"Eight thousand, are you kidding?"

The corners of Deputy Director Lin's mouth curled: "The God Hunter Warriors are just mercenaries, so their remuneration is relatively high, but after becoming a Annihilation Warrior, you are considered to be official state officials, and the president of the country will only have a salary of 10,000 yuan a month, and I, the deputy director, are only a little more than 5,000 yuan, what are you not satisfied with?"

Deputy Director Lin took out three sets of ID cards and work certificates from his jacket pocket and said: "When you become a soldier of annihilation, these two things belong to you, as long as you don't die and don't commit treason, this identity will always belong to you." ”

After speaking, Deputy Director Lin didn't say a word of superfluous nonsense, turned around and walked out of the conference room.

What kind of identity? Even Zheng Xian didn't see it clearly.

Xia Qing glanced at the knife fish deeply, and the corners of the knife fish mouth showed a sunny smile, with a cynical face, a fearless face, and a look of Xia Qing's peace of mind.

Xia Qing shook his head a little annoyed, and then walked out of the conference room behind Deputy Director Lin.

Daoyu watched Xia Qing leave, and the corners of his mouth showed a hideous sneer, of course, this sneer was not for Xia Qing, but for the deputy director Lin, Xia Qing did not tell Daoyu about his many grievances such as walking on a snowy night, but Daoyu did not have a good impression of Deputy Director Lin, and said in a low voice: "With a little white face of a mongrel, if you have a chance, Lao Tzu will definitely taste the taste of your meat is not as fishy as other foreigners." ”

The silver ghost was a little distracted at this time, and then his eyes flickered, and then the silver ghost's gaze dimmed, and then the silver ghost's eyes suddenly blazed.

The silver ghost thought of escaping, but he knew that there was no hope at all, if he was alone, he would be better alone, and if he turned to wander in the ravine, there would always be a place where the Sixth Division of Business and even the state machinery could not touch.

It's a pity that he still has a son who can't be left behind no matter what, fleeing with a child, fighting against the entire state apparatus, without any hope at all, at this time he is left to find a way to survive, for the sake of his son, no matter how strong the enemy is, he has to survive.

The silver ghost took out a photograph of a six-year-old boy laughing and smiling brightly. For him, the price is really not very important, but the most important thing is to live.

Zheng Xian felt a little funny, eight thousand yuan a month, he had to eat close to ten thousand yuan a month, eight thousand yuan would really starve him to death, and the cost of cultivating immortals was huge.

As soon as he heard the name, Zheng Xian felt excited, as if it was many times more powerful than the high-pressure jet armor.

Zheng Xian still remembers the appearance of the vague annihilation warrior who came out of nowhere and blew that A-class immortal cultivator to pieces.

At this time, the door on the other side of the conference room opened, and the eyes of Zheng Xian, Daoyu and the silver ghost were projected in unison.

Immediately, the corners of the eyes of the three people couldn't help jumping suddenly.

Zheng Xian and Daoyu's style of dressing is very plain, not much different from normal people, not to mention the silver ghost, everywhere is ordinary, if you stand on the street, you will definitely be drowned in the crowd in an instant, so you can see that the three of them are basically not deliberately exaggerated.

And the one in front of him, with a peach-colored shirt, fuchsia pants, emerald green pointed scalp shoes, a diamond-studded local tyrant's gold belt, and a birdcage-like hat, a pair of silver-white eye frames, a horse face behind him, and a slender mouth that seemed to be able to tear the entire cheek into two petals, and a silver pen in his hand, kept turning on his fingertips.

This guy stood there, and the momentum exuded from his body forced Zheng Xian, Daoyu and the silver ghost to open their eyes a little, and there was a strong thought in their hearts that either you died or I died, which was a typical conflict between the world's views and ideologies.

If you suddenly encounter such a guy on the street, the knife fish will definitely step forward and knock him out fiercely, but in the sixth division of this business, the knife fish forcibly suppressed this impulse in his heart.

The one who came was the deputy director of the negative fourth floor, the second dog.

"From today onwards, I am your commander, and I am also an instructor, there is not much time, only ten days can be used to train you, within these ten days, I will try my best to help you become a qualified annihilation warrior, but I see your virtue, hope should be very slim, in fact, I want to say that you now choose to be fertilizer, the wisest, you can suffer a lot less. ”

Daoyu, Zheng Xian, and the silver ghost didn't say anything about Ergouzi's words, and they seemed to be quite tired of it.

A sincere smile appeared on the corner of Ergouzi's mouth, nodded, and said directly: "Let's go, take a look at your equipment." The fountain pen that he had turned so quickly was thrown to the ground by him, and it stopped moving with a thud.

Zheng Xian's eyes froze slightly at the place where the pen fell to the ground, and then quietly closed his gaze.

The swordfish's eyes flashed, revealing a hint of bloodthirsty excitement, and even the silver ghosts, who were already a little tired of all this, were equally excited.

For fighters, firearms and equipment will always be their excitement.

