A gust of wind flew, and the leaves swirled and fell slowly, and before it could return to the ground, Pietro walked in with two men in his arms. [

"It turned out that they were hiding in a nearby car." The battle was a success, and Pietro threw them on the floor of the conference room with joy.

The two men were now stuffed with newspapers in their mouths, their limbs were tightly bound by their own ties, their clothes of excellent quality were now a rope that could not be overcome, and the two sturdy white men writhed ugly, they had not yet recovered from the dizziness of the galloping air, and they could not spit out the acid water in their stomach bags, and for a moment they were choked and rolled their eyes, and it took a while for them to catch their breath.

"Did anyone see your movements?" Eric asked casually as he looked at the two men.

"There wasn't a single one around." Pietro shrugged, he was absolutely confident in his skills.

"That means no one knew they were coming to me." Eric muttered in a low voice, his voice was not right, and the two men involuntarily glanced at each other, and immediately struggled desperately.

But Pietro held down these two people in time, although he was not known for his strength, but after all, he was a mutant of more ordinary people, and his hands were quite strong, and he pinched the necks of those two people like pinching two helpless chicks, so that they did not have the slightest strength to fight back.

And at the moment he was still unaware of the quip: "Unless the car can speak, I promise no one knows where they went." ”

"Yes, I believe." Eric laughed wryly and bent down to look at the two men. "It's close to Bear Mountain State Park, and I remember a little lake not far away, and maybe their boss would have thought they had been taken by a monster in the lake. Do you think so? ”

"Uh, isn't that okay?" Pietro finally sensed something was wrong, and he replied crampedly, touching the back of his head.

The death of one person is a tragedy, and the death of a million people is just a statistic. More than 2,300 people go missing every day in this country. Last year, it broke the 900,000 mark, and two more people don't seem like much, maybe they just made that number climb to 1 million. You see, this sentence is simply for them, so what are we waiting for? ”

The two men screamed wildly, and when they could not speak, they just rubbed and bumped on the ground, their faces flushed, and tears and snot flowed all over their faces.

Petro was also dumbfounded, he hadn't thought about facing such a situation. I couldn't accept it for a while.

Then he heard Eric's orders.

"You mean, slap them?" Pietro scrambled to grab the two men and confirmed his opinion with Eric, who finally let out a sigh of relief when he received a reply. Although a slap would have been unacceptable, it was nothing compared to killing these two inverted friezes.

Now even these two people have relaxed, they don't care about the pain they have to suffer, as long as they don't lose their lives, they can do whatever they want.

But just by the way they squirm their jaws, they must have something to say.

Pietro reminded Eric of this. But Eric has his own opinions.

"Be reserved, Pietro." Eric smiled and leaned back on the table and looked at them. "Ancient jurists had the view that any answer that was not obtained through torture was an unreliable answer. I've always been a big believer in that. ”

"Okay." Eric's words seem to make a lot of sense. Petro was speechless, so he raised his hand.

In the panicked eyes of the two men, two crisp voices sounded.

"No, it's not." Eric wasn't satisfied. He gestured. "Slapping someone is like a general commanding war, and it's an art worth exploring deeply. During the Renaissance, a brilliant artist could walk into the flower hall of cardinals and dukes with great skill. And by the same token, if you can master the mystery of slapping, you can instantly pull an adult back to the baby days with a pacifier in their mouth, and they will stop thinking and confess to you without reservation, and you can do whatever you want. ”

"Sounds like the power of the piano." Pietro pressed the two men and shrugged at the same time, but two slaps actually made his whole body hot as if he had experienced an all-out battle.

"Well said, it seems that you have grasped the fundamental principle, but you still lack practice." Eric approvingly, making a "please" gesture, Pietro looked down at his prisoner again.

Looking at it now, the faces of these two people seem to be a little more rounded.

"Oh, I don't want to do that, but who's calling him the leader?" Pietro finished speaking apologetically, and his hand was raised again.

This time the two men cried loudly, and although Pietro's hand did not exert much force, their conversation made the two men tremble, regretting that the suffering was not over, so they still had to suffer for their actions.

"No, no." Eric shook his head repeatedly, he had made up his mind to completely destroy the will of these two people, and by the way, he would give the kind-hearted Pietro an unforgettable lesson in social practice. "Wave your hand with courage, and move boldly and firmly."

He said loudly, criticizing Pietro with his head lower and lower.

"A simple rebuke is enough to make the conscience of 6o% of the people recede - but beware, by this we mean well-bred civilized people, and these are barbarians bent on instigating a conspiracy to take away the last bit of our possessions, and dealing with barbarians only in a way they understand."

