Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1271 Night Sky

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the first car quickly drove to the suburbs.

In a large field of wasteland, the bulletproof car stopped in front of a hill - only the flat land suddenly began to rise, revealing a huge steel plate covered with mud and grass - the steel plate was slanted, and this was It became a special entrance.

This is the bullet-proof car. It is not far from the front and then a stone mountain.

After entering the ground, it was a light and straight asphalt road. After about 200 meters, it was a huge gate. When the gate was opened, it was a huge building built in the mountain. Dock.

There is only a small plane of 30 meters in length... similar to the shape of a warplane, the entire dock, as if serving the special fighter.

Ten of the overhauls wearing grey uniforms and hats were working on this huge fighter plane - the bulletproof car eventually stopped at an entrance on the side.

The Prime Minister hurriedly walked down the car and someone greeted him.

The Prime Minister just nodded, then his face was so heavy that he quickly walked into the entrance—the one wearing the suit and wearing a set of military uniforms...the rank was obviously not low.

“Ready?” The Prime Minister’s pace is getting faster and faster.

The officer next to him quickly followed, and said quickly, "Thirty minutes after receiving your call, I have already begun preparations... but still in the adjustment phase, it is expected that it will take an hour to get the best. The value."

"One hour is too long, try to shorten it." The Prime Minister frowned. "This time the person who hijacked the Queen is a non-human creature. The old guys in the Cavaliers are actually watching the Queen being hijacked away! Pukes the old **** Actually told me that he did not estimate it... This group of guys still can’t stand it, we can only rely on ourselves."

During the talk, he and the officer had already taken the elevator and finally came to a control room where you can look at everything in the dock – all the members in the control room stood up at the same time, facing the Prime Minister.

"Work." The Prime Minister waved his hand, then took off his jacket, picked up his sleeves, and took the headphones that the staff handed. "The screen gives me the adjustment room, let me see the warriors." status!"

"Yes!"

On the console of the front-end screen, a woman wearing a military uniform tapped quickly—and soon, a set of pictures appeared on the screen.

The so-called adjustment room screen.

There are 20 full, like a huge game cabin, and like a CT scanning machine, which is neatly placed in a huge empty room, and each of these machines is lying at this time. Each person lying down in a tight-fitting combat suit... either male or female.

They are all very young and look like they are about twenty years old.

"It's beautiful." The Prime Minister looked at everything on the screen. "This is our own power... [The-Fianna], it's time to let this power appear in front of the group of proud and arrogant knights."

"Mr. Prime Minister, the soldiers of the Corps have been adjusted... but we still can't know where the Queen is hiding now?" Although he has great confidence in everything in the base, the officer can't consider some non-decisions at this time. Human factors.

"No problem, I can find the position of the Queen." Mr. Prime Minister has a well-thought-out: "Well, as long as the crisis is lifted, then in the future, the non-human field is no longer exclusive to the Cavaliers... the ancient glory? The group has always been around our stubbornness, and it is almost time to consider retirement."

As a matter of fact, the Prime Minister took out a black box of the size of a cigarette case and looked at the officer. "Use this to track the source of the signal. It can help us lock in the right position."

"This is..." The officer looked a little and seemed to think of something.

Is the Prime Minister always in the dark tracking of the Queen's action dynamics... A tracker is installed on her body.

"Not her." The Prime Minister waved his hand. "Don't think too much, do it according to my words... I don't care about the myth of the last days, and myths of tomorrow. Before tomorrow, I want the mobs to see the dawn again." !"

The officer is standing upright and saluting!

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"Very good, very good, really... look at your hair. I want to come to the Queen and really make you very good."

The room, the long-bearded but physically strong 裘das, was teasing with the small animals that were small for him - this is the queen's pet.

Here, only Tip, who is a pharmacist, is accompanying... This thin, thin man with glasses, staring gloomy as if he is not afraid of strangeness, is a small thing in the arms of Vedas, wrinkled Frowning, "Wandas, when did you become so caring?"

He just looked at Tip and said casually: "I am actually the same as you."

"Like me?" Tipp groaned.

Gadas watched Tip sitting at the table and sorting out the various bottles and cans, as well as the appearance of various props. "You sorcerer battle, you need to prepare so many props, every time you can not sloppy, right? ?"

"Yeah, this is common sense." Tipp nodded.

Tadas said indifferently: "I am different. I only use fists to fight, so it is enough to keep my heart calm... so that I can calm down."

"Isn't it because you are essentially a cat shovel?" Tipp said: "Well, you also take your gloves out and wipe them so that I feel that you are really preparing for it?"

"What are you so nervous about?" Instead, Shaidas shook his head. "Tomorrow is important, but we have not experienced life and death... Was it because of the female pharmacist in the theater?"

Tip was angry at the beginning, and even did not hesitate to show up for a reason - this is related to his past experience, he was in the secret pharmacist certification of the Magicians Association, because the opponent was cheated, even the wrong hand injured the appraisers, Finally, he was deprived of the permanent qualification to take the secret pharmacist.

In the theater, the female pharmacist underestimated that he did not even want the apprentice pharmacist apprentices. Naturally, he provoked the thorns in Tip's heart, where he could endure.

"Oh..." Tipp slightly wrinkled. "If she dares to show up again, I will definitely let her try my ten secret drugs."

"I advise you not to be extravagant." Hudas shook his head. "From the perspective of the theater, the men and women should be interested in our affairs... Tip, the world is big, the leader is very Strong, but more powerful than him, and it is not without... The invisible barrier, you saw it? Even the leader could not break without a punch, but hurt himself."