The three of them followed behind the silver ghost and walked into a long corridor, as soon as they entered the corridor, the three of them couldn't help but look at each other, this pure white corridor was a little too long, and there was no end in sight, and the corridor was relatively narrow, only six or seven steps wide, and there was a rather oppressive feeling when walking in it.

Zheng Xian's palms immediately began to sweat, this corridor was like a narrow cave in Zheng Xian's eyes, Zheng Xian, who had been trapped in the cave, had a fear of the cave from the bottom of his bones, if he could stick to Zheng Xian to see, he could see that all the hairs on Zheng Xian's skin stood up.

The two dogs in front of him walked slowly, and the emerald green pointed scalp shoes knocked on the corridor, making a rattling sound, which constantly resonated and reverberated in the corridor, sounding like a feeling of irritability.

Zheng Xian suddenly paused and shouted in a low voice: "Stop!"

The swordfish and silver ghosts on both sides were stunned for a moment, and they all stopped, and with a bang, a knife grazed the tip of their noses and cut it horizontally.

In front of Zheng Xian and the three of them, the corridor on the side swayed open, and three strange men dressed in black and even their eyes were covered by diving goggles came out.

The three men were in the middle with two knives, the left hand was carrying a huge hammer that looked to be full of weight, and the other was holding a crowbar-like weapon, but the tip was flat and sharp like a shovel, which looked like an ancient modified crescent shovel.

The three of them came silently, and the speed of their attacks was extremely fast, and the slippery clothes on their bodies seemed to have a kind of power to isolate the exploration of the immortal cultivator's divine thoughts, and even Zheng Xian's keen perception did not catch the slightest bit of information about them.

If it weren't for Zheng Xian's almost pathological sensitivity to things like caves, he might not be able to spot the other party at once.

The second dog in front of him spoke: "The reaction is good, I thought I would lie down here at least one later." ”

With the words of the second dog, irregular small holes began to appear on the ground under Zheng Xian's feet, and these holes began to ooze blood-like liquid with a strong pungent smell, like capillaries.

The silver ghost exclaimed, "This thing is corrosive. ”

Sure enough, you can see a faint green smoke rising from the place where the red liquid has been soaked in the silver ghost's leather shoes.

Ergouzi smiled and said: "I give you a suggestion, before I walk to the end of the corridor, catch up with me, otherwise, this corridor will be filled with this liquid, by the way, these liquids are the blood of those A-level immortal cultivators who have extracted the vitality power, remember the pungent smell of these blood, as long as you get close to these blood in the future, you will know that the danger of the road is coming." ”

After saying that, the second dog, who originally walked leisurely and leisurely, ran wild without being kind at all!

"Holy shit! this peasy monkey is so fast!" scolded the swordfish.

"One minute, with his speed, at most a minute to the end, I can't keep up with him. "Silver ghosts are the most sensitive to time and make judgments in the shortest time.

And Zheng Xian had already rushed towards the three guys in black sharkskin clothes who were blocking in front of him.

The three black-clothed men were wrapped up and down without leakage, and it was obvious that when the corridor was completely soaked in blood, they would not be in any danger, and they could calmly watch Zheng Xian and them be corrupted into a pair of dry bones by the corrosive blood.

To say that he can run fast, Zheng Xian is definitely the best among the three, after all, Zheng Xian has the power of vitality to call, of course, Zheng Xian will not show the speed increase brought by the power of vitality in a particularly explicit manner, Zheng Xian is very clear, according to the habits of the sixth division of the business, there should be countless monitoring equipment in this corridor. Even if he didn't, he still sailed the ship carefully, and before the last moment of life and death, Zheng Xian would definitely not use the power of vitality.

The swordfish didn't carry a knife, and the silver ghost didn't hold a wielding gun that could almost be said to be a hundred shots.

The two of them chased after Zheng Xian, rushing forward like a whirlwind, fighting the two men in black with hammers and steel shovels who stopped in front of them.

The black-clothed man in front of Zheng Xian was holding a double knife, fortunately it was not a streamer serrated knife, just an ordinary long knife with a thick back and a narrow edge, but the cold light flickered, as if telling his strength and sharpness.

These knives violently exploded in front of Zheng Xian, with a clear purpose, to prevent Zheng Xian from acting.

Under the dense blades, Zheng Xian could completely grasp the two long knives that were circulating at high speed at once, but doing so was beyond the limits of the human body, and for Zheng Xian, he was simply exposing himself.

Zheng Xian shook his arms, took off his shirt suddenly, slapped it in the blood under his feet, and then took up a large canopy of blood, and pasted it towards the black-clothed man's head.

In the catharsis of the streamer, the bloody clothes were cut into dozens of strips, and among the dozens of strips of cloth, a fist rushed over, and in the dull sound like a heavy hammer and drum, the black-clothed man in shark skin was smashed by Zheng Xian in the chest and flew out, flew four or five meters upside down, fell into the blood with a pop, and rolled seven or eight meters.

The black-clothed man's lips splashed blood, but the long knife in his hand rubbed on the ground to stabilize his body, and he was about to fight again, when a big foot had already stepped on the black-clothed man's head, like trampling an ant, and the black-clothed man's newly raised head was trampled into a pool of blood.