"yes!"
The thin man named Heite listened to Lance's words, nodded vigorously, and said with great excitement: "Brother Lance, I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely work hard, and I will definitely work hard.
President Winkle is a great man, and I wish him good health and a long life.
I may be a little stupid in this way, but I believe that with my hard work, one day I can recruit enough people to become vice presidents and become as big a figure as President Winkel. "
"It's a good idea you have. Okay, here we are, let's go in." In front of a dilapidated house, the tall Lance stopped and said to the skinny Heite.
The thin black man nodded, nervously tidying up his old dry linen clothes, shaking off the mud on his shoes, and carefully followed the tall Lance and walked into the house.
Just as the two of them approached the house, on a wooden building not far away, a fat man as short as a winter melon was pushing the door and walking out. The fat man gasped for air and looked around blankly, looking like he had been hollowed out.
Seeing Lance and Heite walk into the house, the fat man snorted coldly and muttered: "Are they the idiots tricked by that guy Winkel again? Huh, I didn't expect that one after another, the idiots are better than me. There is a lot more to think about. Just wait, wait until there are too many people and you can’t hold it anymore, and see how you deal with it. Of course... "
The fat man hesitated and thought seriously: "Of course... What will happen if we can really hold on? In other words, according to Winkel's deception, if you want to become a vice president, you will have to recruit more than 2,000 people. Enter his gang. In this case, if he really gets a few more vice-presidents, wouldn’t the entire White Stone Tower belong to him? It’s impossible... "
The more the fat man thought about it, the more frightened he became. Just when he was feeling a little uneasy, there were sudden footsteps behind him, and then a pair of soft, fragrant arms wrapped around his neck, which was deep in fat.
"Little Alex, what are you looking at?" a beautiful woman asked.
"Um, Mrs. Amanda, I'm... watching..." The fat man's uneasiness about Winkel disappeared without a trace, and instead he was occupied by a stronger uneasiness. When he heard the beautiful woman's words, his face changed. I was already sweating.
"By the way, aren't you dying?" The woman looked at the fat man for a long time and was speechless. Then she suddenly asked resentfully, "If this is really the case, then I really look down on you!"
"No way!" When the fat man heard this, he felt extremely offended, and he defended loudly and somewhat angrily, "How could I not be good at it? Mrs. Amanda, don't you know my abilities yet? I am very good at it..."
"That's good." The woman interrupted the fat man, "As long as you are good at it, come on. I've poured the bath water for you. Let's take a bath together. Isn't this your favorite? Come on. Come… "
The fat man was pulled by the woman and walked towards the wooden door. The angry expression on the fat man's face slowly disappeared, turning into surprise, fear, and despair. As the fat man walked step by step, his legs became weaker and weaker, and his body became more and more trembling.
Just as he was about to walk in the door, the fat man was about to despair, when suddenly the house not far away made a "bang" sound. Ten meters of flames soared into the sky, lifted the roof, and enveloped the entire house. The fire shone red across the sky, and the flames burned fiercely. The exploded house was burned to the point of collapse, and the flames began to spread slowly around.
Both the fat man and the woman were frightened by the sudden loud noise. They froze on the spot and subconsciously looked at the place where the flames were rising. It took them a long time to react.
"This..." The woman trembled and shrank into the fat man's arms with some fear, "Little... little Alex, what happened? How..."
"I..." The fat man was also extremely nervous, with a lot of sweat on his face, but at this time he still tried to maintain his identity as a man and comforted, "Ms. Amanda, it's okay, it's okay, we just accidentally caught fire. We It's far away, so it shouldn't be possible to burn wooden buildings. What's being burned are other people's dilapidated houses, so don't be afraid."
"Well, okay then." The woman nodded after hearing this and said, "Well, little Alex, let's go in and take a bath. It won't be good if the bath water gets cold..."
The fat man's body stiffened, and the next moment he suddenly pushed the woman who was nestling in his arms. The expression on his face changed to one of compassion, human life and fate, justice and conscience, and harmony between heart and soul.
"Ms. Amanda, I remembered that although the houses were burned to the ruins of other people's houses, there are still people in the houses. I have to save them! Otherwise, what should I do if they burn to death? That's all for me. Neighbors!" the fat man said loudly.
"Um..." The woman was a little stunned, "Then how do you save..."
"Thank you, Mrs. Amanda, for this, hehe!" The fat man kissed the woman's face hard and ran into the room quickly. I wonder if his potential was stimulated at the critical moment, and he actually picked up the bathtub that was mostly filled with water. Bucket, staggering and stumbling, he ran towards the fire outside the building.
"I... I'm going to put out the fire! Ah... Mrs. Amanda, you... wait for me, I... I'll be back soon... Yes, I'll be here soon, don't worry, just wait for me here. Don't follow me, you will It’s dangerous! I can do this kind of dangerous thing myself!”
As the fat man talked, he rocked downstairs with the bathtub in his arms, but he was thinking in his heart: I'd better find a place to dump the water, and then have a good night's rest. I will never come back until dawn, after all, I went up Older women are really terrible...
With this thought, the fat man walked downstairs, glanced subconsciously at the burning wooden building in the distance, blinked his eyes and said: "Hey, by the way, isn't it the house where Winkel is on fire? Isn't it? His deception offended someone, so he was killed directly, right? "
As the fat man was talking, he suddenly saw two people walking out of the blazing flames.
Yes, two people, two intact people in black robes, stepped out of the flames.
this!
The two men in black robes looked at the fat man. The fat man shook violently and almost fell to the ground. He couldn't hold the bathtub in his hands and fell to the ground with a "bang".
Looking at the two men in black robes who were obviously not easy to mess with, the fat man swallowed his saliva with a "gudong" sound and trembled, trying to prove his innocent identity and said: "I... I am a fire fighter..."
"No, no!" The fat man thought of something and suddenly changed his mind, "I'm not putting out fires, I... I'm pouring bath water, yes, pouring bath water."
As he spoke, the fat man overturned the tub, causing all the water in it to flow to the ground.
The two men in black robes looked at the fat man's behavior and said nothing, but one of them extended his hand to the fat man.
The fat man yelled "Ah" and collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy: "Don't... don't kill me, I... I'm really pouring the bath water, I..."
The man in black robe still didn't speak, and stretched out a hand. The bath water that the fat man poured on the ground began to condense and freeze under the influence of some kind of force.
After a while, a hard pattern made of ice appeared in front of the fat man.
The fat man looked at the pattern and saw that the outermost part of the pattern was a ring, and inside the ring was a triangle and a vertical line.
What's this
The fat man was confused and looked at the man in black robe again, only to find that the man in black robe had disappeared without a trace at some point.
this…
"call-"
The fat man took a long breath, thankful that he had survived. Then he scratched his head, looked at the pattern of ice cubes in front of him, and then looked at the blazing fire. He felt that he had no idea what was going on, and couldn't help but make a sound. : "This... what exactly is going on?"
what's the situation