Mystery Makes Me Strong

Dongzhou, in the middle of the night, in Beicheng District of an industrial city in the west.

Compared with the little lights in other urban areas, the urban area here is already bleak.

A big turtle is slowly crawling in the underground pipeline, accompanied by a mechanical mouse.

That's right, the tortoise is Lao Zhao, and the mechanical mouse is Fan Ling, an expert surnamed Fan who just joined the Tianxing Club.

Originally, Zhao always wanted to hold a grand joining ceremony, but Fan Ling asked to help him complete the tasks assigned by the inspection department first, otherwise, the ceremony would not be happy.

Lao Zhao knew in his heart that this was because the other party wanted to see his weight.

If you can't solve the other party's mission, then don't mention joining.

In order to show his importance, he went out in person.

But the other party is really good at paddling, it's fine if people don't follow, and the puppet doesn't send one, but even sends out a special military scout mouse that costs only 3 million.

He knew that the other party had a puppet, an eagle, but what the other party said was that eagles are not easy to enter underground pipes, so he bought a remote control mouse to follow.

This made him feel that he couldn't pull everyone in the future, and that he would be honest and willing to work like Old Wu, not such an old oily dregs.

It really is a horse bone.

He comforted himself in his heart, take your time, the other party is a heterogeneous expert after all, and it is easier to improve his strength now, so it should be okay to do some leftover work in the future.

"Mr. Zhao, it's been a day since the investigation. Have you found anything?" The mechanical mouse turned its head and asked, and Fan Ling's voice came from the eyes that were shining green.

"Well, there are some discoveries. I sensed the breath of a disaster lord, but its real body should not be here. There are some things it has set up here. It seems that as long as these things are excluded, the power failure problem can be solved." Turtle Without looking back, he answered directly.

"Mr. Zhao is Mr. Zhao. After all, he is a heterogeneous person who can be the boss. He discovered the truth so quickly, unlike me, who went back and forth to investigate several times but found nothing." Fan Ling admired him sincerely.

If you use this mechanical mouse to make do with it every time, even if you investigate a hundred times, it is impossible to find any traces.

Mr. Zhao thought resentfully.

There is no comparison, no pros and cons. Compared with this Fan Ling, Wang Cuiyan, Wu Liansong, Wen Rensheng...even Wei Yiqing, who goes to work and plays games every day, is several times stronger than him.

The above rankings are sorted by hard work.

It seems that there is another person added to the Happy Faction in the company.

However, this guy looked serious and capable on the surface, and he was too worried that the company would close down, so he made a mistake that didn't know who he was.

Alas, this is a wise man with a thousand donkeys, and there must be one mistake. It means that a wise man in ancient times had a thousand donkeys, and no matter how clever he was, he couldn't take care of them.

Then the tortoise crawled to a corner, and saw a shining yellow light lying on a cable.

The tortoise stretched out its head, spit out a mouthful of mist, and got rid of the yellow light.

However, it didn't take long before the yellow light appeared again.

The tortoise shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't seem to work, just get rid of the interference, but if we can't solve the root cause, it will be futile for us to do this."

"Then what should we do? The disaster lord is said to be a master-level alien who is proficient in combat. He is helpless and even at risk of falling. It seems that he can only submit it to the inspection department and let them find a way to deal with it." The mechanical mouse worried.

"It's useless, you submit it, they just temporarily blocked the matter, and the matter is still on your head," the turtle shook his head.

"What should I do? If I can't finish my life, I will be forced to join the Inspection Department and be cannon fodder..." Fan Ling said in a shocked tone.

I really don’t realize how glorious it is to join the Inspectorate. Most people want to join but don’t have the means to do so. They say it’s cannon fodder. They should remove the alien species and give it to someone who is more enlightened—for example, I heard that two Alien species are dual-core, and they can practice faster.

Mr. Zhao has more opinions on this Fan Ling.

"Don't worry, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in our company looks troublesome, but it's actually not difficult." Mr. Zhao's tone revealed strong confidence.

"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Zhao. As long as this matter is resolved, I will do my best for the company in the future and do my best." Fan Ling said sincerely.

You replace this mechanical mouse first, and I can still trust you three points.

President Zhao slandered.

Then the tortoise and the mouse climbed out of the underground pipeline, got into a car, and left the power-cut urban area.

After leaving, the tortoise took a telephone out of its shell and started talking.

The mechanical mouse at the side slandered secretly.

After working for a long time, don't you have to rely on Teacher Wenren in the end?

In front of me, what to pretend?

It's just why such a powerful figure as Master Wenren, why did he submit to this old turtle? Could it be that he just used it as a puppet?

It must be like this, in case there is an invincible opponent, it can be used as a top bag... A teacher is a teacher, wise and far-sighted, not like me, who can only see the carefree people in front of me.

As Fan Ling expected, the call from Turtle was indeed to Wen Rensheng.

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Wen Rensheng, who was exercising several newly learned skills, received a call, listened for a while, and then replied:

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I'll think of a way to find out the real body of the other party first. But I feel that the other party's purpose is not just to cut off the power."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. The mastermind behind the scenes must have far-reaching plans." Mr. Zhao said.

"Let's take a step, let's take a look." Wen Rensheng said so, and then hung up the phone.

Liu Jian can find the body of the disaster lord, but Wen Rensheng naturally no longer needs the other party to do such a thing.

After all, he still has four in his hand.

So his mind sank into the abyss cell, and at this time the four catastrophes were sleeping again.

It's a good way to pass the time.

Anyway, they don't seem to have the concept of lifespan, just like rocks, don't worry about wasting time.

"Now issue a mission to find the real body of a disaster lord, and the reward is half a day's time."

"I'll take..." The white mouse was the most vigilant and immediately said, but stopped in the middle of the conversation.

Because the table tennis also woke up: "Let me pick it up."

"What's the matter, this year's students are not good, and they don't even have the tradition of respecting the elders." The silver marbles refused to budge.

Wen Rensheng could tell that the silver marbles should be the most powerful. Although they were smaller than ping pong balls, they were silver and the latter were only white, so their quality was different.

"Then the senior should invite first." Ping Pong Qiu said in a friendly voice.

Wen Rensheng didn't care about their internal strife, and it was more beneficial to his management to implement it. If they really united as one, he wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Then he explained the specific situation again.

"I still need some markers of the real world. It would be time-consuming to exhaustively enumerate only this information." Silver Marble made his request.

Of course, Wen Rensheng handed over the request to Lao Zhao and the other two.

Old Zhao had no choice but to control the tortoise puppet to go back and look for that ball of yellow light, which should be a marker of reality.