker, and the glow of nothingness became romantic.

The fat boss closed his eyes in contemplation, and many thoughts popped into his mind, the religious confrontation movement of the last century ended in the complete failure of the Dragon Sect.

So, will the Tianyan Sect succeed this time?

The fat boss doesn't believe in religion, whether it's the Orthodox Holy See or a cult, but at least the mysterious world under the rule of the Ode Holy See maintains a dynamic equilibrium.

But if the Holy See of Oude continues to exist, gaining more and more power and occupying more and more mysterious sources, will it really not attack the dark streets that have developed to this extent?

They have already made dangerous moves, which makes the Black Street have to be afraid of such a powerful Holy See, but is passive defense really effective?

What exactly did the emperor think?

Thinking of this, the fat boss suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky calmly.

"Did Hand say anything else?"

"Is there any movement from the wizards on the periphery?"