Because of the rebels, Carlos could only stay in Bojun City for the time being, theoretically Bojun City was so heavily defended, he should not need to be able to do it, but he felt panicked for no reason, and the closer he got to the county guard, the stronger this feeling became, he decided to trust his instinct and try to stay away from the county guard, because he could feel that there was something bad in that place.

Carlos walked into the tavern, which was deserted for a while, because of the war and strict management, the residents of the city had become closed, and the soldiers were forbidden to drink by their superiors at the moment, so there were no guests in every tavern in the city.

"A cup of Snow Mountain Red Lotus. "Carlos doesn't really want to come here to drink, he just wants to come over to inquire about information, after all, the information on the system network is what the official wants the people to see, in fact, there is a lot of important gray information secretly circulating that only well-informed characters like the tavern owner know, but others are not stupid, and they don't want to empty gloves without giving some money, and the intelligence is purely looking for a fight.

"The guests aren't here at this point in time to drink. The tavernkeeper was a tall, red-skinned demon who wiped the cups in his hands, but they were all already floating into the pool and cleaning themselves with magic, and sure enough, magic did make a lot of things easier for everyday life.

"I'd like to know what's been going on lately, well, to be specific, I'm not interested in chasing after the wind myself. Carlos's fingers tapped on the table, and quietly handed over a small bag of magic crystals, which was enough to pay for the information, and the tavern owner understood it, and also quietly put away the magic crystals, he made a magic barrier and whispered to Carlos: " The former president of the Longxin Society died, and it is said that it was the hand of a bone demon, but in fact, many people think that the new president killed the old president and framed the bone demon in order to get to the top, and the new president is very extreme, and it seems that he was exiled to us from the middle. ”

"Thank you for the information. Carlos nodded, and then drank the cold red and white wine, the cold sweetness and the hot sensation bloomed in the taste buds at the same time, which is completely two extremes, and it is really a magical skill to be able to mix two completely different flavors together, and live in harmony with each other.

After doing all this, he stood up and turned to leave the tavern, and the tavern owner saw Carlos walking away and immediately released his crow demon from the back door to fly away, the crow demon quickly circled in the alley a few times, and soon disappeared after confirming the location, the hotel owner smiled with satisfaction, he sold the information of the Carlos Loongson Club and then turned around and sold the information of Carlos to the Loongson Club, maybe some people think this is shameless, but he does earn more money by doing so, and there is no risk.

"Carlos of the Bacchia family, think about it, it seems that he has caused the big things in the south lately, and he is really young and promising. The tavern owner sighed, but if Carlos wants to spread his wings and fly high, he must at least survive this whirlpool, because the dead genius is not all gone, and the investment at this time is meaningless, because his own investment does not have the ability to help him get out of the predicament, but will trap himself in, after all, there are so many geniuses born every hundred years, but how many are really in high positions? Only when you are alive can there be hope, maybe you can survive your rival until you are killed by the enemy, and then you turn over and suppress other people's families, this kind of case is not unprecedented.

After leaving the tavern, Carlos seemed to sense a slight movement, as if he was being followed, but it was like his own delusion, in an instant, it seemed that the whole world had changed, and he now felt that there was something wrong with everything he saw but felt as if there was no abnormality, this paradoxical feeling made him feel a headache: "It should be the means of the Loongson Society, they dare not assassinate me openly, but they are constantly distorting and suppressing my perception, disturbing my thinking, and then falling into their trap." "In this case, it is not a good idea for Carlos to tense his nerves or to completely abandon his observation of his surroundings so as not to cause a sanity disorder, because the enemy can make targeted countermeasures based on his reaction.

"It's better to leave through the teleportation array quickly, the south of Hell is now bottomless muddy water, and if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces by the monstrous waves, and I still have to weigh my own weight before I want to fish in troubled waters, so as not to catch the benefits and put myself in it. Carlos thinks that the smartest thing about him is that he knows how to break his wrist and choose to protect himself at critical moments, sometimes patience is not weakness, but a necessary sacrifice for the sake of the future good situation, he doesn't want to rush to death like those headless and brainless reckless men, it is just a matter of being used as a gun, and it will be completely cold when he hits the dead and lifeless, look at those big people in hell, which one really does things without brains? It is normal to be played to death if there is only strength and no corresponding wisdom, Florent persuaded himself to withdraw and leave before, but he broke into the game again because of Bebraya, and the turtle caught in the urn was himself, but it was just the turtle that was caught.

Carlos doesn't have the ability to break the game violently, he can't expect others to help him in everything, others help him in love, don't help him is his duty, if he really expects someone to help him every time he is in a stalemate, he is not far from death, not to mention that this level of power struggle even Florent and Ying Long should not be able to intervene for various reasons, after all, this has involved the existence of a hell king, in exchange for the president of a big country in his previous life was openly declared an enemy by a group of terrorists and is ready to overthrow the rule of the existing government, the president will definitely eliminate these fanatics at all costs, but Mr. President can't directly nuke his face, right, so he should still have a chance to get out, because it is not the president who is targeting him, but terrorists, or a group of terrorists who cannot bypass him because of restrictions to attack the people around him, so the danger is much smaller.

Just as he was about to go back to the hotel where he was staying, he didn't know when the street was already filled with white mist, which was mixed with chaotic magic, and even a little inhalation could stop the flow of the magic core in his body.

When the hell is it!