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It is well known that the Greyhound family valued alpha and despised omega. The eldest brother and the second brother disliked him since he was a child. Since the atwl exam, he has regarded Xiao Tun as the number one enemy. He planned this with his family and gland hunters behind his back. One-handed kidnapping.
As long as Xiao Tun's glands are lost, he will be useless to have children in the Lingti family.
"You killed the few gland hunters just now?" Bai Chunian stared at the road ahead and asked him teasingly.
Xiao Tun shook his head: "They brought me there and were going to take the glands there, but when you came in, they stopped and wanted to kill you first."
"and then?"
"You two gods were fighting, he..." Xiao Tun looked at Lan Bo, "he suddenly had a discharge. Those people stood on the iron frame and were electrocuted immediately. They put me on the insulating board for surgery, so I fine."
"Oh, you are lucky." Bai Chunian turned on the communicator and looked for Han Xingqian.
Han Xingqian: "I just detected that your mood swings are extremely violent. Did you go bungee jumping?"
Bai Chunian: "I'll be back here. I'm just as long-winded as an old mother. I'll give injections and injections, and I'll give it when I go back."
Han Xingqian: "Okay."
Bai Chunian: "By the way, Brother Han, I just picked up a little stray dog. In my car, the gland was injured. You can take a look."
"Glandular injury? Extent? Reason?"
"Hey, I'm driving, I'll let him tell you." Bai Chunian took off the communicator and handed it to Xiao Tun.
Xiao Tun held up the communicator and didn't know what to say.
A gentle voice came from the headset: "Hello, can you speak?"
Xiao Tun stammered unconsciously: "Well...Yes."
He heard the rustling of writing with a pen inside the communicator, and Han Xingqian asked, "How did you get injured, and what's your reaction now."
Xiao Tun's voice was getting softer and softer: "The knife edge...maybe two centimeters. On the way to take the gland...it is bleeding, it hurts a lot, um...not very painful."
"Okay, it doesn't sound too serious." Han Xingqian wrote down some conditions on a piece of paper, and then explained patiently, "Press the wound with a soft, clean cloth that you can get to stop the bleeding, then relax your body and don't use glands. The energy of the body deliberately supports the spirit, wait for Xiaobai to send you to me, I will handle it for you, you can keep the wound clean, don't be nervous, it is not a serious injury."
"Okay..." Xiao Tun listened attentively, the alpha's voice was warm and calm, perhaps related to her profession, and she was born with a kind of comforting power.
At the end of the call, Bai Chunian stretched out his hand to get his communicator back, but Xiao Tun did not return it. Bai Chunian looked back at him. The thing is still in his hand.
Chapter 70
After the car left, the abandoned factory returned to silence.
A small explosion in a seafood factory attracted media attention. The news spread early in the morning, and reporters came to the scene of the accident to report first-hand news. The employees in the factory were not affected, but some mercenaries died due to the explosion, and the goods were not affected. Undamaged, a cargo ship laden with seafood and canned food left the dock long before the explosion.
The police set up a cordon around the factory, and many people watching the lively came to watch. Fortunately, this is not a downtown area, and there are not many people.
An omega with tousled black semi-long curly hair squeezed in from the crowd, bloated and wearing a large hood, holding a small delicate notebook and a voice recorder in his hand.
He ran to an officer who was instructing the police to search and collect evidence, squinting his eyes and holding a notebook and asked, "Sir, do you have any guesses about the murderer who caused the explosion?"
The officer glanced at him: "Are you a reporter?"
The corners of the omega's eyes were very raised, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a curved line: "No no, I'm a writer, and I'm very curious about this case."
"Idlers don't come!" The officer really drove him away.
The writer is not annoyed either, and he avoids in a good-natured manner and wanders around. He picked up a glass sphere from the ground and looked at the light. The inside of the glass sphere was cloudy and seemed to be of poor quality.
"Ah, I found it." The writer happily held the glass ball for a circle, strolled leisurely in the crowd with his hands behind his back, walked into the abandoned factory building, walked around the iron frame, and found that the iron frame was under high pressure. Electric charred corpse.
"Ouch." He kicked the corpses that were beginning to smell bad, flipped over the iron frame with his right hand, and landed on the ground slowly and steadily, searching every corner carefully.
There was a shiny round bead stuck in the crack of the cement floor. The writer put his butt on the ground and picked it with his fingers. After a long time, he pulled out a black pearl with blue polarized light from the crack.
A flat and steady voice came from the micro communicator in the ear:
"Domino, did you find anything?"
The writer held a bead in each hand and held it up to the sunlight to observe, "Hey, you'll like it."
A pure black Bentley slowly stopped on the side of the road, the writer waved enthusiastically and ran over, got into the co-pilot and pulled the seat belt.
There was an alpha wearing a long black windbreaker in the driver's seat. His knuckled fingers rested on the leather sheath of the steering wheel, and his index finger wore a Kashmir sapphire ring. The rich blue color just matched his superior and delicate temperament.
The writer took off his hood, two thin tentacles stretched out from his unkempt curly hair, and the tentacles touched the black pearl in his hand.
"It is the most talked about 857 in the circle, the electric ghost." The writer closed his eyes and said, "The price of 857 has been smashed to 4.6 billion US dollars, but it can only be said that the market is priceless. , handed him over to the omega alliance, and according to the president's behavior, there is a high probability that he has reached a cooperation with 857, and it is impossible to make another move."
The black windbreaker alpha tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips and looked ahead: "What is the other one."
"This is amazing. But very few people know about it in the circle. Real good things are often ignored by businessmen who follow the trend." The writer's tentacles lightly touched the glass ball he picked up, and he closed his eyes and replied, " 9100, divine envoy. Why didn't we pick him up when he was at his worst, sir, reflect on your short-sightedness, haha."