On the rooftop of the Lions Club, Fan quietly leaned against the railing, letting the cold Siberian wind blow by.
"Boss" Art, who was tightly wearing a pair of shorts, walked over.
The dense wounds on his strong bronze muscles are like his glory.
These wounds bear witness to the hardships he has experienced along the way.
Art handed over a bottle of pure water in his hand, and Van took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Damn, this is good stuff.
One bottle costs 5 points.
Only those purebred guys can afford it.
Part of the reason why I come to Lion Boxing is to drink a bottle for free when I have time.
Pure water," Art muttered.
After the nuclear destruction, most water sources were polluted, so it was crucial to find clean water sources.
The main city of Death Angel relied on the snowmelt water accumulated in Siberia all year round to build this majestic city.
The drinking water for modified people is snow water that has only undergone primary filtration, and there are still many radioactive impurities left, but this will not have an impact on them.
Pure humans can also drink this snow water for free, but Almost all pure humans will choose to buy pure water, and only they will use their points in this regard.
Although modified people and purebred people live together, their lifestyles are indeed two extremes.
"If you like it, I can buy a few bottles for you."
Fan said softly.
Art didn't seem to expect that Fan would say this, so he looked at Fan strangely.
"Boss, are you in any trouble and need my help?"
Fan shook his head calmly and looked into the distance with his deep eyes.
No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.
After a long silence, he finally spoke again.
"Thanks."
Art, who was slowly tasting the taste of pure water, coughed as if his neck was suddenly stuck.
He was choked.
Fan took out a box from the pocket of his pants, then placed it in Art's palm, and patted his back gently with his right hand.
"I gave it to you, you don't have to pay it back."
After saying this, Van left Art alone on the rooftop.
After he opened the door to the rooftop stairway, he happened to see Qiangwei, who was rushing to catch up.
The sudden encounter caught Qiangwei a little off guard.
She instinctively leaned sideways against the wall.
There was a moment of panic in her eyes, and then she returned to normal embarrassment.
He smiled at Fan.
Fan glanced at her calmly, then looked at Art, who was still standing there dumbfounded on the rooftop, then nodded to Qiangwei, and then walked down the stairs.
Qiangwei watched Fan leave blankly, completely forgetting her original purpose.
When she finally came to her senses, she stamped her feet bitterly, and had no choice but to walk towards Art, who was still standing there dumbfounded.
"Why are you so stunned?
Your boss is gone."
Qiangwei crossed her hands on her chest.
"Qiangwei, what's the best gift you've ever received in your life?"
Art suddenly asked in a daze.
Qiangwei was also stunned by Art's question, but then fell into a brief thought.
"The half rabbit leg that Vatican gave me can be considered a gift."
Qiangwei replied.
The survival trial in childhood was also a shadow that she could not erase in her life.
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At the beginning, when she was the hungriest and weakest, it was Fan gave her his only half of a rabbit leg, which enabled her to survive the most difficult period.
Although she eventually separated from Fan after that, she always remembered this kindness.
Even though Fan Zao was no longer the innocent boy he was before and did not remember her until they met later, she never forgot this kindness.
Pass.
"Rabbit legs, those are indeed good things."
Art seemed to recall the past, "But have you ever seen anyone give this as a gift?"
Art handed the box in his hand to Qiangwei.
Qiangwei casually opened the box, and an injection liquid lay quietly in the center of the box, with its name gef-1 clearly marked on the bottle.
"Damn, you've made a fortune," Qiangwei muttered casually.
A GEF gene enhancement solution would actually be given as a gift.
This is worth a full 1,200 points.
Art smiled bitterly, "The boss gave it to me, and he specifically told me that I didn't have to pay it back.
He also said thank you.
Qiangwei, do you think the boss is not ready to have me anymore?
This mission is completed, and he will definitely be enough to reach the third wing."
The standard has been met.
Reorganization of the team is inevitable.
Is this gef-1 his apology to me in advance?"
Seeing Art's crying face, Qiangwei glanced at him disdainfully, "It would be better if I didn't want you.
If you leave, I'll just apply to join."
"Don't worry, the boss will never want you."
Art curled his lips.
"No, I have to ask the boss what happened.
Why did you give me this for no reason?"
Atena said to herself, then left Qiangwei alone and quickly ran towards the stairs.
Finally, only Qiangwei was left on the rooftop.
She was holding the railing with both hands, and the cold wind ruffled her short hair, like a blooming rose.
"What kind of person are you?"
