Chapter 395: Drop package

Chapter 395 Drop the package
Yan Qingwen never makes losses.
Now join the evaluation group, the surrounding is a familiar game, there are organized raiders in hand, a small risk, you can get a big reward, and you can get a map of Professor Song.
But once the base was moved to another place, all the nearby games were unfamiliar, and there was no strategy. Taking a companion into the game was a nine-death life, not worth the loss.
Bai Youwei thought about it and turned to look at Shen Mo: "Should we go to your father's side first?"
Shen Mo pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go back first."
"Ah?" She froze, "Don't you visit Uncle Shen?"
"Go again next day." Shen Mo said, "I will inform him in advance another day, and suddenly go to so many people, lest he be unprepared."
"Oh ..." Bai Youwei responded.
I don't know how to care a little bit in my heart, I always feel that Shen Mo seems to have nothing to say.
...
In the hot afternoon, the two men were smoking cigarettes under the tree, occasionally glancing at the tall building behind them.
They weren't clean enough, they were all servant, but they wore a pair of white gloves in their hands, and they were dazzling white.
After smoking a cigarette, I finally waited until the person inside came out.
The two immediately came forward and asked, "Why is it so long? That group of guys are embarrassing you?"
The man who came out of the headquarters tilted his lips. "So many people have died, so always ask carefully and rest assured that even if you doubt me, they have no evidence."
"That gang of idiots, I guess I can't imagine how they died!" His companions laughed smugly and rampantly, and couldn't wait to ask, "How's the harvest this time? I heard that all the base elites went to them. There must be a lot of props and puzzles? "
Another companion was also fiery, "Since you have the courage to enter the game, you must have something for life!"
The man frowned and his face was not good.
He took two things out of his pocket, one was a chalk head and the other was a colored thread rope, both of which were props.
"Only these?" His companion couldn't believe it, picked up the props in his hand, and said annoyedly, "These two props are useless at all! You use one of our puzzles, and get back these ?!"
The man froze when he heard the words, and his expression dimmed instantly.
Another companion saw that his face was wrong and hurriedly gave his companion a look. He persuaded: "He didn't know that this would happen, don't you agree with the game 21? Now, what's the use of these!"
These two men seemed to be quite afraid of men, and even if they were dissatisfied, they would not dare to show it easily.
"Am I in a hurry ... I don't mean to blame anyone ..."
"Come on, go back first, even if we are out of luck this time ... that group of people is also stupid! With so many props in hand, dare to enter the game! Are you stupid ?!"
The corner of the man's lips slightly turned up, and he said softly: "Silly? I don't think so."
He spread his other hand, with three puzzles in his palm.
"Isn't this a jigsaw ?!" the companion exclaimed, "why didn't you just take it out! It made us think that you really hit the float this time!"
"Look carefully." The man picked up one of the pieces, using to force it slightly, and the piece of metal jigsaw cracked in half.
"The puzzles are fake." He threw the pieces and gently clapped his hands, his white gloves were spotless.
His two companions looked at each other, confused.
"What's going on? ... Why should you bring a fake puzzle into the game?"
"Black, eat, black." The man glanced at them lightly. "Before we started, the puzzles on these people had already been dropped."
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(End of this chapter)