Master: My Disciple Matches The SSR Aizen Template

At three o'clock in the morning, this city, the time when the inhabitants of the world living in the sun sleep the deepest...

In the bustling city, most of it is quiet, only taxi drivers on the night shift, takeaway guys, or girls engaged in night shows... and they are constantly passing through the period

The whole body was covered in a black robe, and Liu Mingshi, who fit the template of "Zhao Gao", stepped on the side of the gutter in the dark alley, and stopped beside a dim street lamp.

He raised his head and looked for the sound of smashing things and swearing. It was a dilapidated two-story attic... In the dark, a young cheek was firmly pressed against the iron window, and his dull eyes didn't look at it at all. Without the vigor of this age, he seemed to be aware of Liu Mingshi's gaze, and his eyeballs rolled to meet the latter's gaze.

Carefully looked at.

A satisfied smile was outlined on Liu Mingshi's cold face.

"Who?!"

Walking to the door and knocking on the door, a strong impatience came from behind the door.

In a short time, the dark and cramped trail, the corners are nests of ditches gathered during the day when it rains...Liu Mingshi walked in front, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly pale cheek, nibbling At first, he hesitated in his steps, but when he got behind, he became more and more decisive, and trotted behind that black figure.

I have no parents since I was a child, and I live in the house of my bad uncle and aunt under the fence. I have never seen hope or future in my eyes.

Better... trust him!

It mainly transports cargo ports in Southeast Asia, under the ground.

A "Black Fist City" that is not too big is located on the bottom of the river.

A scorching, crazy atmosphere is spreading around the metal octagonal cages.

Liu Mingshi was crowded in the crowd. Behind him, a youthful young man wearing a light sweater and sweatpants opened his eyes wide, and looked not far away in fear. In that cage, on one side was a young man covered in scars with a fierce look in his eyes; On the other side, there is a large pit bull with cleft teeth and salivating

confrontation!

confrontation!

After the breath seemed to stagnate, the young man rushed forward... He made an opening, and the pitbull's bloody mouth slammed into the young man's left hand, turned over, and rode behind the big dog, with his right hand clinging to the hoop At the same time, the young man opened his mouth and bit the blood vessels of the big dog's neck!

The cheers around are getting more and more wanton!

When the dog was lying in the pool of blood, when the young man was lying on his back with his bare chest heaving violently, he turned his head and looked at the crazy crowd. Ten pairs of eyes met Liu Mingshi's.

'Snapped!"

Liu Mingshi's feet suddenly exerted force, and the complete concrete floor instantly shattered into cracks. Outside the octagonal cage, men holding guns kept falling to the ground.

When I go out again.

It was almost dawn, and by the river, one after another cargo ships were docking, and the hard-working workers were preparing to load and transport the goods.

Liu Mingshi walked on one side, and behind him was a youthful young man, a young man whose left arm was still dripping with blood...

Walking to the intersection, a silver-white van stopped.

After the "Six Sword Slaves", Liu Mingshi began to create the killer and intelligence system of the "Snap Net" step by step, taking in a large number of low-level beings struggling in the mud, and conducting the most efficient and dangerous training for them...

Liu Mingshi's "Snap Net" and Jin Jiu's "Secret Engineering Academy" will exist on two completely different paths, one is ghostly, cruel, and ancient; the other is technological, modern, and equipment...

The morning sun completely drives out the darkness.

The sky is bright, and the haze of the past few days has disappeared.

In the morning, at eight o'clock.

underground garage.

"These are seven letters, one of which is written to you by me, you only need to help me deliver the remaining six letters to the corresponding six people."

Lin Mo took out the seven letters written last night from his briefcase, handed them to Jin Jiu who came out of the corner, and said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

Jin Jiu took the letter with both hands, and respectfully responded.

"gone."

Lin Mo dressed like an office worker, waved his hand and said.

Sitting in the black Volkswagen Passat, he drove the car out of the underground garage. The bright sunlight outside the garage fell on his elegant and gentle cheeks.

Lin Mo works normally at Zhiheng Real Estate.

At the same time, one letter after another was handed over to the corresponding disciples.

Xicheng District, within the ten-quarters jurisdiction of the original "Sihai Company".

Liu Mingqiang looked dignified, lowered his head, and looked at the envelope in his hand. At the position of his right eye, there was a light flickering slightly. In front of his eyes, the material, weight, and handwriting analysis of the 'envelope' were continuously listed line by line.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the envelope.

The words written by the lord appeared in the eyes:

"I am writing to you today because I feel that 'the footsteps of the times are coming to a special historical period..."

Just the first sentence between the lines made Liu Mingqiang's back inexplicably chill, and his whole body tensed up.

keep looking.

Liu Mingqiang's heart was beating heavily, and goosebumps appeared on the skin of the remaining left arm.

A lot of content in this letter has indeed confirmed his previous guess about the 'Honor', that is: 'It is very likely that the Lord is wandering in one top city after another, taking in a person with different identities. disciple!

'Countless disciples, spread all over the world, become high-level leaders of different organizations, have different forces...One day in the future, just raise your arms and shout, it will start a prairie fire...

"||In the end, the lord realized that the big change was coming, so he began to guide the disciples to prepare for it; or, the lord realized that the big change was coming, and prepared to gather the former disciples?"

"What kind of storm is it that can make an existence like the Lord become as dignified as (Qian's Zhao)?"

Liu Mingqiang's panting became short and dull.

Xicheng District, Qiushi Middle School, sophomore.

Just finished my morning reading.

Bai Jingshan, who was still wearing a school uniform, carefully opened the letter from the 'Honorable Lord'...

"Under the pitch-black sky, a mighty storm that can sweep across the entire world is already quietly brewing and accumulating. It is about to break free from the raging dark river, and it will expand at an unprecedented speed..."

Each word hit Bai Fushan's eyes.

Unlike Liu Mingqiang, who was more fearful and restless, this seventeen-year-old boy's eyes were full of excitement and trembling.

Zhong Jing Yaab, who fits the template of "Wolf of Wall Street"...

Zhang Meiling, who fits the template of "Hannibal"...

Changzhuxuan...

One after another, they are all reading the letters written by Lin Mo. .