American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 68 Chapter 68

High Priest here.

Watching Eddie Warren replace Rowling Warren.

Ron still didn't show even the slightest bit of fatigue, he was a little suspicious of life.

However, he still firmly believed in his own judgment.

He forced himself to calm down, "Don't worry, don't worry, play with him again!"

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, two hours passed, and Ron was still alive and well.

The sun shines on the high priest's face through the glass window.

So sunny, but the expression of the high priest is so gloomy.

He couldn't hold back.

His perfect plan seemed... maybe something had gone awry.

Damn, I really miscalculated!
How can it be?

Damn, I really miscalculated!
How can it be?

Damn, I really miscalculated!
How can it be?

……

The high priest asked himself over and over again, where did the perfect plan go wrong?How can something go wrong?

But he just didn't find out which part of the perfect plan went wrong.

At this moment, John saw the high priest with a gloomy face, and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

He is very worried now... afraid that the high priest will anger him.

The high priest was confident all night.

Swear it all night.

Allow yourself to study all night.

As a result, the facts were completely contrary to the plan.

Reality slapped in the face.

His old face was swollen.

He doesn't want to go to the trouble of reminding the high priest now that your perfect plan has gone wrong.

"Project shit."

"Go to hell, fart's perfect plan."

"What perfect plan? It really doesn't work at all!"

"Smart ass, not as smart as me? At least I failed. You lost so many fucking evil spirits, but you still failed. This is your perfect shit plan. Why don't you die?"

John kept complaining about the high priest's shit plan in his heart, and then, what did he suddenly realize?
He frowned and was stunned.

"Huh? Wait... Evil Spirit!"

"The number of evil spirits seems to be running low!"

John quickly used the wizard's exclusive spell to sense the evil spirits around him.

One, two, three... There are only eight evil spirits left.

孽 孽!
John was terrified, "My God, the high priest must not let this continue to be ruined."

Because the evil spirits are gone, the cannon fodder is gone.

The cannon fodder is gone, so they have to do it themselves.

They all belong to mages, and if they meet someone like Ron, they may be killed in seconds.

Therefore, the evil spirit must remain.

John was in a hurry. He looked at the high priest whose face was sinking like water, and hesitated to speak.

He frantically thought about countermeasures, frantically thinking about ways to persuade the high priest.

He knew the high priest, the high priest was an extremely conceited person, it could be said that he was extremely inflated, he was a person who wanted to save face and refused to admit defeat.

If his mistakes were pointed out directly, he would definitely "gladly" accept it.

The consequence may be to kill yourself.

As long as he kills himself, no one will know how embarrassing he was.

"How to do?"

John was suddenly panicked. For the sake of face, he did not rule out that the high priest would kill himself to cover up this embarrassing incident.

Thinking that he might be killed and silenced, he is not worried about the evil spirit now, he is worried about himself.

"What to do? How to persuade the high priest?"

"what?"

Under John's nervousness, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he thought of it.

"High Priest, in my opinion, there may be something wrong with that Ron!"

"Ok?"

The high priest turned his head abruptly, his bloodshot eyes looked up and down at John with a fierce look.

The high priest smiled, "Why, want to point out my mistake? Tell me, I will accept it with humility!"

John broke out in a cold sweat, and his body shook even more.

Half tired, half scared.

He was absolutely sure that if the High Priest thought he was making fun of him, he would kill him without hesitation.

John swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath in order to calm himself down a bit. He seemed to analyze calmly: "It is that Ron who may have used self-mutilation, the secret technique of overdrafting the body, or even sacrificing the soul to gain strength, so that His energy has always been strong. That is to say, under normal circumstances, his body would have been exhausted long ago, but he insisted on holding on, and refused to give up. He would rather damage his body to hold on, which led to the current situation. "

The high priest frowned tightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

John saw that the high priest seemed to have listened to his explanation, and his heart kept beating.

He had no idea whether the High Priest believed his lame words or not.

After a long time, the high priest nodded, "Hmm! What you said makes sense. It seems...it's not the plan that went wrong, but the people. Let me just say, the plan is so perfect, how could something go wrong? It turns out that people have problems. Something went wrong."

John made up his mind, he let out a long sigh of relief, and nodded heavily, "That's it, the high priest's plan is flawless, and it's all because of that Ron."

The high priest raised his neck and kept nodding.

Damn, it turned out that there was no problem with the plan.

It's a human problem!

Yes, there is something wrong with people!
That guy named Ron has a problem, a big problem.

Then the high priest came to another conclusion.

"So, what do you mean, that Ron is already at the end of his strength, and we just need to work harder to exhaust him to death?"

When John heard this, he almost fell over.

"You're a fucking genius, you really believe in such an obvious lie?"

"You are blind, don't you see that he is full of energy and not tired at all?"

"Not only did he not feel any fatigue, but he became more and more relaxed, which shows that he has not only not weakened, but also become stronger!"

"Are you fucking blind, or selective blind?"

There were countless fucks in John's heart that he wanted to swear, but he still held back.

Who made him in a weak period now, he couldn't beat the opponent, not only couldn't beat the opponent, but he needed the opponent to continue his life.

He rolled his eyes and said, "High Priest, we don't have many evil spirits in our hands, do you think we should replenish some before doing anything?"

The high priest was puzzled, "There are not many evil spirits?"

The high priest looked out of the window, only to find that the evil spirits were scattered and scattered. After counting, there were only eight evil spirits left.

"This... this, why are these cannon fodder consumed so quickly?" the high priest asked in amazement.

"It took a whole night, how fast?!"

John was about to collapse.

……

In the other room.

Just now, Ron used skill points to add werewolf blood to LV4.

Because of this, his condition is getting better and better, he is refreshed, and he doesn't feel tired at all.

Another evil spirit died tragically.

"Kill D-level aliens and get 3 skill points."

He finally gathered the skill points to upgrade the werewolf bloodline to level 5.

Ron chose to upgrade immediately.

"27 skill points → 2 skill points."

"Werewolf bloodline LV4 → Werewolf bloodline LV5."

"It has been detected that the blood of vampires can be fused, is the blood fused?"

"Fusion!"

"The fusion is successful, and the bloodline has evolved into the ancestor's bloodline!"

The moment the fusion was successful, his whole body suddenly fell into a state of epileptic convulsions like countless small electric currents, and then he rolled his eyelids and fell unconscious on the ground.

(End of this chapter)