As time went by, the team of mercenaries who were looking for trouble a few minutes later were beaten out one after another, and lay on the ground and on wooden tables and benches.

Link and the other two stood firm.

Gene had a blank eye. Claude's clothes were broken, and his drink and saliva were all contributed by several mercenaries who had been spitting out of him.

Link's head was scattered, and the stains left by his fists and feet were not much cleaner.

"One side is down, count down three seconds, three two one..." The bartender calmly counted down: "The trio won, the real-time odds are 1:3, and the one who bought the right one is here to get the money."

For a moment, the cheers of those who were under pressure in the field and the curses of those who were under pressure in the field rang out loud, but no one cared about the two sides who had the result of the fight.

Gene poked a bald man at the foot with his foot: "You're done with the fight, you can get up."

The man sat up with aches, rubbed his sore chin with both hands, swollen Tianling cover, and his stomach sore: "Fake! You shameless old wood, don't I just want to take a cigarette butt to taste it, you actually started."

Gene snorted, and the cigar in his mouth sucked two more mouthfuls. The red light flashed, and another dense white smoke rose: "The labor and capital are the best cigars, and the cigarette butt is more valuable than other garbage."

Having said that, he threw a cigar to the strong bald man: "Not selling, go play with me."

The bald man suddenly smiled. The unfortunate thing just now disappeared, just like pretending to be.

Well, most of them are indeed pretending.

This kind of fight without using divine particles, simply swinging fists, and no internal bleeding due to fractures, can make these thick-skinned mercenaries lie for a few minutes.

Several fallen companions beside him also touched him: "Boss, click on it, let's try it too."

The bald man was a little reluctant to let it go, but the fight just now was a fight together.

In a sense, it was everyone who was beaten collectively to get a cigar, and it was not good for him to possess it alone.

Compared with large teams, small teams like theirs can only be stable by fairness and loyalty.

Otherwise, when you come back from a mission, your subordinates will get the money and no one will take the garbage boss seriously.

In a tangled way, the bald man returned to their table, lit the cigar with a lighter, and took a deep breath by himself, and it was the kind of cigar that was used to waste his life in the wilderness.

Then the man's expression...is hard to describe.

Link was a little suspicious that Gene had added other "leafs" in private.

He picked up the wine he had just sent on his table and poured half a glass of wine. Seeing that Link was still looking at the bald head over there, Gene laughed: "Forget this high-end cigar, but that kind of ordinary cigar is really not sold?"

Link thought about it, but shook his head: "You can try to sell some goods and cultivate the market. This is a luxury product. If you want to sell it openly, the benefits are too great. You are not insured alone, and it is best to solve the problems you have in your old age."

Gene muttered twice in dissatisfaction, but did not object.

The key is not that he is not strong enough, but that he does not have the idea of ​​formal appearance with his oracle identity.

Link himself didn't show up very much, so naturally he couldn't ask Gene to take the thunder.

Moreover, the identity of the oracle is too sensitive. Once the activity is open, all kinds of bullshit things will follow one after another.

At that time, people and things like them who had close ties to Gene would be highly concerned.

It doesn't matter to Claude. It turns out that there are rumors about the oracle, and he doesn't like to hang out outside like Gene, and he can't find anyone if he wants to pay attention to him.

The Shang League, an organization that has just begun to develop, is hard not to be considered a sign of Gene's snatching territory.

Compared to a level fighter who is rough and thick and hard to kill, a gunman like Gene, who has high attacks and thin skin, is more likely to become the target of others' ambush.

When you meet a guy with an impatient personality, if you don’t do it well, you will start an oracle battle.

Therefore, Link thinks it is better to be low-key before Claude recovers.

After recovery? Haha, if the two oracles who cooperate far and near, they must do the same as the consequences of the equivalent Duizi if they dare to start a war.

No matter how confident a person is, he dares not say that he can compete with one or two.

Find a helper to pick two? Sorry, it’s not easy for such an abnormal guy to produce one, and it’s even more rare to get two or even make up one.

When he really encountered such a small chance incident, Link also admitted it, at most... he tried to kill the other party.

However, Gene still said to the other side: "This guy can be a distributor. The group of people under him are not doing much work outside, and they are very familiar with the ground of the base."

Link looked over there.

The bald man was trying to grab half of the cigar left from his subordinates, but was hugged by the other little brothers and shouted, "Brother, you're drunk" and "Brother, come another bottle", and screamed in anger, punching and kicking at the little brother. However, the little brothers laughed and wanted to take two more mouthfuls of the "best cigarette" that the boss said.

Link couldn't help but wonder: "It looks like Yazi who doesn't seem very smart."

"If you are too smart, you should find a way for yourself or get along with the base management. Who would be such a slut?" Gene spread his hands: "Anyway, distribution doesn't require too much brains. Just be diligent and don't be too greedy."

Link thought about it, too.

If it really doesn't work, then the risk will be almost zero using an awakening-level authority device.

That's right, the bald man has the hairstyle of a strong man, but he does not have the strength of a strong man. It is probably because he is born without a bald process, so it doesn't matter if he becomes stronger.

After the three of them finished chatting, they fought another group fight like a playful group, and finally started to talk about the main things.

No matter what happened before, or going to the foreign land, it was not a secret, so I interviewed here.

And it is mainly about direction, and the details are of course negotiated by terminals to make perfect action plans.

The written action plan was only made after Link joined. Although Claude and Gene were literate, they used to do it as soon as they were done.

It was because of the arrival of Link, a "modern person", that they had written plans.

Anyway, they don't know how to do it, so they can take a few glances at it at most.

Link won't do it either. Just take it back to the real world and let the Alliance's staff be an intern.

Even if the tasks assigned by the boss are quite outrageous, they must be done seriously and not be careless at all.

What monsters start at awakening level, with many extraordinary levels, and even consider how to deal with waves of the same level as the Tree of Mist. It is outrageous to appear once in the real world.

But under the leadership of the big boss, they had already destroyed the fog tree in Chicago, so it was not too strange to make an action plan.

Take this plan back to the wilderness world, let Gene and Claude take a look, and modify the unsuitable parts, which may be useful.

For two old wilderness birds, this kind of thing is similar to eating, even if they have never eaten it, they know whether it is delicious.

Being a chef is a technical job, and being a foodie is also considered a professional match for two people who travel around the world.
Chapter completed!