Three days have passed.

In three days, everything seemed to be calm.

Emmasha has always maintained her disguise.

She didn't rush back.

She was worried that the people of the Supernatural Society would guard major traffic arteries or out of the city's hubs.

So she kept hiding in Los Angeles honestly.

This hiding spot was prepared in advance by her.

No matter how confident she is, she will arrange a way out for herself.

This is responsible for the safety of one's own life.

If possible, she hopes she will never use it for the rest of her life.

But she also didn't expect that she would use the hiding point so early.

Of course, she didn't go out at all.

That will only appear more abrupt.

I go out shopping normally every day and go to the supermarket.

At the same time, I will also observe the situation in Los Angeles.

She didn't feel anything different from usual.

Los Angeles looks very calm.

Of course, it may also be because your information is not perfect.

But she did not feel the change.

It seems that the supernatural association has no action at all.

But the more this happens, the more panicked Emmasha becomes.

She didn't even dare to contact the family.

Those new generations of families must have been captured.

Some of them must have revealed the family information.

They will inevitably leak their information.

Maybe even your phone is monitored by the other party.

This possibility is not without.

After all, the Felle family also has this method.

The Supernatural Association is the local emperor here.

There is even a government background.

It is very easy for them to want these communication operators to provide some help.

So Emmasha even threw away her phone.

But without my own cell phone, I can't contact the family.

Because my family has special contact information in order to maintain the mystery.

If you can contact any unfamiliar number.

The Nafilal family had long died.

Emmasha has been thinking about how to use transportation to leave Los Angeles.

Eventually, she decided to take a plane.

The traffic of people at Los Angeles Airport is very large, with more than 100,000 people traveling back and forth every day.

And I don't go directly to Seattle.

Fly in other areas first, then transfer back to Seattle.

This will prevent you from being tracked by locking your destination.

...

"Is there no news at all?"

"No, that woman seemed to have disappeared from Los Angeles."

"I guess I've escaped from Los Angeles." Chen Zhao said: "But forget it, I'm going to settle her family after all. If you can escape, the monk can't escape the temple."

"President, when will we do it?"

"How was Jolyn Nash's injury?"

"As aware, he can't get out of the ground. She also said the situation that day. We had received a request from the Road Administration before. On a section of the road out of the city, there were traces of suspected monsters. Due to the attack of the monster, a bus overturned, four people died and more than a dozen injured. Jolin Nash took on this task, but the monster should have been raised by that woman. She probably placed the monster there for some kind of ritual and transformation."

"It should be able to jump around in two days."

Then Chen Zhao went to see Jolin Nash again.

Jolin Nash's injury was serious, but it was not fatal.

And after she was in hand, she also had emergency treatment herself.

In addition, the rescue was prompt and Chen Zhao was personally treated.

Jolin Nash is obviously also a member of impulse revenge.

So this revenge operation will not be missing anyone.

Of course, except for her, all members of the Supernatural Association were enthusiastic.

Even Edos kept saying that this action could not be without him.

Even Rouen Faxiben is enthusiastic about his work.

After all, the magic props he made were actually surpassed.

How could he accept such a thing?

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Although the Supernatural Society's headquarters warehouse is full of materials.

But it's quite monotonous.

Most of them are parts of the dragon's body.

Dragon balls, dragon scales, dragon horns and other materials are all used to make magical artifacts.

But it is not the only material.

So Rouen Faxiben can only make some top-quality magic props at most.

Instead of creating real magic props.

The second is Rouen Faseyben's personal abilities.

Although Chen Zhao provided a lot of books on alchemy that he got from hell.

But technology cannot be improved day by day.

Furthermore, artifacts are not made by a single person most of the time.

Moreover, the time span is relatively long. It is very unlikely that a magic weapon can be created in a short time and the assembly line will be moved.

However, Rouen Faxiben's efforts to make progress cannot keep up with this action.

Now he can only create more magic props of the past according to the past method.

When Chen Zhao came to Rouen Faxiben's workshop, Rouen Faxiben was preparing a mixture.

"What kind of mixture is this?" Chen Zhao picked up a bottle of mixture that had been made. This bottle of mixture was golden and looked quite beautiful.

"Golden mixture." Rouen Fasyben said: "This mixture is extracted from the blood of the feathered snake god. After drinking it, a layer of substance similar to gold will form on the surface of the human skin, which has extremely strong physical resistance and magic resistance."

Chen Zhao drank it directly, but then Chen Zhao felt that the mixture was decomposed in his body.

"President, this thing is useless to you."

"Okay." Chen Zhao had long expected this.

"President, do you remember what I told you last time."

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhao forgot a little.

"It's just that I want to recruit an apprentice."

"Oh, what's going on, is anyone choosing?"

"There is a candidate, but that person is not easy to recruit."

"What's wrong? Is he asking for high demands? Or is his identity special?"

"He is a psychic from a declining family. He still retains aristocratic attitude and habits, but he has no talent." Rouen Fasyben said: "He asked for treatment higher than everyone in our association. Secondly, he did not want to leave his residence. He said that he was used to the surrounding environment and would not respond to any of our actions and calls. Secondly, he asked us to provide him with a large amount of magic materials every month, and at the same time he could not interfere with his alchemy experiments, and he could not ask him to make magic props outside the plan. He only made magic props he wanted to make."

The more Chen Zhao heard, the more he frowned: "Are you sure you are looking for an apprentice? Not looking for grandpa?"
Chapter completed!