Ark of the Immortal

The joy of Greyhound's smile soon turned into a hint of bitterness, and then quickly widened.

You... why are you asking this? This is a bit difficult. Can you change it to another one?

When the undead man saw Greyhound's appearance, he nodded and spoke.

The Southern Expeditionary Army, why, we need to choose.

...

Greyhound scratched his head, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and held it in his mouth.

The expression on his face was that of mourning.

I said, Brother Undead, why are you asking these questions?

I want to know.

The Immortal didn't say the reason, he just added, and then pointed to the card in his hand.

Password, do you want it?

Greyhound was holding the card in his hand. He struggled for a while. The hand holding the card tightened and loosened, going back and forth several times.

Then he took a deep drag on the cigarette and exhaled it slowly.

If you don't tell me why you need to know this, I won't answer you, and I don't want the money.

Even when Greyhound said this, his body slowly sat up straight, and the muscles in his body tensed up, ready to explode at any time.

These small actions are of course invisible to the eyes of the undead, but the undead have read other meanings.

Get ready, take action.

The moment the undead man said these words, the gray dog ​​in front of him started to move.

His body was as close to the immortal as a ghost, and his hands reached towards the immortal's right chest, shoulders, and face, hoping to give the immortal a harsh blow at the first opportunity.

But how can he fight against the undead?

Even with bare hands, the undead can easily knock down his enemies.

Before Greyhound had time to react, his arms were grabbed by the undead who arrived first. Then a huge force came along his arms, and his whole body was lifted up, and then he was hit hard. Hit the ground.

boom!

A circle of cracks was created on the stone ground, and Greyhound couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock. But he soon understood what he should do now.

The bank card in Greyhound's hand was used as a blade by him, and he threw it out with a special technique, hitting the undead man's face.

The immortal man turned his head to avoid the bank card without blinking an eye.

The bank card was really inserted into the wooden beam like a blade, which shows the exquisite strength and technique.

The undead man kicked Greyhound in the head again, kicking him hard on the side.

Then he reached out, grabbed the greyhound's neck and lifted him up.

Greyhounds are not very tall, but they are about 1.7 meters tall.

When he was lifted up by the undead, his feet were off the ground, his head was dizzy, and blood was even flowing from the side of his head.

You are not, Rhode Island, operator.

Bah! You fucking are not...

Gray Dog was in a coma and spit out the blood in his mouth. His eyes stared at the undead fiercely.

A spy, right? You can get information from me by just picking a name? Do you really think that just because you have Casimir's bank card, you are treating yourself as a battle knight?

His current appearance is no longer as decadent as before. Even though he was restrained by the undead, with life and death in his hands, the gray dog ​​remained unmoved, his aura showing off his sharp edge.

When the immortal man saw Greyhound like this, he was not in a hurry to take action and asked.

How do you know that I am not from Rhode Island?

The members of Rhode Island who can enter the Yan Kingdom are all elite operators. Let's not talk about that. The undead are elite operators of Rhode Island? Even if you use your brain, you will think that this is false.

While Greyhound was scolding, he kept kicking the undead man's chest with his legs, trying to break free, but he couldn't kick at all.

Is his grandma's from Victoria or from Casimir? Let me guess, it's neither. Seeing that you don't dare to meet people, are you afraid that you are not a mercenary from Kazdaele? Hehe...

At this time, it seemed that the two of them were making too much noise, and there was a knock on the door.

There was also a female voice with a slightly older voice, but could not hide her anger.

It's late at night! Don't let anyone sleep! If you want to fight, go outside and fight! The roof of the house is clanging and clanking, it's so noisy!

Greyhound's expression changed, and he seemed to recognize the owner of the voice outside.

The undead man also turned his head to take a look, and he turned back to look at the greyhound.

you know?

Greyhound's lips moved twice, and the anger on his face suddenly melted away, turning into a flattering smile in the blink of an eye.

He's a neighbor, it has nothing to do with us, do you think?

boom!

The Greyhound's body fell to the ground, and the undead man let go of his hand.

I am from Rhode Island.

The undead man looked at Greyhound.

Go, solve it, come back and talk slowly.

The gray dog ​​got up from the ground with a disgusting and flattering face, and then went to open the door.

The immortal heard Greyhound admitting his mistake to the old woman at the door.

It must have been dark, and the old woman didn't see the blood on the greyhound's head clearly, so she just complained a few more times.

Then he asked if he had eaten yet.

The gray dog ​​quickly dealt with it and ate, and then he dealt with the old woman.

When the door closed again, Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned to the room and looked at the undead man sitting motionless on the bench.

I am an immortal.

The undead threw the card in his hand to the greyhound.

