Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 166 It can’t be that strong

Seeing the other party's appearance, Furu Jianbing said no more.

I stood up and looked around the entire office. I was surrounded by people with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks who were either indifferent or gloating about their misfortune.

He let out a long sigh, his eyes dim.

Push the chair away and walk out of the office door.

There was a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old standing in the corridor outside the door.

When he saw the old man going out, he hurriedly greeted him, stretched out his hand to help him, and said, Grandpa Gu, no matter what my dad said, he always said it in anger, so don't take it to heart!

Gu Jianbing turned to look at the young man in confusion.

It took me a long time to think about who the person in front of me was.

She patted his head lovingly and sighed: Goodbye, good boy.

The young man was shocked and hurriedly asked: Goodbye? Grandpa Gu, where are you going?

The old man didn't answer.

He looked back at the closed office door and moved forward a little along the corridor handrail.

The bottom of his hand seemed to be caressing the wall with great reluctance.

It's like touching your child's shoulder and back.

The young man who was gently pushed away looked at the old man walking further and further away with a sad expression.

. . .

Captain He swears.

He must have eaten shit today to be so hot-headed that he agreed to come to this game.

Otherwise, how could we fall into such a terrifying vortex?

Missiles!

Then he is a missile! !

Who launched the missile?

Who are you going to eliminate?

Eliminate the third consortium boss?

The world is going to be in chaos! !

All the personal experiences he saw and heard today made Captain He completely in a semi-crazy state.

The appearance of the missile was an exaggeration enough, but it was actually blocked by someone? ? ? ? ?

Captain He pulled Zhang Wei, who was also fascinated, and asked with red eyes: Before dinner, how many layers does Captain Wang have?

Zhang Wei looked up at him in confusion: When we met before, they themselves said it was indeed a hundred levels.

Captain He asked again: How many layers did they say they were in when we just had dinner?

Zhang Wei shook his head, which was stunned by the missile, and tried to remember: It seems to have reached the 300th floor...

Liar! Captain He yelled crazily: He is definitely lying to you!!

Ah? Zhang Wei looked at him in a daze.

Captain He blushed and gasped heavily.

Gritting his teeth, dancing and punching the air for a long time.

Looking at Wang Wen being carried and held in the distance.

Tears suddenly burst out.

He turned to Zhang Wei and choked up: He's lying... Level 300... He can't be that strong.

Zhang Wei asked in confusion: Then what level do you think he should be?

Captain He's body trembled.

There was a storm in my heart.

yes.

If it's not three hundred levels, how many levels should a person be?

As a member of the elite team of a medium-sized consortium, Captain He has much more knowledge than ordinary low-level tower climbers.

Not only do you know that 499 on the surface of human beings is not the real limit.

We also know that the large consortiums at the top have five or even six hundred levels of terrifying creatures under their control.

How many layers?

How many layers should a person with hard resistance to missiles have?

A 400-level Half-Step Earth Immortal can block most bullets, and even a rocket launcher or slightly larger caliber anti-equipment is probably blocked.

The five-hundred-level land gods who were told stories in the intelligence were no longer afraid of rocket launchers, but they had never heard of legends about being able to withstand missiles.

Six hundred floors. .

He is out of reach.

There are not many specific records in the group's intelligence.

That means that that man has at least six hundred levels of strength!

Six hundred floors! !

Captain He wanted to shout a curse word with all his strength.

He is only at level 300 and has already experienced countless beauties in the world.

What will the scenery be like on the 600th floor?

What would be a more beautiful scene than countless beautiful things?

Captain He found that even if he racked his brains to imagine, he couldn't come up with that kind of picture.

Do you want to play hide and seek with multiple beauties in bed?

He can now realize that kind of game.

It’s just a matter of quantity.

What's more fun?

He couldn't figure it out.

So he was very curious.

Extremely curious.

Crazy curious!

So he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

He left behind his younger brother and Zhang Wei.

Go forward and cross the numerous human walls to come to Wang Wen's side.

He shouted with grief on his face: Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad! Open your eyes and look at your filial and well-behaved son, Dad!

Wang Wen looked at him doubtfully, as if thinking about whether he had such a big son in his life.

It looks a bit familiar.

This is how to do?

I don’t remember who the mother of the child is.

Is the secret about to be exposed?

Thinking of this, Wang Wei's eyes gradually softened, looking at Captain He as if he was really looking at his own son.

What I was thinking was: No! There are still many people who cannot be defeated, and there are still bastards who use missiles to bombard me. The identity of the 900th level must not be exposed, or else it is best to silence them.

He endured the feeling of depletion and overload, closed his eyes and began to quietly gather his mental energy.

As soon as he used his mental power, his brain felt a sharp pain, and blood flowed from his nostrils.

The people around were frightened, and their foreheads were covered in blood and ice.

Mi Lailai, who was being supported by someone next to him, saw this and spoke with the most authority: His mental energy is greatly consumed by the hard-to-resist missile. He needs a good rest. Try not to be disturbed by others.

Mo Ran stood up.

The veins on my forehead are bulging.

He grabbed Captain He's neck and asked around, Who knows this man? If no one claims it, he will be killed.

Captain He almost peed again.

He repeatedly begged for mercy: Boss, I am one of my own, and I am the one who ate with me in the box today! I was deeply impressed when I saw Captain Wang's heroic appearance. I want to follow him in front of him, serve tea and drink water, and be his son all my life. I can be my apprentice, I just want a chance, boss!

Mo Ran turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that no one claimed it, my money really started to tighten.

Zhu Xingguo, who had been bending down to take care of Wang Wen next to him, was slightly startled when he heard the word apprentice. Then he stood up and said to Mo Ran: Team Leader Mo, I remember this person is not a friend. He was just a friend when we had dinner together before. He taunted the master vigorously, and when you hung up the phone and came over here, he also said that you were not polite and walked into other people's restaurants casually. The two people who shouted at you to get out as soon as you entered were his men. .

Zhu Xingguo, who looked like an honest old scalper, spoke for a long time.

With each additional sentence, Captain He's face paled.

By the time he finished speaking, his face was completely pale and his crotch was wet.

But Mo Ran listened to it all.

But unexpectedly she let go of his neck.

Under everyone's unclear gaze.

Mo Ran took out a pair of black gloves and slowly put them on, unable to cover up the killing intent bursting out of his eyes.

Captain He was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

He sat down on the ground and rubbed his back with horror on his face: Grandpas, I was wrong. Is it too late to apologize now? I know it very well. No matter how you want me to apologize, it's okay. I'm eighteen Proficient in all martial arts!

Mo Ran didn't give him a chance.

It just so happened that after seeing the missile explosion, I was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent. It would be perfect to have someone come to my door as a punching bag.

The black [Thunder Furious Tiger Finger] bloomed with a blue-white electric arc, which made Captain He's face turn blue and white, flicker and brighten and darken. In short, there was no color of his own.