Nightmare Attack

From left to right, Jiang Cheng's gaze suddenly became more subtle as he slowly swept across several people in front of him until the last woman.

The woman looks young, and her dress tends to be light-skinned. The apricot top is matched with a green skirt, revealing a touch of playfulness in her elegance.

There is a light makeup on his face, like a young man who has just stepped out of school and entered the workplace.

There is still the immortality that can't fade away on his body.

The woman was very quiet, her light chestnut eyes gave a weak and non-aggressive illusion.

Yes, it is an illusion.

Because Jiang Cheng could clearly feel the hostility hidden in these eyes.

Almost pierced him.

Jiang Cheng didn't expect to meet acquaintances here.

Chen Xiaomeng.

It is also the innocent girl dressed up as a middle school student for the first mission.

After a little contact between the two of them, they moved away without a trace.

With the addition of new teammates, the atmosphere in the private room instantly became subtle. No one spoke for a while, and everyone was silently observing.

"It seems that we are lucky," an elegant man of about 40 years old looked around and then smiled and said with a calm and strong voice, "Everyone is calm. There is no newcomer this time, it should be easier."

When Jiang Cheng came, he noticed this man, with a handsome face, a decent dress, a tall and tall figure, embellished with thin silver-frame glasses, and he was very conspicuous among a group of people.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly and said that his last mission was to team up with three or four newcomers. When he first entered the mission, two newcomers were unwilling to accept the reality and fought because of pressure.

As a result, the disturbance was so loud that it attracted the police, which almost delayed the normal unfolding of the plot.

"During the mission... there will be policemen showing up?"

It was a woman who spoke. She was very cautious. She was dressed relatively ordinary. She was about 35 years old, and her maintenance was average.

Look carefully, there are still light crow's feet in the corners of the eyes.

The man seemed to have guessed the woman's mind. He glanced at the latter and smiled: "Although they are police officers, they will not directly intervene in our plot and provide limited help."

Hearing that, the light that ignited in the woman's eyes slowly went out again.

It seems...it doesn't work to solve the case and clear customs with the help of the police alone.

"How long have you been here?" Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

"I arrived about 10 minutes ago," the fat man at the chicken nest was the first to speak. He watched everyone look at him, his tone weakened unconsciously, and whispered, "I opened the door and it appeared. Here it is."

"This refers to..."

"It's this private room," he pursed his lips, pointed to a leftover shoe print on the table, and said embarrassingly: "I stepped out and stood on the table."

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng's lips moved, and he couldn't help but think of his own fat man.

Could it be...what's the deal between Nightmare and Fatty?

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense why the fat player's spawn point is so good every time. The last mission Fatty also stood directly on the table on the third floor of the cafe, facing the school.

And this nightmare was even more for him, and he was actually born in the toilet.

"What about you?" Jiang Cheng, unwilling to give up, looked at the others.

The answers are varied.

Some are in the kitchen, beside the pot with braised pork, some are on the bed in the room upstairs, but more people are still born in private rooms, but they are not as straightforward as the fat man in the chicken nest.

"Brother," The Fatty Jiwotou seemed to have suddenly reacted with a glance, "You are the only one who was born in the toilet."

Jiang Cheng leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair covered with cloth, and said with a grin: "It's okay," then he continued in an accented tone: "Aren't you born on the table?"

Jiwotou looked at him suspiciously.

"I have a fat friend who was also born on the table," Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said, "Just in the last mission."

The head of the chicken coop was stunned for a moment, and he hesitated for a moment, "Well...then what?"

"Forget it," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, and suddenly became serious. "It's important to pass the task first. I'm still waiting to go back to visit my friend. He is the first seven on Saturday."

Fatty Chicken Cootou: "???"

Although the elegant man brought the topic back to the right track in time, the Fatty Jiwotou seemed to be somewhat autistic.

According to the elegant men, they are in a town called Anping.

The town is small, and even in this era, it is a very backward existence.

This hostel is the only hostel in the town. It looks large, but it actually has three floors in total.

They are currently on the first floor, a hotel operated by the hostel.

The second and third floors are the places for travelers to stay.

After saying this, he explained the source of the news again. He did not leave the hotel, but revealed it to himself when he was chatting with the guests and the owner of the hotel.

"It seems that this is where our mission is going," Chen Xiaomeng was very calm, very different from her in the first mission.

"Ah......"

There was a chuckle that was full of irony.

Then, a coquettish woman's voice came out slowly: "That can't be said~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Based on the current situation, do you dare to say such a thing, is it too long?"

Jiang Cheng followed the sound and saw a woman with an enchanting figure leaning on the back of the chair, and the brilliance in the woman's eyes flowed, like a charming snake.

Chen Xiaomeng was about to refute--

"Don't say a few words," the elegant man's face showed a trace of distress.

Jiang Cheng knew it well, no wonder that as soon as he appeared, the man talked about the disharmony of the team during the last mission, which affected the plot process.

It turned out that these two women were beating secretly.

Judging from the current smell of gunpowder, the two might have had a dispute before they came.

"Now the situation is unknown, don't mess around," the elegant man said half-paced and half-beaten.

He is more similar to Fan Li in the first book in terms of leadership, but he is obviously better than the latter in his handiness.

After he said this, the enchanting woman and Chen Xiaomeng really shut up.

This made Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"Now, please tell me about yourself," the elegant man said. "Name, occupation, and the direction or skill he is good at," he paused and added: "This is very important."

Then he set an example and said to everyone: "My name is Zhou Rong, and I am the vice president of Qiancheng International Group. I am good at big data analysis."

He didn't give others a chance to refuse, and immediately looked at the next person next to him.

He was a thin middle-aged man, dressed more formal, but he couldn't hide his fatigue in his small eyes. He couldn't bear Zhou Rong's gaze, and quickly replied: "My name is Jiang Zhongyi, yes... I am an intern pastor, good at..."

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