through the dark road

Chapter 693
If they hadn't been reminded, several people would have been unable to remember that they had all drank the life mixture prepared by Elder Eco!

At that time, it was said that in addition to increasing the upper limit of health, the potion also had some hidden effects, and it could actually regenerate a severed limb!
The main material of this life mixture is a strange crystal taken from the body of Spider Queen Ireni. Ireni is a mutated form of the fusion of a spider and a giant jungle slug, and has extremely strong self-healing and regeneration capabilities.

In other words, the magic of this life mixture comes from the rare creatures in the Tolaran rainforest.

It's a pity that no one can see this kind of giant slug now, and I don't know if Ireni ordered the spider group to completely exterminate this species. Eco has been searching for many years to no avail, and finally killed Ireni through Mo Bei. I got a crystal like that by accident.

Alvin cried and howled for a while, both because of pain and fear. He was grateful to God and thanked Mo Bei for giving him a bottle of Life Mixture.

Ned sneered angrily. He really wanted to kick this guy for such a big ups and downs.

"Wear a strong look and fuck with me. Come on, let's take a look at each other?"

Alvin laughed in pain, put his severed arm into the inventory, and changed the subject:
"Let's clean up the battlefield quickly..."

Ned pushed him back to the ground:

"You can continue to grow here. I want to see if I can grow a deformed arm."

Alvin's face paled when he heard this. He was really worrying about gains and losses now, fearing that the arm that would grow out would be different from the original one, or would lose its function, and his combat power would eventually be greatly reduced.

Akali sighed silently, still feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

This situation happened when Mo Bei was away, which made her feel a little guilty.

When her consciousness reached into the inventory, except for the original part of herself, she could only see a vast chaos. It was obvious that the plane barrier blocked the connection between her and Mo Bei.

After cleaning the battlefield, the group returned to Harrogath. In order not to attract other people's attention, Alvin used his cloak as a cover, but he felt extremely hungry.

"It should be that a large amount of Qi and blood were consumed during the growth of the arm, which is why there is such a feeling of urgent need for replenishment." Ned gave his own explanation.

"Then... then hurry up! Set up the hot pot!" Alvin couldn't wait, fearing that he might get into trouble because of his lack of nutrition. .

"You're thinking too much... Just eat whatever you have..." Ned looked at him with pity, took out a wooden barrel, which was full of dry and hard coarse grains, and put some dried meat in it. He put it on the table and signaled Alvin to help himself.

Mo Bei had been away for almost a month, and the food conditions of their group were the same as those of the others in Harrogas. Even Perona's snacks were unsustainable, and she was reluctant to chew sweets. .

Alvin then thought of this and felt sad, but he was still hungry after all. He swelled up into a one-armed bear-man and plunged into the barrel. .

At this moment, Mo Bei was sitting in an elegant cafe. He found a corner seat. There was a laptop he just bought on the table in front of him. He connected it to the public network and inserted the black USB flash drive into it.

There is no need for him to operate. As soon as the USB disk is inserted, a program is automatically imported and a window interface is opened on the screen.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling that this interface seemed familiar.

After taking a closer look, he confirmed that he had indeed seen it, and just a few days ago.

Isn't this what the two jewelry appraisers that Nathanael invited opened the darknet interface like?
It turned out to be the case.

He said "Oh" suddenly, and then started to download the translation software. .

The interface is all in English, and there are a lot of uncommon words, so don’t embarrass yourself.

This darknet is still in the form of a forum, and the IDs of all commenters are a long string of numbers, with no rules to follow.

At this moment, a red exclamation point suddenly lit up in the corner of the interface, indicating that he had received a message.

Click to see:
"who are you?"

Mo Bei simply ignored it.

Do you care?
Half a minute later, the message came again:
"Well, your identity has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to get involved in the matter between you and Coleman. I only want things, and it doesn't matter who I trade with."

Mo Bei directly took a screenshot and translated it, and he roughly knew what the other party wanted.

When the other party mentioned the name Coleman, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had just glanced at it on the forum page.He found the post and clicked on it. The content was a reward. Anyone who could provide valid clues about the murder of Eddie Coleman would receive 2000 million U.S. dollars. If the murderer's information was directly provided, the reward would be [-] million U.S. dollars.

Didn't see it. . .

That big leopard-printed rat has quite a background. He is actually the eldest son of the leader of the Somaliland sect’s armed forces.

When he saw the word "sectarian armed forces", he thought it was quite interesting. His life had been corrupted and he had become so virtuous, yet he could actually lead believers.

The banshee sat across from the small round table and took a sip of espresso. There was an expression on her face that wanted to curse, and she quickly picked up an avocado and stuffed it into her mouth.

Mo Bei was not afraid that others could understand their conversation and said to the banshee:

"You have a reward of [-] million."

The banshee's eyes lit up and she asked happily:

"How much is [-] million? Is it a lot?"

Mo Bei pondered for a moment and said:

"As a personal reward, it's quite a lot... It's about the same price as the previous brooch."

The banshee's face fell, she was unhappy.

Who can be eliminated with such a small amount of money? .

The forum interface received another message from that person, this time he said directly:
"Make a price."

Mo Bei originally wanted to get some information from this person, but he felt worried for no reason and wanted to return to the sanctuary as soon as possible, so he lost interest in this dark web forum.

He typed a reply to the other party nonchalantly:

"Be patient."

Then I unplugged the USB flash drive and prepared to go back to China to get down to business.

In a luxurious villa hidden deep in the forest, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose looked at the news on the screen, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The entire development project had to come to a halt because of this mess, so I had to say "be patient" to myself. .

He swept away the computer screen, stood up suddenly, grabbed an MP5 submachine gun from the bodyguard standing at the door, roared and smashed his wall-to-wall collection into pieces, emptied the magazine, and swung the gun again Slammed it on the desk.

After he finished venting, a blond woman wearing a long slim skirt walked into the room and said:

"This matter is so suspicious. Such a huge batch of supplies disappeared, but there were not many casualties in the entire military camp. Boris, do you think it is possible?"

The man named Boris gasped and had no words, and the woman continued:
"Duvalis and his son have had rifts before, and I think this is simply a drama that he directed and acted on his own."

Then Boris spoke:
"What's the reason? What's his reason for doing this?"

"In the final analysis, they are just a group of pirates. As long as the benefits are big enough, it can be a reason." The woman said.

"Keep an eye on them! Those supplies cannot disappear from this world out of thin air!"

Boris growled, and when he thought of the other party's playful words of "be patient", his eyes became more fierce, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Mo Bei knew nothing about the subsequent events caused by his actions, and he didn't pay attention at all.

For him, this was a pleasant field trip, but it was a pity that he could only hide his merit and fame. Otherwise, he might be able to get a Peace Medal of Honor.

(End of this chapter)