Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 299 Randy Mack
The basement floor of the secret apartment, in the mission hall.

The urn-shaped glass chandelier emits warm light. Under the lamp, there is a long rectangular table with some fresh cut fruits placed on it.

On the sofa on both sides of the table, Ren and the master demon hunter Randy Mack sat opposite each other, discussing some matters.

Randy was wearing a black windbreaker, with a slender figure, short gray hair standing upright, a straight nose, slightly sunken eye sockets, and relatively three-dimensional facial features.

As one of the main leaders of the Demon Hunters Association in the northern part of the Kingdom of Faroland, he was the first high-level executive to appreciate Rennes, and he offered generous terms to win him over, which was regarded as a kindness of knowledge.

Holding a cup of fragrant hot coffee in his hand, the young and energetic Randy took a sip and smiled slightly: "Ren, if you want to train your men, I don't recommend you to recruit people from my three-star hunting team.

They are a group of young people, impatient, and they have a task ahead of them, and they may drop their picks at any time. "

The two teams he led had just been formed not long ago, and they came here to accept the employment this time, which also meant to hone their skills.

However, although a group of young people are not inexperienced in combat, it is not suitable for them to be instructors.

"I thought it was those old troops who came, but it turned out to be a group of newcomers, old pervert, are you a daddy addicted?"

The landlady, Elena, put a glass of orange juice in front of Ren, straightened out the bucket, and sneered.

"Thank you."

Ren picked up the sweet fruit juice and took a sip. He doesn't like coffee, he is a rough person, and he doesn't like black tea and green tea either. He just likes soda and fruit juice.

Randy crossed his legs and snorted softly: "Fat woman, I'm not a violent madman like you, who knows how to get headshots every day.

You don't understand the joy of watching a small seedling grow into a towering tree.

Also, I'm not an old pervert, so don't slander me in front of younger generations all day long. "

Elena and him are about the same strength, but they don't match each other, and it hasn't been a day or two since they disliked each other.

With a look of disdain, Elena's thick lips moved and snorted: "Old pervert, back then you failed to pursue Helen Wiggis Marlowe.

So I found a little girl with a similar temperament to her as a lover, haha, do you think I don't know? "

Ryan's expression was a bit strange when he heard that. He seemed to have heard the name before. Helen Wiggis Marlowe invented the camera more than 50 years ago.

The Aunt Helen that Kesha was talking about seemed to be her and also Catherine's mother. Kesha came to him and also had her suggestion.

Hearing this haunting name, Randy looked reminiscent and sighed endlessly: "Who would have thought that she would marry the Duke of Blois, none of us are better than that glib guy.

She also didn't choose the talented Daniel Farley and Gonzalez, I can't understand her thinking.

Fat woman, you are her friend, how is she doing recently? "

Daniel is a member of the Steam Alliance, and Gonzalez is the head of the Knights Templar, and they are now strong in the sanctuary.

Elena shrugged her shoulders, teasingly said: "What can I do, I've been keeping a low profile, be a husband and a child.

What, you still don't give up?Forget how she tormented you in the Nocman Empire?

You are no match for her now, and if you want to stalk her like before, you are afraid you will be hung up and whipped! "

She is also a Nokman, twenty or so years younger than Randy. The reason why she came to Pugani Plain was because she heard that it was a mess, her hands were itchy, and she was going to beat someone.

Randy looked constipated, and finally sighed and fell silent.

As people of the same generation, there was not much difference between him and Helen, Daniel, and Gonzalez back then, but now, he is no match at all.

Elena, who is a generation younger than him, has already caught up with him. There is a difference between human potential and talent.When the bottleneck is reached, even if the resources are sufficient, the strength cannot be improved.

He subconsciously glanced at Ryan, who was happily watching the show, and remembered what Hal Mihawk had told him.

'That kid is just as talented, no less than me and Chris. '

Smiling, Randy took out a postcard from his coat pocket, handed it to Ren, and said:

"The old man above was an excellent instructor back then, but now he is retired and lives in Wilton City, which is adjacent to Dilamo City.

You can just call him directly, but he has a weird temper, so you have to be prepared. "

Ryan took the business card. In addition to the word Bill, a string of phone numbers, there was a sentence on it - don't bother me if you have nothing to do, and don't talk about anything that requires me to pay.

The corner of Ren's mouth twitched, thinking that this person was probably a weird one.

On the contrary, Elena raised her eyelashes and said in surprise: "Bill, that old boy, he used to live in Wilton City."

"Is this person famous?" Ren asked.

Elena smoked a cigarette, nodded and said, "Well, I'm from Karo after all, and I'm quite famous in this industry."

Renn looked happy after hearing this, come on, this is definitely a professional.

He didn't delay, and after bidding farewell to the two, he rushed to the company in a hurry.

In the hall, Randy chuckled lightly: "What do you think of this kid?"

I remembered that Renn was covered in blood that day, and he was so fierce that he came to her to sell the body of Marquis Clow.

Elena smiled, her lips curled up: "It's the same kind, there may be surprises in the future."

…………

September is the heyday of deciduous plants competing for splendor and colorful colors.

There is a slightly moist fragrance of grass and trees in the air, the street path covered with fallen leaves, the red maple leaves that are as bright as fire, and the garden with winding paths are like a fairy tale dream.

It was a sunny and warm afternoon, with sparks and lightning all the way, Ren ran back to the company in the suburbs, opened the door and entered the office.

Jenny, who had moved from the city hall to Briar Security, was sorting out the documents. She tied her jet-black hair behind her head, and a strand of hair hung down at each temple.

With bright eyes and white teeth, that pretty face still has that kind of calm look into the water. She is wearing a white lady's suit and trousers, which outline a pair of straight long legs even more slender.

86 points, this is the score Ryan gave her. From the appearance, it is on the same level as Suzanne and Shirley.

"Boss, good afternoon."

Seeing Ren running in, Jenny greeted with a sweet female voice.

Ren nodded with a smile, and asked casually, "Cannon fodder...cough cough, how is the recruitment going?"

With a slightly helpless expression, Jenny rubbed the center of her brows: "There are too many applicants, and we are currently selecting the best 100 candidates."

After reading the materials all morning, she was a little tired.

Nodding, Ren was not in a hurry, walked to the golden telephone in front of the desk, and took out the postcard.

Facing the number on the postcard, he inserted his finger into the hole of the number to be dialed, turned it clockwise to the end, released it, and continued to dial the next number.

Soon, the other side was connected, and a thick voice came:

"Lukaluka, Bill is here to serve you, please raise your hands and offer me the banknotes, and you will have nothing to worry about!"

(End of this chapter)