The old consul said stubbornly: "Even if the Moren Institute can't help Middle-earth, even if Middle-earth wants to abolish the Moren Institute, it should be an order from the Governor's Mansion or the Consul's Yuan!" ”

"Mr. Zhang San! The Evil Suppression Squad's job is to guard Middle-earth, not to get involved in such economic matters! ”

"You're just warriors!"

All right.

You're right.

Strictly speaking, the evil suppression team is indeed just a warrior, but the warriors are also divided into levels, and the warriors also have authority.

Zhang Sanfen said in a deep voice: "At the beginning of the establishment of the evil suppression team, it was authorized by the Middle-earth Secret Bureau, and it could investigate and deal with all personnel and units that may endanger Middle-earth! ”

"Old Archon, the evil suppression squad has not exceeded its responsibilities!"

The old consul said loudly, "Where is the Moren Institute that endangers the security of Middle-earth? Mr. Moren is known as one of the five saviors of Middle-earth! ”

I chuckled softly, "Okay, the five saviors of Middle-earth, our evil suppression team will account for two. At the very least, none of us take our role as saviors. ”

"Sir, this matter is beyond your authority. You can choose to sit on the sidelines and not meddle in the matter. ”

"And you can't control ......"

The old consul was dumbfounded.

During the war, as long as it involves matters that endanger the security of Middle-earth, the elite teams have the right to bypass the local government hall and deal with matters that may endanger the security of Middle-earth.

Although he is said to be the consul of Suzhou, he has the final say in the huge refuge area.

But I really can't take care of the evil squad.

He hesitated, as if he wanted to argue.

I saw a whining sound breaking the air overhead.

Then someone smiled heartily: "Zhang Sanfen, He Yongheng, if you want to raid my research institute, you have to wait until I arrive, right?" ”

I looked up and saw a civilian helicopter flying overhead.

Immediately after that, someone from the helicopter jumped off and stood firmly on the ground.

I didn't need to look at it with my eyes, just by feeling it in my soul, I knew that this person was one of the five great saviors of Middle-earth, Mo Ren.

At an altitude of more than thirty meters, you have to reach a B-level exorcist to jump from this height unscathed.

It is rumored that Mo Ren is just an ordinary person, all his talents are in that incomparable brain, and his physical fitness is no different from that of ordinary people.

But now it seems that there is still a certain gap between the facts and the rumors.

As soon as Mo Ren came, the surrounding researchers immediately appeared.

Someone shouted, "Mr. Moren! It's the Evil Suppression Team that almost destroyed our research institute! ”

"You're going to have to get rid of these brutes!"

Mo Ren didn't pay attention to his employees, and first smiled at the old consul: "Lord consul, I'm afraid there is a bit of a misunderstanding here." ”

"Why don't you let me handle this myself? How? ”

The old consul was quite embarrassed, and he said in a deep voice: "Whether it is the Evil Suppression Squad or the Moren Research Institute, they are indispensable treasures for Middle-earth. ”

"If you have any misunderstandings, you can talk about them, and you must not fight!"

Mo Ren smiled and said, "Don't worry! If you want to fight, I can't beat them, can I? ”

He turned his head to look at me, and smiled at Zhang Sanfen again: "Mr. Zhang San, let's talk?" ”

Zhang Sanfen looked at him seriously, his eyes flashed silver, and he returned to normal again.

Then he nodded silently and said, "Let's talk." ”

I only glanced at the boss and understood what the boss meant.

His eyes were silver, and he could see the strength of a person's soul.

Although it can't be as accurate as a soul detection instrument. But it's not bad, you can always see a rough idea.

Although the boss didn't say it, I knew that he had already seen that Mo Ren's soul strength must be very strong.

He is not sure that he will take the other side without harming the innocent.

That's why I agreed to Mo Ren's conversation.

Mo Ren was not afraid at all, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

"Guys, please."

He pointed to the previous Daxiong Treasure Hall, although the plaque had been torn down and the Buddha statues inside had all been destroyed and moved, but this place had been transformed into Mo Ren's main laboratory.

We artists are bold, so naturally we will not be afraid of Mo Ren alone.

But I still had an extra heart and said to Zhang Baiqiang: "Brother Zhang Baiqiang, you stay outside." ”

"If there is any situation, you are welcome, destroy this temple first!"

Zhang Baiqiang nodded slightly.

I didn't see what he did, but I saw a buzz all around, and I don't know how many dragonfly-like flying machines flew up.

Now that the remote control technology is completely out of order, only Zhang Baiqiang's soul coercion inherited from Yingzhou Immortal Venerable can do this.

The dragonfly-like craft was small, but it carried the CL-20, which had the highest explosive energy.

If there is really any problem in this conversation, Zhang Baiqiang can level this temple with the strength of one person!

The lights in the hall are very bright, and the decoration has been completely changed.

The light gray floor tiles were brightly polished, and the shadowless lights overhead lit the surroundings.

The walls are light white and clean and spotless.

The interior is divided into various areas, separated by tempered glass doors.

When researchers in white coats saw us enter, they stopped what they were doing and retreated under the guidance of the security guards.

A moment later, there were only five people left in the huge Mahavira Hall.

I, Zhang Sanfen, Dongyi, Queen of Secret Heart, and Mo Ren who stood opposite to us.

The atmosphere around me was a bit solemn, but finally I spoke: "Mr. Moren, I really didn't expect that you were not a citizen of Middle-earth. ”

Mo Ren smiled and said, "You can't talk nonsense. ”

"I was born and raised in Middle-earth, and received nine-year compulsory education in Middle-earth, learning the way of Confucius and Mencian etiquette."

"There is my birth certificate in the hospital, my student record in the school, and I have not even stepped out of the country since I was born."

"Why do you say I'm not a citizen of Middle-earth?"

I said impatiently, "Mr. Moren, you know what I mean! ”

"Indeed, this body was born and raised in Middle-earth. But the soul is not! ”

"A few days ago, when I killed the thirteen old gods with the help of the power of the Pangu Divine Soul on the banks of the River Styx, I felt your soul fluctuate!"

"Mo Ren! There is no one like you in Middle-earth! Who are you! ”

Mo Ren didn't panic at all, but pulled a chair over to himself and sat on it.

He smiled and said, "I am who I am." ”

"But I'm not who I am."

It's very Zen to say.

But Dongyi frowned and looked at the god list in his hand seriously.

The names on the list of gods are disillusioned, appear and disappear, disappear and reappear.

Mo Ren glanced at Dongyi and said softly, "Don't look for it." My name is not in this book. ”

Dongyi said quickly: "Impossible! ”

"This book contains the soul breath of all god-level powerhouses from eight thousand years ago, and forms a name and engraves it in it!"

"Unless you're not the one you were back then!"

Mo Ren smiled and said, "That's right. ”

"But have you ever thought that there is another person who has reached the S rank and is not included in this book?"

Dongyi shouted: "Impossible! ”

"Unless ......"

"Unless ......"

His expression changed suddenly, and he couldn't go on with the rest of his words.

Mo Ren smiled and said, "Yes, unless it's the creator of this book, isn't it?" ”

"The god list, it's really a good thing."