Greyhound hurriedly caught it in his hand and heard the undead man say.

You have the machine, you can verify it.

The operator's card is anti-counterfeiting, and each Rhode Island station has a special scanning machine that can scan the card's authenticity.

As long as Greyhound scans it with a machine, he will know whether what the undead man said is true or false.

Ah...machine.

Greyhound's voice trailed off again, his face covered with dust and scars filled with embarrassment.

He spoke a little timidly.

I took it apart and sold it.

...

The Immortal suddenly felt that coming to Shang Shu's Rhode Island station seemed to be a wrong choice.

271. Okay! Brother!

I tore it down and sold it.

After Greyhound said these words, he obviously saw the undead man's fist tightening. He quickly covered his head, squatted in the corner, and shouted loudly.

No! Listen to my explanation! I didn't mean to sell it! This place also has rent. It's impossible for Dayan to let Rhode Island use a lot for free. And this place is still a commercial street near Binjiang Road. You are here Can you see a night market sometime? It’s quite lively around here! The rent must be not cheap!”

The Immortal just heard what he said. Rhodes Island hadn't contacted him for two years, but he didn't expect this man to live in such a miserable state.

Greyhound continued.

In the past two years, my savings have been completely depleted. My salary is gone and I am still paying back! If I hadn't really run out of money, I wouldn't have sold this thing!

Greyhound was also very aggrieved, having stayed in a foreign country for three years. Although the people in Dayan are good, his job is to maintain the Rhode Island branch in Shang Shu. Not only did he lose contact with the headquarters two years ago, he was also alone.

Firstly, there is no activity fund, and secondly, even all my own money has been squandered, and I still owe a lot of debt. If we don't clean up some of the facilities and things we brought over, I'm afraid this place would have been taken back by Dayan officials long ago.

He doesn't want to sell things, he doesn't even have enough to eat, let alone carry out information collection activities.

As a diplomatic-related personnel, Greyhound can be said to have fulfilled its duties.

Look! I haven't contacted the headquarters in the past two years, and I have two or three spies from other countries who want to come to Rhode Island to get information. I threw all my money in, and I didn't even think about running away. , I’m not a young kid, am I?”

Seeing that the undead man had not made a move, Greyhound slowly relaxed his vigilance, stood up from the corner, found a bench and sat on it.

I didn't expect anyone to come during this time of the Spring Festival. What's the situation at the headquarters now? Why do you have the energy to send people inside Dayan?

As Greyhound said this, he stood up from his seat, stood on the table, and took down the card from the beam.

This is the bank card of the Immortal Man. He put the bank card on the table and took the Immortal Man's employee card in his hand.

He looked at the card carefully. Every inch of workmanship and member IDs gradually convinced him that the operator in front of him, called the Immortal, was from Rhode Island.

The Immortal was really a little bit embarrassed when he first heard that he had even bought an identity authentication machine.

But after listening to his explanation, I slowly understood why Greyhound did what he did.

That machine is a standard connector that every Rhode Island branch will be equipped with.

It has the function of directly connecting to Rhode Island and the function of confirming whether the employee's ID card is fake.

They had lost contact with the headquarters, and there were still no operators from the family heading to Dayan. In desperation, Greyhound dismantled the machine and sold it, which makes sense.

Rhode Island is developing well.

The undead man looked at Greyhound looking a little confused, and he tried to speak calmly.

It's an opportunity, but it's also a danger.

Greyhound scratched his head. He put the undead employee card in his hand on the table and pushed it to the undead man.

Then he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit the cigarette.

I don’t know where he can smoke if he doesn’t have money to eat.

It's going well...then why can't I get in touch with you?

Greyhound was a little troubled, and he didn't understand why he had lost contact with the Rhode Island headquarters.

Dayan does not reject outsiders, but he is very wary of outsiders. If Greyhound leaves Shang Shu, the empty house will definitely be investigated, and the traces of his earlier work in Dayan will also be discovered.

So he couldn't escape at all.

But, brother.

Greyhound put this question aside for the time being. He thought about it for two years and still couldn't figure it out. It couldn't be solved at this moment.

He stared at the undead man and asked his own question.

Are you really, the immortal, the war knight?

yes.

The undead man nodded and admitted his identity calmly.

Greyhound asked again.

He also fell in love with the thief Rhode Island... No, entered the organization?

yes.

Greyhound still cares about the identity of the undead.

But since he can't defeat the undead now, the undead is willing to talk to Greyhound calmly.

After Greyhound carefully inspected the workmanship and materials used on the employee card, he determined that it was in Rhode Island style.

So why not give the undead some credit?

Hey, no wonder your skills are so awesome, so fierce!