Ahem, you guys are right. This book is a policeman or not a reporter. Someone may have seen me sending me a leave note for review in the morning, but I didn’t need to write it afterwards, so I deleted the leave note again.

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A group of people were having a meeting in a secret building in Salt Lake City, USA, across the Pacific Ocean.

The reason why this is a secret building is because it exists underground, and the exit on the ground is open in a small distribution station.

In the conference room of the building, there were a total of seventeen people, sixteen people sitting on both sides of the long table, and an old man sitting on the upper head.

"Garlandi has tested the Japanese monster thief Kid, without any threat, but he seems to be targeted by a certain force, so who will take over Gaarlandi to get rid of the monster thief Kid?" said the old man, pure English in the suburbs of Mexico.

The sixteen people below were speechless and seemed unwilling to take on this task...

"Remcy?" The old man began to call.

"Uh... there is no suitable person for my surveillance task, I am doing it myself." The young man named Renci refused.

The old man rolled his eyes, maybe he turned it up because the light was very dark and he couldn't see his eyes.

"Airust?"

"That... I just finished my last task and I want to take a rest." A strong man smiled dryly and refused.

"Drence?"

“Eravia?”

"Chelkosky?"

The old man pointed one name after another, but everyone refused.

"You wouldn't let me, the old man, go there in person, right?" the old man said angrily.

"Boss, you know, the pervert also ran to Japan, and Galandi might have been targeted by him." A young man named Milanli said helplessly.

"Boss, you haven't asked that Chinese monkey yet." Derence signaled the seventeenth person sitting in the corner with his chin, a figure wearing a purple cloak with an invisible face.

The word Chinese monkey is very ugly, but the man in purple doesn't seem to hear it, and he doesn't respond when he sits in his seat.

"Riccardo, what do you think?" The old man glanced at the man in purple and called out a rap-talking name in awkward manner.

"Ah? What?" The man in purple shook his body, as if he had just woken up.

All of them were asleep just now? Everyone had a cold sweat on their heads.

"I said, are you willing to complete the task of killing Kidd, a monster thief." The old man squeezed out one after another.

"Old man, can you change the language? I learned English very poorly...even Russian." Ricardo, purple-styled, touched his head and responded to the old man's suburban Mexican English in Chinese. His voice sounded like a forty-year-old lady.

"I just said, "Are you willing to kill the monster thief Kid?" The old man swears in Peruvian words.

"What? The monster thief Kid?" Ricardo's voice turned into the voice of a high school boy again, and he asked in surprise: "Is it a magic monster thief wearing a white dress and a single lens?"

"You were sleeping in the last meeting?" Before the old man could speak, Renci almost overturned the table.

"Okay, OK, leave the task to me. I'll prepare it now, Sayunara~" Ricardo's voice turned into a five-year-old child again, and he laughed and left the conference room.

"Hey! Oops!" Drens snorted, then suddenly disappeared below the table. He looked back and saw, "When did my stool have a leg missing?"

"When you talk about monkeys," the old man said calmly. Drens's ability is very strong, but he is too arrogant, so he can also let Ricardo kill him.

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PS: The cruise ship exploded almost the same.

PSS: Don't care about Ricardo, cannon fodder.
Chapter completed!