Qiangwei whispered to herself, her eyes blurred and clear.
Angel of Death main city, Mandala Bar.
"Mandala, do you really open this bar?"
This was the third time Jeff asked.
"There's nothing surprising.
Anyway, I didn't pay for opening the bar myself."
Mandala curled his lips.
"How have you considered my conditions?"
Mandala continued to ask.
Jeff's expression was a little struggling, "Mandala, you may not really know him.
If he knows that I accepted your conditions, he will never let me go."
"I can double the points."
Mandala took a sip of whiskey casually.
Jeff's current expression can be described as complicated.
His frowning brows and constantly shaking eyeballs revealed his anxiety.
After thinking for a long time, Jeff let out a heavy breath and his expression became determined.
"Sorry, I can't accept this."
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"You are so afraid of him?"
Mandala looked at Jeff in surprise.
Jeff smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid of him, I just admire him a little.
To be honest, when we were grouped into groups for the first time to perform a mission, I actually wanted to follow him, but he didn't like me."
"Oh, that's interesting.
It seems that different people have different evaluations of him."
Mandala smiled softly.
"There are as many people who admire him as there are people who slander him.
Don't try to understand him, and don't provoke him.
The result is definitely not what anyone can expect, not even you."
Jeff answered calmly.
"I think you also saw the body of the level five lurker that died next to him.
If Koala counted correctly at the time, there were more than thirty wounds on the lurker's body caused by lightsabers.
The most important thing is that these wounds occurred at almost the same moment, which means that Fan made more than thirty cuts in a row in just a few seconds, and the cuts did not leave the vital point
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"This man is not something we can predict at all.
Most of the time he never responds to provocations, but whenever someone touches his bottom line, no one can withstand his sudden burst of anger."
Jeff finished speaking and drank the cup in one gulp.
All the wine in it.
A bartender came over at this moment and said, "Boss, there is a reformer coming in outside.
He said his name is Fan."
"Let him come in."
Mandala waved his hand.
"There is an old saying in the old days: Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived."
Jeff spread his hands.
Fan then pushed the door open and looked slightly surprised when he saw Jeff and Mandala together.
Then he sat on the seat next to the two of them.
"I will transfer the portion of this mission to your account tonight, totaling 850 points."
Fan said to Jeff.
After hearing this, Jeff spread his hands and said, "Our help this time was actually very little.
You don't need to give so much, but Mandala did a lot in the end."
Jeff pointed at Mandala.
"That's between her and me, and there's something I'm about to ask her."
Fan said calmly.
"Okay, okay, then I'll leave first and you guys can talk."
Jeff stood up and was about to leave.
"You can still consider my conditions and don't make a decision in a hurry."
Mandala said to Jeff who was about to leave.
Jeff shrugged helplessly, noncommittal.
After Jeff left, Mandala crossed his legs and rested them straight on the coffee table.
He put his hands behind his head and asked in an extremely lazy tone: "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
"I think I should be the one to ask this question."
Fan replied coldly, "In the A-19 insect nest, you deliberately let the commander make a sound, and then deliberately delayed the subsequent battle. , and then wake up the high-level lurker , you already knew some things when the mission started, but you didn't say anything.
Instead of preventing it from happening, you secretly promoted its development.
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Your purpose was to make me die.
I was right.
Miss Mandala."
Fan's tone was stiff and cold, and anyone could hear the anger hidden in his tone.
"You have even thought of your escape route in advance.
You hired a C-class team of A-19 cyborgs to finish off the situation to prevent the development of things from getting out of your control.
If I remember correctly, the captain of that team is responsible for executing the mission.
The one you met at the Lost Bar the night before."
"There is no evidence for what you said, it's just your speculation."
Mandala took a sip of the whiskey in his hand nonchalantly.
"The heartbeat rises 10 times per minute, the body temperature rises 01 degrees, the breathing speeds up, the blinking frequency rises, and the cerebral cortex is active.
Miss Mandala, if you really don't care about this, can I consider these physiological reactions of yours to be yours?
Admiration for me," Van said in an extremely sarcastic tone.
After hearing this, Mandala narrowed his eyes, then put down the wine glass in his hand, staring closely at Fan's face.
"Pah, pah."
The sudden applause echoed in the room.
Almost as soon as the applause started, Fan jumped into the shadowed corner of the room, holding tightly the fork he had taken from the coffee table at some point.
"What a funny little guy," said the man who suddenly appeared from the shadows.
"You shouldn't have come out
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