The Demon Mercenary Group, in the world of mercenaries, ranks fifth, has been established for many years, has completed countless tasks, and has only taken over high-difficulty and high-reward tasks. The success rate is more than 90%. Even if it fails, it can basically escape unscathed. It is famous for its nearly perfect combat system and powerful individual combat capabilities.

In the urban sewer, near the museum, the sewer system has been completely closed. At this time, several people are transporting rocks and loess back and forth in a soil layer.

That afternoon, two gentle oriental men were now covered in mud and had a bit of embarrassment, but there was a hint of pride on their faces.

"Haha, I don't know which organization is so crazy and uses so much power to mobilize the defense force here just to harass and mobilize the surrounding areas. I really want to thank them. Without them, we would not have the chance to be so close to the 'miracle'." The man with a medium-sized figure who was splashing on his glasses said with a smile.

Another man next to him looked ordinary and had no surprises. Then the man in front said: "Yes, in 7 days, like the mouse in the sewer, we avoided the Chinese soldiers guarding the entire sewer system. The workload was not as good as the workload they had just evacuated, and we had 10 minutes of workload!"

There are people guarding the guards, but they are just afraid of alerting the enemy. On weekdays, one or two people have to carefully dig the underground near the museum booth above. Now, the staff outside have transferred more people and transferred the dozen soldiers guarding here, and the number of people has increased, the tools, speed has increased, and countless times have been increased.

The man squatted in front of the eyes, measured the distance with his hand, looked at the instrument in his hand, and smiled.

"There is a booth with 'miracle' on it. Come and dig it up a little bit!"

There was a storm outside, and the clouds were moving around in all directions. The museum in the center of the vortex was now considered the whole sh and the quietest place.

Lin Bohai had a little smile in his eyes.

One in front and one behind, an old man, leaning on a cane, and a hint of pride flashed through his eyes under his glasses. The middle-aged woman behind him, with her jewel-like jewel-like appearance as a nouveau riche, her fingers were unnaturally stretched out, and she was obviously very excited.
Chapter completed!