Returning From Level 900

166 It Can't Be That Strong

Seeing the other party's appearance, Gu Jianbing didn't say any more.

He got up and looked around the whole office, surrounded by people who were either indifferent or gloating.

He sighed deeply, his eyes dimmed.

Pushing aside the chair, he walked out of the office door.

In the corridor outside the door stood a young man of about ten years old.

Seeing the old man go out, he quickly reached out to help him, and said in his mouth, "Grandpa Gu, no matter what my dad says, he is always angry, don't take it to heart!"

Gu Jianbing turned his head and looked at the young man suspiciously.

It took me a long time to remember who this person was in front of me.

Touching his head lovingly, he sighed: "Good boy, goodbye."

The young man was shocked and hurriedly asked: "What goodbye? Where are you going, Grandpa Gu?"

The old man did not answer.

Looking back at the closed office door, he moved forward a little along the corridor handrail.

The bottom of his hand seemed to be reluctantly stroking the wall.

It's like stroking your own child's shoulders.

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

. . .

Captain Ho swears.

He must have eaten **** today before he agreed to come to this game.

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

Missiles!

Is he a missile? !

Who fired the missile?

Who are you going to destroy?

Eliminate the boss of the third consortium?

The world is going to be in chaos! !

All the personal experiences I saw and heard today made Captain He completely in a state of semi-madness.

The appearance of the missile is exaggerated enough, but it was actually blocked by someone? ? ? ? ?

Captain He pulled Zhang Wei, who was also fascinated, and asked with red eyes, "How many floors did you tell me about Captain Wang before eating?"

Zhang Wei looked up at him in a daze: "Before, when they met us, they really said it was a hundred floors."

Captain He asked again, "Then how many floors did they say when they just ate?"

Zhang Wei shook his head, which was stunned by the missile, and tried to recall: "It seems to say that he rushed to the 300th floor."

"Liar!" Captain He yelled frantically, "He definitely lied to you!!"

"Ah?" Zhang Wei looked at him in a trance.

Captain He blushed and panted heavily.

Grinning his teeth and dancing, he punched the air for a long time.

Looking at Wang Wen who was carried and held in the distance from a distance.

Tears flowed suddenly.

Turning his head to Zhang Wei, he choked and said, "He's lying... Three hundred floors... It can't be that strong."

Zhang Wei asked in confusion, "Then how many layers do you think he should be?"

Captain He was shocked.

A storm surged in my heart.

yes.

If not three hundred floors, how many floors should the person be?

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

Not only know that 499 on the bright side of human beings is not the real limit.

I also know that there are 500 or even 600 layers of terrifying creatures under the hands of the top-ranked large consortiums.

How many layers?

How many layers should someone who is hard against missiles have?

The 400-story Half-Step Earth Immortal can block bullets the most, and even a rocket launcher or a slightly larger-caliber anti-equipment is estimated to be mysterious.

Those 500-story land immortals who heard stories in the intelligence are not afraid of rocket launchers, but they have never heard of the legend of being able to resist missiles.

Six hundred floors. .

He can't get in touch.

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

That means, that man has at least 600 layers of strength!

Six hundred floors! !

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

He was only 300 layers away, and he had already experienced countless beauty in the world.

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

What would be a view that is even more beautiful than countless beautiful things?

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

Play hide-and-seek with multiple beauties in the same bed?

That kind of game he has been able to achieve now.

It's just a matter of how many.

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 stomped his feet.

He left the younger brother beside him, and Zhang Wei.

Going forward, he crossed the wall of people and came to Wang Wen's side.

He cried out with grief on his face: "Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad! Open your eyes and see your filial and well-behaved son, Dad!"

Wang Wen looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking about having such an old son in his life?

It looks a little familiar.

This is how to do?

Can't remember who the **** is the kid.

Are you going to be exposed?

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

What I thought in my mind was: No! There are still a lot of people who can't beat me now, and there are **** who shoot me with missiles. The identity of the 900th floor must not be revealed, or they should be silenced.

He endured the feeling of exhaustion and complete overload, closed his eyes and began to quietly gather his spiritual power.

As soon as he used his mental power, his brain suddenly stinged, and blood flowed from his nostrils.

The people around were frightened, and they wiped blood and ice in a mess.

Mi Lai, who was supported by someone next to him, came to see this, and said with the most authority: "Hard resistance to missiles consumes a lot of mental energy and needs a good rest. Try not to let people disturb him."

Mo Ran stood up.

Bulging veins on forehead.

He grabbed Captain He's neck and asked around, "Who knows this person? Kill him if he doesn't claim it."

Captain He almost urinated again.

He kept begging for mercy: "My boss, I'm my own person who ate together in the box today! I'm deeply impressed by Captain Wang's heroic appearance, and I want to be by his side for the rest of my life, pouring tea and water as a son. I can do it even as an apprentice, I just want a chance, Boss!"

Mo Ran turned a deaf ear.

Seeing no one claimed, the hands really began to tighten.

Zhu Xingguo, who had been bending over to take care of Wang Wen, was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "apprentice", then got up and said to Mo Ran, "Group Leader Mo, I remember this person, he is not a friend, he was just one when we ate together before. He mocked Master vigorously, and when you hung up the phone and came here, he also said that you were not polite and casually entered the dining room of others. The two people who shouted for you to get out as soon as you entered the door were his subordinates. ."

Like an honest old scalper, Zhu Xingguo said a long speech.

With every more sentence, Captain He's face turned pale.

After he finished speaking, his face was completely bloodless, and his crotch was wet.

But Mo Ran unexpectedly loosened his neck after listening to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

Just under the watchful eyes of everyone.

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

Captain He was so frightened that his hair stood upside down.

Sitting on the ground and rubbing back in horror: "Grandpa, I was wrong, is it too late to apologize now? I know very well, no matter how you want me to apologize, it's fine, I'm eighteen. All martial arts are proficient!"

Mo Ran didn't give him a chance.

It happened that after seeing the explosion of the missile, the anger had accumulated in my heart and there was nowhere to vent it, and it would be better if someone sent it to the door as a punching bag.

The black [Thunder Fury Finger Tiger] burst out with blue-white arcs, reflecting Captain He's face to be blue, white, hidden, bright, and dark. In short, there is no color that belongs to him.