"Come down!"

The car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. John turned off the engine, opened the car door, and smiled grinned on his face: "Brothers, see what I brought to you?"

"Oh! A gift from God!"

A few people walked from the old warehouse. They were all hippie-like, dyed with colorful hair, tattoos all around their necks and wrists, and wrists wearing all kinds of strange skull necklaces and rings. Their eyes were pitch black and deep sunken. They carried weapons such as baseball sticks and long water pipes, and surrounded them with malicious intentions.

"Come down, the yellow-skinned monkey in Zhongzhou!"

A young man with red hair pulled Fang Yuan off and then looked up and down with his gaze like slaughtering pigs and cows.

"Well, it's not bad... This time the 'piglet' is very healthy, and some buyers will like him!"

"Pull him down and lock him up first, of course, don't forget to scrape him first!"

"Tsk tsk... don't waste it before selling it!" Another white hippie with a little feminine temperament smiled, revealing a pair of pearls on her tongue, and a lewd light emitted from her eyes.

"Damn!"

Fang Yuan was shocked and his face turned cold: "I don't want to play with you anymore! Do you want to sell me here as a hard worker?"

He had heard that during the turmoil in Central China, many yellow people were fooled by the beautiful propaganda of the Golden Eagle Federation and smuggled in a mess, thinking that they had come to heaven, but in the end, they were sold again as piglets, or deprived of their personal freedom, and became the lowest-level laborers, which was worse than in Central China.

After all, the lucky ones can really make a fortune.

"No, no! Now no factory or railway mine is needed for Chinese labor. We have a better way! Is it... John the mouse?"

"Boss Boss Bond, snatched his luggage first, there should be a lot of money in it...They Chinese always like mice, like stuffing all kinds of supplies and cash into their nests!"

John smiled and looked at Fang Yuan again: "Yellow-skinned monkey, you are unfortunately in our hands. Boss Boss is right. Any part of your body, every kidney, liver, heart, blood... we will sell it for a good price."

"Organ black market?"

Fang Yuan frowned slightly. As a top Chinese doctor before, he was naturally familiar with the medical progress of other countries: "Has the medicine of the Golden Eagle Federation developed to this level?"

"No...no, there is another possibility!"

His eyes lit up, "Even if the medical technology is not up to standard, it is possible to completely eliminate the rejection reaction after transplantation..."

"What are you talking about?"

Bond's face changed, and he waved his hand with no time to think: "Catch him!"

A circle of little brothers immediately surrounded him, and one of them took out a switchblade like a demonstration.

"Okay, scumbags!"

Fang Yuan stretched out his body: "I don't know how many people you harmed before, but now I meet me, it's your misfortune!"

"asshole!"

A hippie gangster screamed, swung the baseball bat, and smashed Fang Yuan violently.

This kind of stick has smooth lines, and it is even more powerful and fierce when used to hit people.

Bang!

The stick stopped in the air and was steadily caught by a big hand.

Fang Yuan swung casually and an amazing scene appeared.

The gangster who refused to let go was thrown into a big circle with the baseball bat and fell to the ground, falling to the ground.

"Kill him!"

Bond screamed, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat and he kept retreating.

Fang Yuan’s performance just now has given him a bad association.

"drink!"

A fat pig-like man waved the water pipe in his hand and another hippie next to him flexibly circled the circle, and the dagger turned into a dancing silver light between them.

John the mouse turned his eyes, but did not step forward, and followed the boss and kept retreating.

Bang bang!

After two loud bangs, Fang Yuan rushed forward suddenly, grabbed the iron pipe, and sent the white fat pig to the side.

puff!

The switchblade in the hippie's hand pierced the big man's belly, and was hit by an iron rod, making his brain burst, and he saw that he was not alive.

"Shit! A superpower!"

Seeing Fang Yuan turn around, Bond and John no longer maintain a head-retreating posture, but turn around and run away.

Fang Yuan chased into the old warehouse, and when the water pipe was swung, John the mouse covered his thighs and fell to the ground screaming.

"Ah... don't kill me! I'm just his subordinate!"

Seeing Fang Yuan coming, the driver was immediately frightened and kept crawling backwards.

"Do you know... where is the doctor who presided over you?"

Fang Yuan asked casually.

"No...I don't know, it's all the boss who contacted him alone!"

"That's a pity, you're useless anymore!" Fang Yuan grabbed his head and turned it up suddenly.

Click!

Accompanied by the harsh sound of bone cracks, John the mouse's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, and the back of his head was facing forward, and blood surged wildly.

"Shit! Shit!"

During Fang Yuan's induction, the boss Bond came to the depths of the warehouse and did not escape, but immediately rummaged through the cabinets and grabbed a pistol among a large number of federal gold coins.

Seeing him coming, he immediately raised his gun and aimed: "Okay... sir, all this is a damn misunderstanding!"

"You saw that there is a lot of money here...you can choose to take them away, or fight me to death..."

Bond's voice trembled: "Our Brotherhood, but relying on the power of the Black Club, even if you are a psychic, you are a foreigner after all... As long as I leave, all this will be covered up... Believe me!"

"Black Club?"

When Fang Yuan heard the name of the largest supernatural association of the Golden Eagle Federation, he sneered: "It would be best if your death could make them come to find me, but now... I don't need your money for the time being, nor do I need your life!"

Whoosh!

A figure flashed, and he came to Bond in an instant, grabbed the gun, and broke one of his index fingers.

"Take me to your base and find the doctor who has done the knife for you!"

Fang Yuan skillfully played with the pistol and hit Bond's forehead.

"You want to meet our president? OK, I'll take you there!"

Cold sweat appeared on Bond's forehead and he nodded.

"Get on the bus!"

Fang Yuan tilted his head and escorted the man into the car: "If you have something wrong, I will shoot immediately... You can try to trick me!"

"Of course not!"

Bond smiled bitterly and started the car.

‘What a city full of blood and sin!’

Looking at the scenes outside the car window, Fang Yuan was a little confused.

His trip abroad this time was a temporary intention. Thunder God has mysteriously disappeared since the battle with Millennium Willow Mu. It is probably a major event that shocked the world's supernatural world.

At this time, I'm afraid that all departments in China will have a big ups and downs.

Of course, Fang Yuan took all this lightly at this time.

The reason why I chose the Golden Eagle Federation rather than the Blue Star Alliance is naturally because the vampires and werewolfs in the Blue Star Alliance are all blood power, and the Holy See is Shinto, so he is not interested.

And there was something that made him choose the Golden Eagle Federation.

Fang Yuan opened his suitcase and immediately took out a Maitreya incense.

This thing was originally in Guo Jing's hands. After the second impact, the old man finally solved some of the secrets.

It turns out that this Maitreya Buddha is actually just a key, or even half of it.

As for the other half, thanks to the strength of the state machine, Fang Yuan also found out that it fell into the hands of a collector of the Golden Eagle Federation.

When Zhongzhou was in chaos, it was even more of a disaster in the collection world. I don’t know how many treasures were wandering overseas.

Fang Yuan was also very interested in this Maitreya statue that he could not see through, so he simply solved it together this time.

"Your pulse is 88 times per minute and your breathing rate is 17 times per minute... I advise you to keep it within this range, otherwise I will shoot!"

Seeing Bond in front of him glance back from time to time, Fang Yuan showed the black muzzle and threatened with a faint smile.

‘The devil…he is the devil from Central China!’

Bond smiled bitterly, and could only extinguish some of his thoughts and drive honestly.

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To be continued...