Chapter 641: Pseudo-face (on)

A sudden change reminded him that a guest had arrived.
Guk placed the glove he had just removed and stood straight.
"What happened?"
Xu Yu, a guard wearing a horned helmet stepped in and saluted.
His armor is in good condition, but after a few days of hard work, he has hardly seen the emblem of the gang above, but he noticed that there is a deep knife mark on his red left fist, right The shoulder armor is covered with a piece of burnt black, obviously a masterpiece of flamethrower.
Guk noticed these tiny details at a glance. Even the soldier's posture allowed him to read a lot of information, and he recalled the name of the guard.
Brutu.
He has always been a confident, even reckless warrior, but now he seems cautious.
The fierce and relentless war locked him in a state of constant preparation, as if threats were everywhere, even the rest after the capture of the Black Fire Castle could not be resolved.
He kept his hand involuntarily beside the weapon, as if he was always ready to deal with the ambush.
Seeing how he was imprisoned by a sense of urgency after undergoing upheaval, Guk was satisfied. A close guard should maintain a fighting stance at any time-but he was still too nervous.
"Your armor is going to keep those mechanics busy for a while."
Guk said as easily as possible.
"According to believe that every pit and scratch is worth it, overlord."
The guard answered simply, without moving, the limbs under the armor were tight.
Guk laughed, and he extended his unarmed hand.
The guard hesitated for a moment before holding it.
"It's good to see you, Brutus, come and tell me what new news you got, no matter what kind of politeness, take off the helmet."
"No need, boss."
He was previously assigned to clean up the pier built by the rebels by the sea. Now that he is here, it shows that the work has been completed, and maybe there is some information about Xiami. Gu Ke specifically explained that they should pay attention to this point.
"Anyway, as you can see, I'm asking questions, it will take some time, maybe you have to tell a long story short."
"Understood, boss."
He nodded, because the beast-shaped helmet covered most of his face, so Guk couldn't see his expression clearly, and could only point to a shaky chair beside the table.
"Sit down and talk to me."
Brutus hesitated.
"If you allow, boss, I want to introduce you to a few."
"What?"
"They are members of my gang. They perform tasks with me. They all have their own findings. Since you want to listen to stories, they have many stories to tell, and I will be very happy if they can be summoned. They are all loyal warriors."
"They came with you?"
"They are standing by in the hall outside, boss."
"Let them come in."
The guard sent a signal, leaving a few guard fish in, ten in total.
Their armor is also weather-stricken, and all the battle gang emblems have worn out to be unrecognizable. They show the same calmness and concentration as Brutus, so that they seem to be cautious, as if they dare not step into such a space dedicated to the overlord. Or at least worry that your worn armor will tarnish it.
Guk sighed softly. The timidity on the surface was actually a tense nerve that might never be able to relax again. Those traitors made his soldiers pay such a price.
He read the details again, and many stories clearly contained them.
A slightly deformed armor swept by a pistol, a broken finger, has been stitched, the handle of a short knife does not match the color of the scabbard, it must be a substitute forcibly taken on the battlefield, and the chest is a fluke in front of the storm-type ammunition A dense bullet mark left while escaping.
"We always work together."
Brutus said.
"A lot of enemies have been killed along the way."
"Yes, yes, I have seen it, let me know you,"
Guk nodded and said he was proud of having such a group of elite warriors. As long as they are there, any traitors or other gadgets are just waiting to be buried in the body.
"Sit down, take off those helmets and tell me your stories face to face. What did you find?"
The guards clumsily obeyed their orders, but they were out of step with the current situation. Two or three of them did not want to sit down, and none of them took off their helmets.
Are they ashamed of scars? Are they reluctant to reveal their pride?
Guk was a little puzzled.
One of the guards stood far from the door. This strange position reminded Guk of the prison, and someone always had to guard the exit.
But the guard should be outside the door, what should be guarded inside the door?
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit weird and strange.
Guk noticed that they all carried weapons, sheathed pistols and swords. The only weapons in this exclusive area belonged to the guards, but generally they would not appear in Guk with all weapons. before.
But Guk didn't want to speak up to let these tired veterans leave their trusted weapons outside, it would be like asking them to remove part of their body, such as arms or eyes.
In the war, these weapons are vital to their lives, they have been integrated with them, and if they are taken away-
Suddenly, a thought suddenly appeared~EbookFREE.me~What about your shelf? "
He asked, his eyes fixed on the familiar guard in front of him.
"Boss? Shelf?"
"In the Abandoned City, I have a shelf for your boss, and your spoils?"
"Yes... yes, it's a pity that it was lost when fighting."
A very small detail, it's just one of the many details that Guk captured in these few minutes.
He did equip the guards with the boss bracket, but there are many, but Brutus is a little special. He still remembers that it is a bad moon sign. The guard said that he could not fight without it. .
It was so insignificant and so insignificant that it should have been ignored, but he learned that he could not ignore any details since his rise.
His natural instinct is to perceive all differences, the possibility of reading anything, this is his real power to surpass all the kids-the wisdom of the wisdom boy is far more than thinking.
"Why don't you show your face, Brutus?"
"Boss--"
"What does that shelf look like? What is the boss logo above?"
Brutus didn't answer, but his right hand reached the gun that was fixed on his waist.
In an instant, Gukru fell into the ice cellar, and he finally understood what the captive's last smile came from.
After a moment of shock, he used pure willpower to erase depression, surprise, disappointment and impulse, not to curse himself for being deceived, nor to vent the troubles caused by such poisonous schemes.
There is no time to spend on it, they are just luxury goods.
He erased them in an instant, because if he wasted even a moment on it, he would sacrifice only the short opportunity to do a more important thing.
That is to live.