At the same time, in a forest.

A group of people of different skin colors sat together.

"What is this? Vacation?"

"Do you think our employer is watching us now?"

"What's so good about it!"

"Are you hinting that the other party has some [unique] interests?"

A blond white man named Elijah, who was smoking a cigarette, shouted at the woman who was acting like a translator next to him with an unhappy look:

"Hey! Judy!"

"Ask him how long we have to rest before we set off!?"

"A Lang and my other companion have already entered the destination directly."

The woman named Judy.

Has black hair and red eyes.

There is a strange blood mark on her forehead.

She walked to their leader, the bald Liu Mingyuan, to explain Elijah's problem.

Liu Mingyuan is a Dragon Countryman.

He did not answer Elijah's question.

He just said in a warning tone:

"Tell all of them one last time."

"I'm thinking about their safety."

"If they really don't want to waste time, they can go straight to their destination."

However, Elijah, who was already impatient at this time, was naturally dissatisfied with his "answer":

"Okay! Okay! Got it!"

"Mysterious oriental customs."

"Okay."

He was about to continue to mock the bald fat man.

But the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and answered it:

"Ah Lang?"

"Ah?"

"Campbell is dead!?"

The man named A Lang on the other end of the phone said to Elijah breathlessly:

"Elijah!"

"I'm cursed!!"

"Ask those Dragon people!"

"How to break the curse there!!"

"Remember! Do what those Dragon people say!!!"

"Remember..."

The words were not finished.

The huge Pepsi billboard support behind A Lang suddenly broke.

The huge metal frame crashed to the ground.

A cloud of dust was raised.

A Lang reacted in time, rolled back and retreated to a place that was not affected.

But he hadn't even caught his breath. A speeding 100-ton truck had already hit him head-on.

"A Lang! A Lang!!!"

Although Elijah didn't know what happened.

But the person on the other end of the phone didn't respond, which made him realize that something was wrong:

"What's going on!?"

"A Lang said he was cursed!"

"What's going on!?"

Liu Mingyuan stood up, with a sly look on his face:

"There's no curse."

"I've said it many times."

"I'm thinking about your safety."

[What's going on? The protagonist is fine, why write about foreigners! ]

[What's going on with this group of people? Are they all foreign friends? ? ]

[From their tone, it seems like they are going to a place. ]

[And this group of people are hired by someone. ]

[Since they are employed, shouldn't the employer's words be an imperial decree? Why did they act on their own? Unprofessional! Don't hire such people next time! ! ]

[Judy? I thought it was a rabbit! ]

[Hahaha! Shouldn't there be a Nick! ! ? ]

[I prefer Lightning! ! ]

[Seeing the bald Liu Mingyuan on the AI ​​screen, I just want to ask, Guo Donglin, is that you? Guo Za! ! ? ]

[No, no, no, I'm JJ Lin Junjie, I just shaved my head. ]

[It really appeared, the unlucky guy who was killed by a billboard in Bilian's mouth. ]

[He was not killed by a billboard, but by a car! ! ? ]

[I just want to say, no matter how much Pepsi gives, I will give double for Coca-Cola! ! ]

[Death is coming? ? 】

【Did he get hit by some kind of spell and always be in a bad position? 】

【Why do I feel like this is a smear campaign against Pepsi? The signboard was smashed. See? This is the result of not paying the sponsorship fee. 】

【Haha, I agree! I strongly suggest that Pepsi give Xia Fan a reward!! 】

【Do you think it’s the work of Feng Bo Fate? Remember the Feng Bo Fate high school student in Tokyo? 】

【The one who killed people everywhere? 】

【So, who are these people? Why are you writing about them all of a sudden? Where’s my sister Bao Er? What’s the point of looking at these people! ? 】

【It always feels a bit weird, as if I’m possessed by evil spirits. 】

【This Liu Mingyuan seems to know something, but he’s unwilling to say it. 】

......

Seventy-two hours later.

At the board meeting at the company headquarters.

Bi Youlong was furious:

"One Southwest cancer is enough!!"

"Add another Bu Yao Bi Lian!!"

"Use supernatural powers in public!"

"and Xia Liuqing."

"Are they going to rebel?"

Zhao Fangxu: "Old Bi, calm down."

"Old Huang! How is this matter under control?"

Huang Boren: "Uh... it's nothing serious."

"The photos and videos that have been circulated have been deleted almost completely."

"This is not the first time."

Zhao Fangxu: "What about this matter!"

"Wang Zhenqiu has reported it to me through Lao Hao of Southwest."

"You all know the style of this kid, but he is also for work."

"Let's talk about his affairs when he comes back."

"Take a look at this first."

He slid the tablet.

A photo appeared on the projection of the conference room.

It was Alang who was crushed to death by a truck three days ago.

"Chris Olisu."

"This is a fake identity."

"Did you see the tattoo on his hand?"

Director Su: "Is this Luna? ”

Zhao Fangxu: “Yes! A sect that uses Luna.”

“I asked someone to contact someone from that sect.”

“This person’s real name is Alang Girard.”

Huang Boren: “Entering the country with a fake identity! ?”

“You’re not holding your fart well!”

Zhao Fangxu: “It’s more troublesome than that!”

Huang Boren: “Huh?”

Zhao Fangxu: “I used the Northeastern girl to get some clues.”

“And the girl got hurt.”

“This Alang’s identity was destroyed five years ago.”

“No matter what his purpose is, he has no legal identity to use when entering or leaving any country.”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Bi Youlong: “It can’t be…”

Su Dong: “Nathan Islander.”

…

Finally, I want a free gift. Thank you all!

I kowtow to you.