An urban area outside of the Hamabian District.

In a gloomy alleyway, a man in a suit poked his head out of his head, as if he was relieved after confirming that there was no one around.

He was carrying a paper bag, the kind of tawny paper bag that is very common in fast food restaurants and used to hold food.

The paper bag seemed to contain something very important, and the man carefully held it in his arms and walked towards the middle of the alleyway.

Soon, in the man's line of sight, he saw two people.

Two men with clown masks on their faces and even green wigs on their heads.

If a normal person saw such a person in such a narrow and dark alleyway, he would probably be so frightened that he would have turned around and ran away.

But the man was obviously holding a very important thing in his arms, but he still walked in front of the two as if he was fine.

Even, he stopped in front of the two.

"Black humor?" The man in the suit spoke, asking the two clown-masked men in front of him.

These two people are different, one is obese, and every step he steps on the ground has a considerable sense of weight.

The figure next to him is more symmetrical, although it is not a thin or bamboo pole body shape, but it is still in stark contrast to the fat man next to him.

"We are, you are the one named Ma Zhong?"

"Yes, yes, it's me." After confirming his identity, Ma Zhong was relieved, put his hand into the paper bag, and took out the contents of the paper bag.

The eyes of the two focused on the thing in Ma Zhong's hand, that is, the relics of the First Emperor taken out from the No. 1 body by the Laboratory Department, but now there is no longer any supernatural power in the relics of the First Emperor, because it has been dispersed by Jiang He.

So the current relics of the First Emperor are just an ordinary porcelain vase.

"You guys have no idea how hard it is for me to steal this thing!" Ma Zhong emphasized that it was not easy for him, "I took a fake one and replaced it, anyway, I don't have extraordinary power, I can hide it day by day, if it is discovered, my colleagues and I will definitely be dismissed!" ”

The fat man's voice came from under the mask, "Don't worry, let's inspect the goods first, what if it's fake?" As you know, while we have professionalism, we don't necessarily have the counterparty. ”

Ma Zhong nodded, and handed the relics of the First Emperor in his hand to the man next to him who was more shapely.

The latter took the relics of the First Emperor from Ma Zhong's hand, and after carefully examining them, he seemed to confirm that this thing was genuine, and then nodded to the fat man next to him.

"Well, very good, it seems that you also have professionalism," the fat man said, "then so be it, the goods are also in hand, you should go back early, so as not to be suspected, and if you can be found later, you will be found later to reduce the risk." ”

Seeing that the two of them wanted to leave, Ma Zhong hurriedly stopped them, "Wait! You shouldn't forget the good things you said before, right? ”

The two of them stopped, they looked at each other, and then the fat man said: "To be honest, I am only responsible for picking up the goods, if you want to talk to me about this, I may not know, what are the conditions of your transaction?" ”

"I need a green card," Ma Zhong's eyes showed a strong desire, "The green card of the United States, this thing is very important to me, now the United States has the most powerful ninth-order transcendents in the world, and even from the number of ninth-order transcendents they have, they can see which is stronger and which is weaker at a glance."

"Sooner or later, the dominance within the Federation will change, and it is better to stand in line before that than to make a hasty decision later!"

Hearing this, the fat man let out a loud laugh, "That's it? I can do that for you myself. ”

Ma Zhong was immediately overjoyed, "Really? ”

"Of course, where do you need a green card or a yellow card, I only need to move my fingers to help you do it." I saw the fat man stretch out his hand and put it on Ma Zhong's shoulder.

A sound of chewing and swallowing came into Ma Zhong's ears.

There was an unbearable pain in his shoulder, and he looked down, only to see his shoulder disappear.

Flesh, bones, and meridians were exposed to the air, and flesh and blood were blurred.

And on the palm of the fat man's hand, a large mouth of blood was chewing what he had just swallowed.

Before he could scream, Ma Zhong's head had already been swallowed.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the fat man sneered and said what he hadn't finished saying, "Isn't it okay to just cast a good tire?" Where is the need for such trouble?

"In this way, you can even change your race, and you will definitely not be excluded at that time, isn't this once and for all?

"Of course, you may even change your species, if you are reincarnated as a dog...... Then don't blame me.

"It's your choice, after all."

Another man in a clown mask silently watched the fat man kill Ma Zhong without hindrance or verbal persuasion.

After the fat man dealt with the scene, he slowly came to the man's side, "Let's go, the matter is settled." ”

The two of them walked deeper into the alleyway, and the fat man said: "I really don't understand what the black humor people are thinking, just a matter of receiving and trading, and entrusting us two transcendents, as for it?" Now that the First Emperor's relic has no supernatural power, the Authority itself doesn't care much about this thing, what does he want this thing for? Collection?

"Is it possible that he can still resurrect the First Emperor, it's really funny, holding an old antique as a treasure, I really don't understand."

The man next to him seemed to be a few steps behind, and the fat man just wanted to turn around and ask him what was wrong, but when he turned around, it was the muzzle of a black hole in his head.

"Why......"

Bang –

Bullets erupted, and the brilliant light of the fire illuminated the area where the two of them were located in an instant.

The clown mask was pierced by bullets, and the fat man fell to the ground, his brain pierced through the bullet, and blood spilled from the wound like a faucet without water pressure.

Stepping on the fat man's corpse, the man shot him a few more times, and after emptying the magazine and confirming that the fat man had lost his breath, he put the pistol back in his pocket.

Taking the paper bag from the fat man's hand, he glanced at the relics of the First Emperor inside, and after confirming that it was intact, he squatted in front of the fat man and removed the clown mask on his face.

The moon hung high in the sky, and darkness obscured his face, making it impossible to see even the most basic facial features.

His voice, hovering in the fat man's ears, became the last thing he heard in his life.

"Because from the beginning,

"That's what I hired you."

Ask for recommendation tickets, monthly passes, investment, rewards, character likes, and follow-ups!

(End of chapter)