Zheng Qingming had not experienced the baptism of the sky-high bill of the Blackstone Research Institute at this moment, so at this time, he was full of gratitude to Yan Luge and didn't care at all.

Bill? What is a bill? Is the grace of saving lives comparable to money?

Moreover, Tianzhou is the largest economy of Hailanxing, so poor that there is only money left, and his No. 101 command is also fully funded, he can buy whatever he wants, and he can be reimbursed for whatever he wants.

What can be solved with money, is it still called a problem?

Yan Luge sat on his tentacle seat and changed to a more comfortable position: "Awake? Come, confirm the requirements with you. You bought the Blackstone Institute's Global Rescue Service, saving those who could be saved and those who couldn't? ”

Lao Zheng is not as easy to fool as a certain eldest daughter of Emperor Xize. In front of him, Yan Luge felt that it was better to talk about some things in advance.

He suddenly switched to the standard Party B tone, which made Zheng Qingming a little awkward. But no matter how awkward it is, Zheng Qingming also understands his current situation, and it was his choice to ask for help from the Blackstone Research Institute, so he immediately said: "Yes." ”

Looking around, and then at the "Justice Type I" that fell from the sky in the courtyard, Zheng Qingming's face was a little strange.

"Don't look at it, I'm the only one here." Yan Luge held his chin, "Don't look at me, I'm usually quite kind, and I don't fight with people much, but I'm actually a fighting type." Hey, what do you mean by that look? Unbelief? ”

Zheng Qingming silently lowered his gaze and looked at the severed limbs and remains on the ground—they were all torn by Yan Luge while talking to him.

He didn't say it, what he didn't believe was not the second half of the sentence, but the first half of the sentence, such as "quite kind" or something, such as "not fighting with people very much" or something.

"Just treat me as a mercenary, Cornerstone Technology Group has military contracting qualifications." Yan Luge's eyes were clear, and his heart was open, "I can go to government procurement and bid from a single source and then issue an invoice to you, and I will bring the official seal." ”

Zheng Qingming: "......"

That's the right process, isn't it? Is it really appropriate to use it here?

Then again, Command 101, as an official agency, seems to have to go through these processes if it wants to spend a lot of money...... Instead of bothering to make up the process later, it's better to do it in one go now...... Thinking about it this way, Director Yan seems to be quite caring......

What a ghost! Everyone is dying, is it time to engage in on-site bidding?!

Zheng Qingming's breath in his chest almost exploded.

However, just when Zheng Qingming was about to jump up, Yan Luge suddenly smiled playfully.

"Just kidding, Lao Zheng, of course I know the priorities." Yan Luge smiled and patted Zheng Qingming's shoulder, and held him down before the latter went berserk, "Most of the people who have been heavily polluted have mental sequelae, I need to know if your psychological state is normal."

"Judging from the test results just now, it's not bad. Although your reaction is a little more emotional than before, overall there is no major problem, and remember to consult a psychologist or find a place to travel to adjust your mood later.

"In the future, just remember to drink more water, exercise more, and don't stay up late."

Zheng Qingming was stunned for a moment, he actually realized that there was something wrong with his emotional reaction.

Yan Luge saved his life, and he was very grateful, so grateful that he was even willing to go to the ground.

Yan Luge played a joke with him, and he was so excited, so excited that he even wanted to draw his sword.

Such a rollercoaster emotional reaction would not have been possible for him in the past.

The pollution of the gods finally left an effect on his spirit.

But luckily, he's still him...... Probably.

Maybe it's not anymore...... And he himself didn't realize it...... Like a fanatic who has been forcibly instilled with faith......

Zheng Qingming suddenly found that he seemed to be in pessimism again, and he was infinitely depressed.

He quickly gathered his thoughts, took a few deep breaths, and told himself not to be cranky.

No matter what he becomes, at least for now, he is still the head of Command 101, Zheng Qingming.

Seeing that Zheng Qingming had returned to normal, Yan Luge swept his gaze, waved his tentacles again, crushed a few pollutants that approached, and sat on his tentacle seat and changed to a more comfortable position: "I heard that you fought with the gods?" You're going to die, huh? My warning is gray, isn't it? ”

Zheng Qingming's face changed several times.

He really didn't expect that the gods could pollute him along the network cable.

Command 101, which was created to deal with the supernatural, has now suffered a heavy blow of its own, and there is not one member in ten.

But now I can't help it.

Zheng Qingming had no choice but to turn his attention to Yan Luge for help.

"Command 101 is here for me to solve, save as many people as I can, in short, we can't let the pollution spread."

Zheng Qingming took a long breath: "Thank you." ”

"So, let's get started...... Well, let me see, where are the living people? Yan Luge said as he reset the goal in his mind and updated the system task.

A tentacle that was both soft and tough wrapped around Zheng Qingming, and in the latter's slightly changing face, Yan Luge jumped out of the window, like a strange spider, and moved flexibly with him attached to the outer wall.

……

Headquarters Building, 1st Floor.

A blood-red human-skinned monster had just shed its human form, crawled out of its own flesh, danced on its corpse, flapped its winged four flaps, and sang softly: "Mi havas neniun vizaon..."

Its rotten shell, its devotional chants, its gentle and melodious reverent chanting, in the bloody corridors of the flickering lights, reveal a strange and absurd beauty—just like the god Dijiang it worships.

It weaves its wrists and legs into nerves and blood vessels, and walks slowly.

Suddenly, a loud cry rang out behind it: "Go die!! ”

A figure in Command 101 uniform lunged out from behind the console, wielding a razor-sharp knife that sliced its body in half.

The faceless blood-skinned monster was sliced open by him like a rag bag and fell limply to the ground.

But it's still not dead.

The tangled tentacles poked out like lightning between the broken skins and wrapped around the attacker's body.

And the attacker who had been prepared for a long time, Zhao Haoran, an extraordinary agent of Command 101, quickly retreated, but the speed of human nerve reaction was not as fast as that of monsters after all, so although he avoided most of the attacks of the pollutants, he still had a tentacle wrapped around his arm like a whip, and it quickly wound and tightened.

"Hmm!" A strong tingling sensation came from his arm, Zhao Haoran couldn't help but let out a low muffled sound, held the tentacle with his backhand, and pulled it fiercely, tearing it off alive.

Thanks to "Veita" for the tip~

(End of chapter)