"Perhaps only the strength of defense, it is just a **** of the fifth battle." Tipp coldly said: "There are so many defensive props... The Magicians Association does not have the nickname "absolute defense" Ring]? In addition, I heard that the 13th clan of the vampire also secretly taught the used **** glory of the vampire ancestor Cain, also known as the artifact that is difficult to break by physical attacks."

Gadas smiled bitterly: "Please, you are not the legendary artifacts or the secrets of value. If it is so easy, let us meet one, then I should consider buying a lottery ticket before sunrise, maybe I can still win. So even if tomorrow fails, I should still be able to enjoy my old age."

"The old things that are not good!"

"Little devil."

In fact, Tip's age is not big... It seems that although it is a middle-aged appearance, it is only because of the long-term relationship with the secret medicine, the body is eroded by many toxins, so it looks more old than normal. - In fact, Tip is only seventeen this year.

Once in the world of magicians, I have been hailed as the most talented genius in the past 100 years - well, he is really only seventeen this year.

A squabble... probably a way to 'relax'.

The sound of the harmonica sounded suddenly outside the house... Outside, under a tree, Caesar was sitting on the grass, blowing the harmonica, and Catherine leaned on him.

Looking at Yuehua and watching the clouds in the night.

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When Lancelot woke up, the lips were moist... When she woke up, she found herself lying on the floor with a coat under her body.

It was the one that the Queen wore on her body.

At this time, the Queen was moistening her lips with a wet handkerchief... She even pillowed on the Queen's lap.

"Queen... How can you let you?" Lancelot struggled to sit up.

The Queen held down her body and blinked. "You see, child, now you are not as good as my old woman. Why are you still stubborn?"

"But?" Lancelot opened his mouth.

The Queen smiled and said: "I also participated in the war during my time. Although it is only a support group for women, there are still some experiences in taking care of injuries... Although it has not been done for many years, some are unfamiliar. Your right hand. It looks like a serious fracture... Is it caused by them? I can only fix it for you. After all, the conditions here are really limited."

Lancelot lifted his arm in a strenuous manner, with two strips of cloth wrapped around his arm - apparently the strip was removed from the wooden chair.

"No..." Lancelot shook his head.

The right hand fracture, the time to happen is even earlier... One day ago, the right hand holding the 'indestructible lake light', ate the legendary most powerful Knight Farrell's blow, not only the sword broken, The power of the shock also directly fractures the hand.

Thinking of the ‘indestructible lake light,’ she thought of the deprivation of the power of inheritance... I couldn’t help but look blank.

"It seems..." The Queen looked down at her at this moment and whispered: "In places I can't see, you really work hard."

"I... I lost the power of the knight."

Her Majesty the Queen covered her gaze with her palms and said slowly: "Now, the darkness you see is only temporary. When my palm is released, the light will appear again in you. In front of me, but I don't want to let it appear right away, you know why."

"Why..." she asked subconsciously.

The Queen said: "Because the darkness can calm you down, you can't see your weakness. So, you can cry out to the fullest. But when the light comes out, you need to be ready... children. ”

Lancelot did not speak.

Only the Queen can feel the palm of her hand and the meaning of the wet.

At this time, outside the stone room, the sound of the instrument was faintly heard, and it was the sound of the harmonica... Her Majesty heard it.

Her left hand palm still covered Lancelot's eyes, but at the moment the right hand held something... a black card.

This was in the theater. When I saw the respectable and terrible teacher of the year, she gave it to her before she left.

- Little Elizabeth, if you can't solve the problem, just make a wish to this card, the teacher will appear. But accordingly, you have to pay some precious things.

"teacher……"

Her Majesty fell into meditation.

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When I came out from another theater, it was already more than ten minutes at eight o'clock in the evening - I didn't see the complete [Turandot], but the club's boss and maid duo were very successful in reading the famous one. [Phantom of the Opera].

The weather this month, in the streets of the fog, still looks very cold.

Many passers-by were wrapped in clothes and marched in the wind - of course, for the boss and the maidservant, they did not feel the meaning of the cold.

Elegance is elegant... Today, the maidservant is going out to dress.

But isn't it relatively thin?

"the host?"

Suddenly, the maidservant felt the cold - the kind of cold that she would experience. She had already remembered how long it had not been felt when she was weak.

In the case that her body can be made without any sense, it becomes like this. I am afraid that there will be only my own master in the world.

"I suddenly found that the stronger the power, there are many interesting things that I can't feel." Luo Qiu just smiled, then took the hands of the maid's lady, put it on her lips, and sighed with heat.

Gently rub it in order to bring heat.

"For example, like this." Luo Qiu smiled and said: "I don't think I am too bad."

"Can... it is worse for me."

Luo Qiu laughed and said nothing, but took off his coat and put it on the maid's lady... Although it seemed a little loose, there were a lot of similar situations on the street.

The lovers in love are probably the same.

The street was very lively, and the maidservant in the owner's coat leaned on Luo Qiu's body, carrying a handbag and bowed silently.

Then the two stopped before the performance of street artists.

It was a band playing on the street... The reason why Luo Bo stopped because he saw a former guest.

"Is Mr. Cheng, did he come here to study music?" Miss Maid looked at him with amazement.

The oriental youth who is holding the guitar, playing and singing.

He sang in the crowd, with a cap, sang a song [remember-me].

Luo Qiu smiled and smiled at this time: "Is there something that belongs to him..."

(End of this chapter)