slept in the recording studio, and early the next morning, Zhang Luo was woken up by the sound of the news broadcast:

"According to the Middle East News Agency, yesterday afternoon, a meteorite fell on the north side of the Sahara Desert, causing immeasurable disasters, and tourists are requested not to travel here in the near future......"

Zhang Luo, who was leaning on the leather chair like a dead corpse, opened his eyes silently and stared at the short-haired female anchor who was sitting on the computer LCD monitor on the table.

"Can't you get people to get a good night's sleep?" He said angrily.

"It's a global headline, it's been on the air for a day, and it's all talking about it online." Jason, who was sitting in another chair next to him, stared at the female anchor on the screen with interest, turned his head, narrowed his blue pupils, cast a curious look at Zhang Luo, and suddenly asked:

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No comment." Zhang Luo replied casually, stood up and stretched, and the bones all over his body crackled, sounding like a machine that was about to fall apart.

"What's going on?" Jason stared at him with a frown.

"Osteoporosis seems to be the ghost of an unstable portal." Zhang Luo reported the name of a common disease among the elderly, and at the same time began to move the joints of the whole body.

-- The "Unstable Portal" created by Frankenstein that allows users to travel quickly around the world, although it is an extremely convenient way to travel, can cause harm to the user's body.

If it was usual, Zhang Luo would generally choose a more time-consuming, but very safe normal portal for space transfer, yesterday for convenience, he used the "unstable portal", but when he woke up, he found that he had really been tricked.

However, this level of damage, for the current one, there is no need to worry about it at all.

Under the repair effect of the god-made body, the bones that began to loosen all over the body quickly returned to the best state, and after confirming that his body had returned to normal, Zhang Luo nodded with satisfaction: "Okay." ”

As the news continued, a number of edited videos appeared on the computer screen, all of which were aerial shots of the northern side of the Sahara Desert, and even if it was only a partial image, the horror of the desert could be clearly seen.

"It's like hell...... Is it really a meteorite that can be made? Looking at the red-burned rocks in the picture, the red-haired killer muttered.

Since she was not a member of the Strange Talk Research Association, Zhang Luo naturally would not divulge the secrets within the organization to her, but just said in a serious nonsense: "Don't underestimate meteorites, the extinction of dinosaurs was caused by meteorites back then." Then he looked out the window of the studio and asked:

"What about the others?"

"It's all outside, it's all here." Jason pouted: "When I heard that you were back, they all rushed over immediately." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Luo laughed proudly: "Ha, the old man's personality charm is really extraordinary. ”

"I think they're trying to make sure you're still alive." Jason sighed.

Putting on a black trench coat and walking out of the recording studio with Jason, Zhang Luo immediately saw that the crew with the strongest combat effectiveness in the world, which had been formed by himself, had been assembled in an extremely advanced studio.

In addition to the original members, the demon soldier Wilf, the angel Yazlar, and Saya, who became Zhang Luo's "servant", also appeared among the crew members. It seems that they were not ostracized, but quickly integrated into this "harmonious and friendly family".

Seeing that those guys were all looking expectant, Zhang Luo stepped forward under the gaze of the monsters and said with a smile: "Hello everyone." ”

After these days of contact, he could completely see that, unlike humans who often intrigued, heretical creatures, although they were terrifying in appearance, were in a sense much more innocent than humans.

-- There are no ill intentions, no intrigue, these monsters with a very different mode of thinking from human beings, do not follow the three views and guidelines of human beings, and are basically the type of people who do what they want, and only act according to their own will.

And for Zhang Luo, it is much more comfortable to communicate with such a guy than to communicate with ordinary people. Because he himself also belongs to this type of being......

But even so, there are some monsters that are too dangerous and will be repelled by others......

Turning his head to look at the triangular head standing in the corner, holding a butcher's knife, Zhang Luo coughed, and did not say any nonsense to "inspire the morale of the army", but began to give instructions straightforwardly:

"I needed a holographic projection of an underground city, as well as a set of underground corridors, to be as eerie as possible, and the walls on both sides needed to resemble the color of white bone......"

He quickly said the set that came to mind, and the monsters who had just gathered not long ago immediately started work with a tacit understanding.

At this time, Zhang Luo stood in front of the executioner in the corner, stared at the pointed metal helmet on the other party's head, and said politely: "Hello?" ”

The triangular head did not speak, and stood in place like a stake.

According to the records, this silent executioner never said a word, and Zhang Luo certainly did not expect the other party to talk to him, but continued: "Can I stay here for a while? ”

The triangular head remained silent, but the rusty helmet on his head leaned forward slightly.

"Looks like you agreed." Zhang Luo had already stood beside the dangerous executioner when he spoke, looking familiar.

Since he didn't know why this monster wanted to join the crew, Zhang Luo was currently trying to find some clues through close observation. What's more, even if there is no such thing as "Lord of Paradise", he is still very interested in monsters like Triangle Head, so now, while he can be lazy, he immediately comes over to "chat" with this monster.

Zhang Luo turned his head to observe the other party from the side, and a damp breath came to his face, smelling like some kind of moss.

From this distance, he could clearly see the structure of the other party's head: the helmet with a triangular head looked rusty, but the thickness was still incomparable to that of ordinary helmets. Moreover, from the lower part of the helmet, something resembling a mass of rotten flesh was also revealed, probably growing out of the head.

Zhang Luo knew that if the "meat ball" under the helmet was really something on the other party's head, the appearance hidden under the giant helmet with the triangle head might not be able to conform to human aesthetics...... However, it goes well with my own aesthetics.

His gaze shifted from the helmet to the bottom, and he could see that the clothes on the triangular head were not ordinary trench coats, there were no openings in the front, no buttons and zippers, but sewn from the back, and it seemed that it was impossible to take off unless it was torn.

Even though he knew that Zhang Luo was observing him, the executioner with the butcher knife in his hand did not react at all, and still stood motionless.

Realizing that the triangular head didn't seem to care, Zhang Luo took a step closer in the direction of the monster and stood within one meter of the other party.

Then, he turned on his "domain control" and began to try to parse the other person's body structure. (To be continued.) )