Magus Tech Chapter 315: The night is full of water, and the war will start

"Target?" Hearing Mukeni's words, Suomen narrowed his eyes without much fear, "I am doing something meaningful to the organization, why is he targeting me? Is it just to maintain his so-called authority?

Hmph, everyone works under the same framework, with different divisions of labor. He wears a silver ring and I wear an iron ring. Does that mean his status is much higher than mine? Hmph, it's all bestowed by the above!

After this matter is over, I will explain it clearly to him. If he understands, it will be fine. If he doesn't listen, it doesn't matter if he has to target me. This east coast is not something that he can cover the sky with a single silver ring. This time, for the big plan, so many people and resources were mobilized, and there was a golden ring or even a colorful ring watching over it. When the time came, they would poke it up and see who felt uncomfortable. "

"Eh..." Mu Keni looked at Suomen, and was speechless for a while, before saying, "Okay...okay..."

"Okay, this matter is settled." Somen stood up, looked at Mu Keni and asked, "I will take action when the book arrives. Do you want to participate?"

"Is this..." Mu Keni hesitated, "If I participate, I might be targeted by the silver ring. I don't have as much courage as you, after all, you are the dragon slayer Suomen. But In other words... Speaking of which, this matter should be more fun, if that's the case, then... Well, count me in."

"That's good." Suo Men said, "Now prepare to complete the rest of the small tasks, and clear all the goals—free up the time, and then it will be easy to act."

"Ah, OK..."

"Let's go, let's start with the eighth target first." Suo Men said, and walked out, Mu Keni quickly followed.

It's getting dark outside.

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Dark night.

The familiar night, the familiar secret room, the familiar long table, and the high-backed leather chairs around the familiar long table.

Nothing has changed, the great scholar Suradi is still sitting at one end of the long table, his student Ken is standing beside him, and the rest are sitting on the high-backed leather chairs on both sides. Don't dare to breathe.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The great scholar Su Ladi knocked on the table and asked aloud, "Can anyone tell me how the situation is going?"

“…”

Silence, long silence.

After a long time, a middle-aged man stood up bravely and said: "Return...to the words of the master, we have almost finished investigating the investigation. You said before that the person who killed Vic , is the same group as the people who used our parliament logo and tried to expose the parliament, we have confirmed."

"Well...that's all?"

"Well, that's all..."

"No more?"

"No more..." The middle-aged man looked at the great scholar Suradi, and found that Suradi was staring at him, and said in a panic, "Master, I..."

Suradia didn't speak, but waved his hand, motioning for the middle-aged man to sit down.

The middle-aged man felt relieved and wanted to sit down quickly, but before his **** was glued to the chair, Surati slapped the table and shouted, "Stand up!"

"Swipe!"

The middle-aged man who was about to sit down stood up as if there were a nail on the chair, and stood up like a spring.

Surati shouted in a temper: "Do you still have the face to sit?"

"I..."

"Do you all have the face to sit?" Suratti glanced at everyone sitting.

"Wow" all of a sudden, everyone stood up immediately, with their heads lowered as if they had been chopped off.

Surati stood up slowly, stared at everyone and said in a deep voice: "The matter about the investigation, the conjecture about the investigation, I put forward a month ago. And you, it took a month, just to verify My conjecture? If this is the case, what use do you have?!

You are a group of wizards, a group of wizards who are much stronger than ordinary people! It took me a month to give me such a ridiculous result? I think you are not as good as an ordinary person, not as good as a kid I met once!

At least that kid knows the palindrome number, the Lychrell number verification, and helped me solve the problem Yadod posed for me. All this only took a few minutes. Are you okay? OK? !

Huh——, to be honest, you guys let me down, I doubt your efficiency. I know I'm old, I can't do things in person anymore, I can only complain here. If you are lazy in private, I naturally have nothing to do.

In this regard, I really want to know, is it possible to restore the glory of our organization? And do you still have this thing in your heart? Perhaps, the parliament should be dissolved from now on, which is better for everyone! "

Surades said very seriously, not like a joke at all.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and knelt down directly, kneeling on the ground.

"Big...Master, we dare not do this anymore, you...you must not get excited."

"Great...Master, we were wrong, you should think about it carefully."

"Grand...Master, we really want to regain our glory, it's just this matter..."

Surati raised his hand, told everyone to shut up, coughed lightly and said: "I don't want to say anything more, if you really still have a parliament in your heart and want to regain glory, then use your actions to prove it." Let's go."

"Three days!" Surati held up three fingers, "Three days, this is the time I gave you! Three days, give me the time to find out who killed Vic and the others—I don't want to kill them!" I don’t know the other party, but at least find out the other party and find out who the other party is. If you can’t even do this... Heh, you can do whatever you want. I’m old, too old, and it’s time to consider retirement.”

After speaking, Surati walked out without giving anyone a chance to speak.

It took a long time for the people in the secret room to raise their heads and look at each other. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was terribly depressed.

…

Late at night.

In Baishi City.

A courtyard is burning with flames more than ten meters high.

"Swipe!"

A figure falls from the sky.

Whoa!

An ice bullet the size of a fist was shot into the flame, and when it exploded, a large amount of cold air exploded, the temperature dropped sharply, and the flame quickly extinguished.

"Da da da..."

Macbeth, dressed in white, walked into the half-destroyed courtyard on the icy ground, looked around, frowning. After turning around and confirming that there is no one alive, he stepped out.

A short wizard was waiting for him outside the courtyard—Armstrong.

"Same as before?" Armstrong looked at Macbeth and asked.

Macbeth nodded.

"Phew." Armstrong exhaled with a solemn expression.

Macbeth looked at the air in front of him, and said slowly: "In the past month, similar things have happened not once or twice, not three or four times, but more than a dozen times.

I have also mentioned it to the above several times, but they are all perfunctory. It can be seen that they feel that running the East Coast Joint Exchange Meeting is the biggest thing at present. Therefore, as long as these accidents do not affect the exchange meeting, they can be postponed.

I... don't really think there's anything wrong with what they're doing. But what I have been worried about is that behind this incident, it is really not as simple as it seems. The previous plague incident is a reminder. And since there was the first plague event, why didn't there be a second plague event? Now it's just blindly defending, just constantly strengthening vigilance, maybe it will suffer a big loss by then. "

Armstrong nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ to express agreement, and then sighed: "But even so, there is nothing we can do. After all, we have to obey orders. If the people above do not make demands, we cannot act casually. At most Yes... the next time, be more vigilant, act faster, try to arrive before the matter is over, and find out who is behind this."

"Alright." Macbeth nodded, turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw the thick darkness, like a flood flooding a levee, coming in waves.

The night was getting deeper, and in the deep night, it seemed that some monster was released, and there was a rustling sound, which made people's hair stand on end.

Macbeth frowned, but did nothing, Maibu and Armstrong left the place.

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