Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 291: Set off with the Tool Man
"Roger that, Pilot."
After Qiao Ji finished giving the orders here, he immediately left the training ground. Possessed by the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe, he headed to the triangle area to look for his tool man.
His sudden appearance startled Jin Laobiao who was counting the spoils.
Many mercenaries were also startled and immediately pointed their guns at him.
Wu Xinfeng on the side quickly shouted: "Put it down! Put down your weapons , this is our leader, the Black Emperor!"
Then, he shouted several times in other languages. It seemed that the mercenaries were of mixed composition, with people from several countries.
Qiao Ji looked around the place. It looked like it had just experienced a small war.
And judging from the traces of battle and the location of the corpses, the attack was very clean and efficient, and the people here were dealt with before they could put up much resistance.
At present, Wu Xinfeng and his men have taken control of the place and are cleaning up the battlefield and collecting spoils. Jin Laobiao is registering with a pen and paper, and the prisoners are also being held in custody.
It looked like they had a good harvest tonight, seizing a large number of guns and even bazookas.
After hearing Wu Xinfeng's explanation, the mercenaries immediately put down their guns and looked at Qiao Ji, the Black Emperor Jack Cooper who had recently become internationally famous, with surprise, fear, curiosity and other emotions in their eyes.
"In the Jian Gu Society, there is a chief priest of death who is unwilling to obey me and has surrendered to the undead." Qiao Ji said.
Those who do not understand Chinese listen to their companions translating for them.
"This man should have been killed long ago!" Jin Laobiao immediately responded.
He heard that the High Priest of Death was unwilling to obey, which meant that he had to kill him. After all, they had a grudge against each other last time, and now he was still unwilling to surrender and apologize, so he had to be killed without any discussion.
Wu Xinfeng grasped another key point, "He joined the Undead? Could it be that time in Philadelphia..."
"That's right. He should have established a connection with me last time. Now he doesn't take me seriously. In order to prevent him from being desperate and summoning a large number of undead to support him, I plan to kill him now to prevent future troubles!"
Wu Xinfeng and some mercenaries all looked stern.
This high priest of death colluded with the undead from other worlds and betrayed the human beings on Earth. Last time, he caused hundreds of thousands of casualties in Philadelphia. He really deserves to be killed!
"Have you cleared out a new faction? Well done. The rest of you stay here to guard. Jin Laobiao, you come with me."
The main thing is that Jin Laobiao is needed to collect the seeds of jealousy. If it is just a battle, Qiao Ji will not take him with him.
"Master Priest, are we just the two of us?" To be honest, Jin Laobiao didn't want to go because it was too dangerous.
"Master Priest, why don't you bring more people with you? These new recruits are all top-notch talents." Wu Xinfeng also suggested.
Of course, he wanted to actively participate in such an important event and obtain first-hand information.
But it was obvious that the current situation did not allow him to go. He had just captured a territory and needed someone to stay behind to take care of it.
Therefore, he wanted to recommend his companions to go, so that they could easily obtain first-hand information and see what the situation was on the side of the High Priest of Death. They didn't know much about the High Priest of Death now.
The mercenaries with oil paint on their faces did not speak. They had just arrived and had no say, so they could only listen to Wu Xinfeng's arrangements.
But Qiao Ji certainly wouldn't let them go together, "If you go, I'll have to protect a few more people, it's not necessary."
Wu Xinfeng: “…”
Well, he was helpless after he said that, because their boss was too powerful, and if they brought more people with them and encountered any emergency, they would really need Boss Qiao to protect them.
Bringing Jin Laobiao along was purely a tool to collect the seeds of jealousy, and Jin Laobiao also felt some sense of security from these words.
Yes, our own chief priest, no, our own president is so powerful, what should I worry about?
After the president had killed all the people, he would read the memories of the survivors and collect the seeds of jealousy from the corpses. He did not hate touching the corpses. On the contrary, he liked the feeling of harvest very much and it was addictive.
Overall, it's an easy job, just like before.
"Xiao Feng, help me continue the statistics."
Jin Laobiao handed the pen and notebook in his hand to Wu Xinfeng, and he counted the belongings very carefully.
"Let's go."
Qiao Ji grabbed Jin Laobiao and teleported away.
Wu Xinfeng had no choice; he couldn't interfere with Qiao Ji's decision.
"It seems that we have no part in beating and raping people, so let's clean up quickly."
Some mercenaries who just heard of the name of the Black Emperor and made a living by doing so didn't think much of it. It was just one less chance to risk their lives, which was considered a good thing.
But for Wu Xinfeng and his gang who were lurking undercover, it was a missed opportunity, especially since this time it was related to the Death High Priest, a human traitor who could communicate with the undead. Maybe they could even find out the situation of the undead, so they couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that they failed to go.
Teleporting instantly, Qiao Ji and Jin Lao Biao appeared at the edge of the coastal town.
Jin Laobiao had already put on a green mask with animal patterns and was walking behind Qiao Ji.
There were more than two hundred fully armed people in the town, and the guards at the door held guns in their hands, pointing them at the newcomers, and speaking a small language. Qiao Ji couldn't understand it and didn't intend to understand it.
"I'm going to kill the Earth-level mutants. You deal with these small fry. Move quickly."
"Yes, please rest assured!"
boom--
Qiao Ji rushed into the town like a red cannonball. Obstacles such as sandbags on the road were knocked away, and houses were smashed, leaving only rumbling sounds and thunder.
The air currents along the way blew away things, leaving only some people lying on the ground wailing in front of Jin Laobiao, some of whom were buried under buildings.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
This is what a strong man is. Just passing by, these small characters suffered heavy casualties.
He walked forward, his mental detection ability activated, and he named them with his gun. He took out the seeds of jealousy from the corpses and began the cleanup work.
In the center of the town, the cloaked skeleton who was talking to the High Priest of Death suddenly sensed the impending attack.
Black mist poured out from under his cloak, forming a five-meter-high and more than one-meter-thick wall of bones in front of him, like a huge rib suddenly extending from the ground and turning into a shield.
But in an instant, the ribs exploded, and a blood-covered fist smashed the bone wall and grabbed his cervical vertebrae.
With a click, he twisted off his strange skull, and then kicked the headless skeleton away.
A violent airflow followed, blowing away the two people behind the High Priest of Death, but the High Priest of Death was still able to stand in his place.
By the time they reacted, Qiao Ji, wearing the soul-devouring blood-stained robe, was already holding the skull of the underworld messenger.
The guests they invited broke in so forcefully and extended their cordial and friendly condolences to the host.
