Chapter 615: Pre-war meeting (fourth more, ask for monthly pass)

"Ms. Pamela, has he read any cult novels of the 1980s and 1990s? His mind is a bit abnormal?" Chen Yan asked.
"His brain wasn't normal right now," Pamela whispered.
"Boy, I'm going to tear you up!" Ze Lei was furious and rushed directly towards Chen Yi.
Chen Yan's right arm suddenly swelled, her mouth biting Ze Lei's left half, and Chen Yan's face was tinged with a smile.
"Your body ... it looks ... pretty good."
"Me? It tastes great?"
Click--
Glutton's mouth had bitten off half of Zele's body.
Zelei lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Almost all the bones in his body fell apart.
"You ... why are you not affected by the curse of the plague?"
"Sorry, can you release more plague curses?" Chen Yan stood in front of Ze Lei with a mild smile: "I haven't eaten enough, and I can rarely eat such a delicious plague curse."
Pamela looked dumbfounded and ate the Curse of the Plague and Zere as food?
Who is this person?
"Forget it, it seems that it can't wait." Chen Yan's gluttony mouth opened again, covering Ze Lei with a mouthful.
The surrounding evil spirits ran away in a blink of an eye, and no one dared to appear in front of Chen Yan.
Zele was scary enough to them.
Eat them as food.
But even more frightening was the man who actually ate Zele as food.
This man is the man at the top of the food chain.
"Miss Pamela, are Laurent and Assand there?"
"Inside, they are all under the curse of the plague and are now very dangerous."
"Oh ... take me to see."
When Chen Kun entered the basement, he saw Laurent and Assander lying on the ground.
Their faces were all green, and Chen Yong once again used the mouth of a glutton, sucking at them.
The green gas from both of them floated out and was sucked cleanly by the glutton.
"Thank you," Pamela said.
"You're welcome, yes, can you tell me what happened?"
Pamela said the whole story again and again: "Zere, my husband, a poisonous wizard, an idiot who wants to pursue eternal life, I discovered his evil behavior, and then imprisoned him here with magic, He starved alive, but the plague that was released when he was dying also killed me, and there are more than a hundred people in this community, I will stay and keep him guarded to prevent him from waking up one day and continue He's evil. "
"Things are resolved, and I should go."
"Okay ... yes, Laurent is not bad."
"I refuse to accept your words. Goodbye Ms. Pamela."
A sneeze--
"Forgot it again, really greedy."
...
"Shall we kill in?"
"Maybe we can kill him."
"Maybe he fought against the skeleton monster just now. He has consumed a lot of magic and now hides in the room to rest."
"Then let's kill it together and kill him."
"I counted three times and we killed them together, three, two, one ..."
At this time, the door opened, and Chen Kun dragged Laurent and Assand out with one hand.
The nose is itchy, and the mouth of the right arm glutton is even more itchy.
Ah-sneeze-
boom--
Pamela's front yard, along with the house opposite, was instantly razed to the ground.
At the same time, there were more than a dozen evil spirits.
"This sneeze is much more comfortable."
Chen Yan's glutton's mouth has returned to normal. He touched his nose, and his nose was much more comfortable.
Chen Ye did not encounter any evil spirits along the way.
No evil spirit dared to come to death.
...
"Ah ... ah ..."
Lauren exclaimed, but he found himself lying on the bed.
"I'm back?" Laurent felt his body and everything was fine.
Laurent rushed downstairs and saw Chen Yan being out in the sun.
"Chen, did you bring me back?"
"It was the police who called me. I said you two, a lot of age, and one is still in a wheelchair. Can you stop a bit? Is it all right to go to the beach to drink?
"You mean, Asand and I were drunk by the sea last night?"
"Crap, can't you remember?"
"I'm a bit confused."
Chen Yan glanced at Laurent: "You two are drunk and restless, and you are still there calling to see Pamela."
Now Laurent's mind is still messy, and his thinking is beginning to get confused.
He didn't know what was true or what was false.
"Sober, would you like to come a little?"
Laurent took Chen Ye's hangover medicine and took a sip, and indeed he felt a lot clearer in his mind.
However, there are still many difficulties that cannot be solved.
At this time, Chen Ye's phone rang.
"Hey, West, what's up?"
"Chairman, we're doing mobile deployment now, would you come over?"
"Ok."
Chen Yan glanced at Laurent: "I have something to go out."
When Chen Yun came to the headquarters of the Paranormal Society again, everyone immediately gathered in the conference hall.
This time, no one dared to hang off in front of Chen Yi.
"Come, who will explain the Maple Leaf Community Evil Group?"
At this time, Inglett stood up as a strategic logistics management.
He is the main curator of this time: "President, after research and discussion, the maple leaf community's evil spirit group is strong and numerous. With the number of our associations, it is obviously impossible to win if it is a confrontation, so I The plan is to lay out the trap, then introduce the evil spirit into the trap, and finally detonate the trap. "
"What about the specific implementation plan?"
"It's mainly Julag. In his weapon manufacturing, magic mines and magic flamethrowers, as long as we can meet our requirements, the success rate of this plan is still very high."
"Julag, do you have any questions?" Chen Yan asked.
"Regardless of magic mines or magic flamethrowers, there is no problem in principle and manufacturing difficulty, as long as enough raw materials can be provided."
"I'm fine, I will provide Jurage with enough raw materials." Waukes said.
"Then it's settled down then," Chen said.
"President, there is still a problem," West said.
"what is the problem?"
"Who is going to be the bait?"
Everyone bowed their heads, and no one wanted to be the bait.
As long as your mind is normal, you know how dangerous this bait is.
"No one volunteered? Then I called." Chen Yan glanced at everyone.
"Chairman, look at my old arms and legs. I can't run fast if I want to run." Bill said, under normal conditions, he needs a walking stick.
"President, I ..." One by one began to find various excuses.