Xijin put his front foot on the ground, braked suddenly, and under the huge inertia, the chubby bug's buttocks bumped a few times. He turned around, his eyes full of pleading for help...
However, there was nothing behind him, and there was no sign of his little friend.
The giant face froze.
When a person is in a desperate situation, there will always be unexpected potential. The moment he realized something was wrong, Nalen's body was already faster than his brain, and he dodged and hid in the flower shop next to him.
The business of this store seemed deserted, the store was small, and there was only one clerk inside, who was giving him a puzzled look.
Such a heavily armed man looked very suspicious.
Naren said, "I want to buy flowers."
It turned out to be a serious flower buyer.
The clerk was relieved and asked professionally: "Who are you going to give it to? We have many types of bouquets here, and the language of the flowers is also different. Look, this is..."
Naren stopped the clerk's overly enthusiastic introduction, and said lightly: "Giving flowers is not about the object and the language of the flowers, I prefer to look at the flowers themselves."
The clerk was at a loss: "Huh?"
Nalen: "Let me pick my own"
His tone sounded very gentle, and his demeanor when picking out the bouquet was very calm, but only he knew how fast his heart was beating at the moment. He came to the shelf, staring at the dazzling array of flowers, his brain was spinning rapidly—
How can the people of the legion stay here
It is impossible to expect that someone will come to rob insects.
Even if Sells is the prophet, there is no need to put up such a big battle.
It was just a bug attack incident, and Xi Jin's identity was just a bug, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like an existence that could attract the attention of the military.
Sells was not one to fuss over a molehill, he was sure of that.
There must be something he doesn't know.
Naren couldn't help but mourn for half a second for his ill-fated little friend. He suddenly remembered that he had injected a catalyst into Xi Jin just now in order not to attract attention. If Xijin turns into a living person in full view, wouldn't his identity as a bug star be exposed
Giant worms attacking people and worm stars entering, the latter is more serious in nature.
Recently, the relationship between Zergstar and the Empire has been very tense, and there have been frictions at the border between the two sides.
Regardless of whether this group of worms coveted Asha’s mine star after gnawing their home planet; just from the perspective of race, there are also essential differences between them—you must know that Asha people generally don’t like huge worms. Too cold.
Could it be that Xi Jin has been exposed long ago
But it's not enough to dispatch so many people.
Thinking of Fei Chong's joyful look when he saw him, his mood suddenly became complicated.
However, now is not the time to think about problems, and an ostrich-like attitude cannot solve the problem. If he had been hiding in the store, Sells' minions would search for him sooner or later.
He had to find a way to get off the street.
When you are in a flower shop, you can smell the sweet and greasy fragrance in the air. Naren took a bouquet of flowers casually, and went to pay the bill with a natural expression.
"You can get a rose for an extra three yuan. Do you want to take it back to give to your partner?"
Nalen shook his head, and his voice was low and urgent from under the mask: "To be honest, a stalker followed me all the way from Sunset Volcano to Langton Street."
Clerk: "..." Sure enough, it's still suspicious!
After the strange silence, the clerk tried to find some words to deal with, but found no suitable template after searching.
Naren said, "I need help."
The clerk handed over the landline and said, "Press 1 for the alarm."
Naren said: "Even the most efficient police officer will take time to come over. He has attacked me once just now, and he may be guarding outside now."
The clerk opened his mouth: "Then... are you waiting in the store?"
Nalen said no: "It affects you too much."
Clerk: "..."
Nalen: "Sorry."
Clerk: "What, what's the matter?"
Nalen raised his hand, slowly walked around the back of his neck, and said gently, "I want to borrow something."
The clerk couldn't help swallowing, and his throat moved slightly: "What?"
Naren shot violently, knocking people unconscious in an instant.
He called up his address book and found a column of contact information. Then, he bent down and took off the terminal on the clerk's wrist, and sent a communication request in the next second.
After the beep, the communication was quickly connected.
Searles' voice came to his ears through the terminal, just like himself, with a cold tone and aloof attitude.
"Which one?"
Nalen's changed voice was a little sharper than before: "I am a member of the Animal Protection Association, the insect branch."
The other side was silent for a long time, "What kind?"
"Insects, branch group."
Sells: "..." When did the Humane Society have such a weird group
Naren went straight to the topic: "Received a report, you will transport a rare alien worm to the prison today, and it is not ruled out that some extreme measures may be used to cause serious damage to it."
Sells: "I'm even more curious about how you know my communication number."
Naren: "There is a misunderstanding between us, I hope we can sit down and talk about it."
Sells: "You and I should be in Longton Street. Where do you want to talk?"
Naren reported the name of a store: "I'll be waiting for you in the box on the far right."
After saying this, before Sells could respond, he cut off the communication.
The shop name reported is on the other side of the street, far away from here. As for whether there are boxes inside, it is pure nonsense, just to disturb the sight.
After pulling the unconscious clerk to the shelf, Naren quickly changed their clothes and returned the terminal as it was.
"The contact information of the Marshal of the Empire will be used as the loan fee for the terminal." He even thoughtfully noted Sellsmont's name.
After putting on the clerk's clothes, Nalen put on the three-piece mask, sunglasses and hat again, and ran to the warehouse, only to find that the back door of the store had been frantically blocked.
Happily, there is a window to the back street.
Naren jumped onto the window sill deftly and looked out. Because of the terrain, the height from the ground outside is much higher than inside. He took a deep breath and jumped down—before he was ready to buffer, a swift shadow appeared and supported him.
Nalen froze.
His eyes shifted to the familiar faces, and his mind was instantly emptied. This familiar, unexpected feeling!
"Sels?"
When did he show up this time? !
Sells put down the pedestrian object he caught casually, and then set his eyes on Nalen, "Do you recognize me?"
Naryn: "The image and reputation of the Marshal spread throughout the empire, there should be no one who would not recognize it."
Sells paused for a long time.
"It's you." There was certainty in the words, in a tone of stating the facts.
Even though the man changed his clothes, he still wore a mask, sunglasses and a hat... This man's face was hidden to a terrible level, airtight, and very eye-catching. Sellers couldn't recognize it. It is difficult to get out.
"Congzi's accomplice." He pointed out his identity, and said again: "Didn't you make an appointment with a box in the restaurant?"
Naren's face was straight and his face was lost: "I'm on my way to the meeting place."