"Barbarians?" Petro muttered to himself, looking at the two men under his men, who were undressed but had been suited before, and now suddenly redefined them, and his mind became confused.

Eric sensitively noticed that Pietro's gaze fell below, and it seemed that the young man still needed a little motivation.

So he opened the mini bar in the conference room, took out the champagne used to celebrate the signing of the contract, and took out two glasses by the way, one of which was handed to Pietro, and accompanied him to taste it slowly.

Between them, there were two guys on their knees crying bitterly, they were assigned by their superiors to incite the union to make trouble, they didn't expect to trap themselves in, and they didn't expect these mutants who looked like good bullies to be so terrible.

Admiring their distorted faces, Eric's voice echoed through the conference room.

"In ancient times. Barbarians are alien races dressed in animal skins and armed with wooden sticks, and they go around plundering and not producing; In the Middle Ages, the word was given a new interpretation, and even if they were dressed in style, with high skill and gentle character, those who did not believe in Christianity were still classified as barbaric. In modern times, the name has suddenly disappeared from our world, and those who are still dressed in animal skins are called aborigines, while the latter are called foreigners or minorities. No matter what their name is, as long as they are in this country, they will at least be respected on the surface. But there is only one exception. ”

"There is only one exception. They are an offshoot of humanity. They were just as ancient, and perhaps Noah's ark did not explicitly assign them a seat, but the Creator undoubtedly poured more favor into them. They are us, mutants. ”

At this point, Eric's eyes looked at Pietro, a pair of eyes full of heat, and Pietro's heart suddenly lifted, and he felt a little dry in his mouth.

Eric's voice continued, his momentum becoming more and more pressing. The sound fell on Pietro's heart like a war drum, beating his blood out.

"We are the ones the Creator truly favors, and we are the undisputed heirs of this land, but such great mutants. but to be subservient to the will of ordinary people like herbivores. How incredible it is, compared to us, I call these guys who wear expensive dresses, but are accustomed to trampling on the interests of others, barbarians. Deal with the barbarians. It can only be in their own language, and in their world, the slap is hard currency that everyone can understand. ”

"What do you say? Pietro, carry out your mission. ”

Eric urged loudly, his will seared into the young man's heart with his voice. The young man remembered the days of persecution in Europe, and the experiences of being insulted, hostile, and driven away flashed before his eyes, like a raging fire that baked his heart and made his mind hot. Soon Petro gritted his teeth and raised his palms.

The palm wind is howling.

Back in the office, Pietro still had the same thoughtful expression, which was undoubtedly unbelievable to those who knew him well.

After so many days of contact, everyone now knows that this is a big boy who has no scheming and enthusiasm, but the usual frivolity and frivolity on his face in front of him have all disappeared, replaced by an indescribable calm and composure.

"Oh my God, what did you do with Pietro?" Auroro was dumbfounded, she had a good relationship with Wanda, and of course she would care a little when she saw the changes in her brother.

"I think he was scared." Eric said with a smile, hearing this, Auroro immediately remembered his wild words that day, it seems that this man likes to make people suddenly shocked in a state of surprise.

She gave Eric a punch in disgust, and chased after a worried Wanda.

It was late at night, and Eric was still in his hall, when suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, and Pietro walked in.

"Why did you stop me?" His eyes were dark and he didn't seem to have rested.

"Can't you?" Eric didn't look up and kept busy.

"I thought you said a lot of things to watch me hit someone." Petro wasn't a fool, he roughly guessed something, but what he expected in the later exhibition was the last stop, so that his hand did not fall on the other person's face, and at that moment he seemed to have crossed a psychological defense, but in retrospect, it seemed like he was still in the past.

"Hands up, down—that's courage; Raise your hand and don't let it fall - that's courage, too. Killing, like slapping, is an instantaneous act. Humanity is not friendly, for the sake of your fellow citizens and sisters, I want you to grow up as a man, but now is not the time for you to cross the line, I just want you to get a sense of the real side of this world. In the dim light, Eric lifted another page.

Petro seemed to understand, but Eric didn't go any further, and he waved his hand to kick the young man out.

"But why is that, you don't want me to be your subordinate?" If Eric had said this directly, Pietro's character might have refused, but after this incident, he felt sad that he had been ignored.

"Will you?" Eric asked casually.

"I won't change someone else." Petro hesitated in reply.

"Then we'll see." Eric finally looked up, opened a map book, and read a name.

"Eastern Power Grid Corporation." (To be continued!)

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