The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 42 There is also a gap between the secret books

Gwen asked, "Why?"

Jackal replied: "Perhaps, there is such a slight possibility that it is the secret code practiced by the train conductor Longyan, and it is even comparable to the core secret codes of the two major sects?"

Gwen asked again: "Didn't you say that the power of the same secret code is very different? You said it two days ago."

The jackal replied again: "Then let me add one more thing. The price of the secret tome and the secret tome will also vary greatly. For example, the success rate of the core secret tome in March is 12%, and the success rate of the core tome is 0.03." Even if the power of the secret technique is about the same after it is formed, do you think the price of that kind of secret technique will be higher in the market?"

Hmph, scumbag.

Holding his bullet ticket, Gwen began to think, "Grey Tower and I, can we be regarded as relatives and friends? If he said [Grey Tower, it's not difficult to get me a secret book, right? ], will he have any difficulties? '

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The emergency shelters for trains are built very secretly, all of which are located on the floors between the first and second floors, and the entrances and exits are composed of dozens of ventilation pipes in the middle of the upper floors.

It seems that because Utopians are cats, dogs and bears, drilling holes is quite simple...

While Gwen watched the rescue team had to use a torch to remove a hole because a Shad was stuck in it.The words "Fatty" from the bear-eared people are really not discriminatory words.

And the director of the Office of the Truth Agency, a sixth-class civil servant, Wilkie, is an orange cat.

The same chubby but not stuck in the hole, like a pool of chubby grease seeped out.

It even made a young soldier think it was some kind of 'human slime' and almost opened fire.

After all the people who were hiding were okay, the fat orange civil servant showed a simple and honest smile that narrowed his smiling eyes, and he first expressed his gratitude to the two of them with warm movements.

The Jackal hugged him with a smile, while Gwen blazed with one eye, expressing the attitude of 'basically everyone I hugged is dead'.

First it was verbal praise, and then a group photo was taken with the two of them. Six seventh-class civil servants and twelve ninth-class civil servants squeezed into the camera, while Gwen was standing in the middle and left with the jackal on his shoulders. It is really in the middle and the sixth-class fat orange civil servant is in the middle to the right. Originally, the fat orange was supposed to be in the middle, but when he saw Gwen with one eye burning, he expressed it forcefully:
"You are the benefactors of our truth agency. How can there be a reason why benefactors should not stand in the middle? Isn't that right! Oh, even if my upper echelon, the fifth civil servant Yenobatyev, is here, I would say the same!"

In this way, this photo was taken by the Lute newcomer photographer with a smothered smile.

However, the focus of his shooting was quietly on the beautiful but easily recognizable originator of a boy.

It's so handsome.

He thought, and secretly pressed the shutter again.

Bang.

The master photographer beside him glared at him, muttering and cursing: "One negative has fifteen bullets!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the beautiful, but rather icy source force envoy also gave me a glare.

The photo appeared in the newspaper two days later.

Title: "Under the leadership and help of the sixth-class civil servants, adjutants, and subordinates of the heroic Mayakov Truth Organ Office, two members of a team of the Special Investigation Bureau under the authority made extraordinary achievements"

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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Huita is not like a bear, but happy like a silly spore.

He put the newspaper on the table, picked up the pipe and put it in his mouth, put his hands on his chest, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to cut it out for you? Give the main credit to the two of you, but we Yuanli messengers can tell who has the main role at a glance."

Gwen pursed her lips, desperately trying not to let Huita see her proud expression.

In the final analysis, the three expressionless expressions on the surface does not mean that there is no wave in the heart.To dominate the mask, not let the mask dominate you.

Gwen heard the jingle, jingle, and knew the spark was coming.

Huo Hua recently tied two strings of bells on the cat's ears. It is said that it is the exercise of the secret scriptures, which makes it restless from being "noisy" all day long, but if it stabilizes, it can improve greatly. endurance.

"There is one more."

Sure enough, Sparks appeared behind the door, and walked towards him, with bright eyes, let out a 'Dala' sound, tilted his head, and showed the wrinkled newspaper in his hand: "United Gentiles Reported, the higher up gave the main credit to Mr. Jackal."

He suddenly laughed again, and said with a sweet smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Mind Flayer's first great achievement was to hunt down Mind Flayer, hahaha, no, I'm sorry, I haven't encountered it in a long time Such an interesting thing...hahaha!"

Huita clicked his mouth, and smoke spewed out of the bear's ears...

Ok?
Gwen originally squinted her eyes while reading the so-called "Philosophy and Origin of Origin Force", but after catching a glimpse of this scene, her eyes widened.

The human body structure of the Shard... What is it like?

He had this doubt.

"Because the Jackal's hometown, the Singed Wine Cup, is a member of the Gentile Train Alliance, and it is natural to promote credit for the hometown people."

"Hey!" Spark made a voice that made people sigh, "It's really too innocent and young", and subconsciously pouted his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Isn't there a fairer newspaper?"

dong dong dong.

The sound of walking hurriedly came, and Gwen knew that it was the sound of the curse blade walking.

Before the battle with the silver-masked man, he always thought that 'the steps of the curse blade are vain, and I am afraid that his life will not be long', but now the influence has been completely subverted.

The reason why Cursed Blade walks vainly is because she exercises herself without using source power all the time.

He is obviously a mature and powerful origin messenger, no less than a jackal, and even more incomparable with a role like the Gray Tower.

Squeak.

The sliding door of the carriage opened, and a curse blade dressed in unexpected clothes appeared at the door.

She didn't wear the classic dress of a white shirt tucked into black trousers and a black army coat, but she was dressed like... a March believer!She was dressed in a gentle blue dress, with a hollow in the lower abdomen, and a priest's hat on her head. She looked several times gentler than before.

But this illusion disappeared when she grabbed off her hat and threw it into the trash can, and at the same time fumbled for a cigarette from under her skirt.

"Curse Blade, what's the matter with your outfit?" Huita asked.

"Attire? What attire? Oh, are you talking about this volunteer attire?"

The curse blade ignited, lowered its eyes, "It has nothing to do with you, Gray Tower."

The next moment she raised her head and showed a smiling face: "Speaking of which, I have found a stable source of income for our association, haha."

"What source of income?" Huita asked.

Because the sound made by the curse blade was a bit loud, even the catcat, who was still asleep, poked its head out from the ceiling.

That is, the eyes of the rabbit mantle shone with light, as if seeing money.

Curse Blade showed a smiling face:
"Do a side job."

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