Zhang Yuanqing also participated in the mourning service, silently watching this group of heroes in the dark, he yearns for these people more than fighting for power.

Simple, pure and passionate, he firmly guards what he wants to protect, which may be his homeland or faith.

During the mourning service, he suddenly thought, why doesn't the magic eye come to the border? This place is simply his paradise, full of criminals everywhere.

After thinking about it, if the magic eye comes, the obsession will explode, and they will kill indiscriminately, and then their moral value will be deducted, and they will be wanted worldwide.

I can understand why he didn't come to the border.

There is a long way to go to clean the world.

After the mourning meeting, Wang Xiaoer enthusiastically took Zhang Yuanqing to the staff dormitory.

"This is your room." Wang Xiaoer pushed open the door of a dormitory. The staff dormitory is quite simple, with bunk beds and four beds in total.

"It's okay!" Zhang Yuan took a look, and nodded when he saw that the bedding was clean and tidy.

He would not have lived in this kind of place before. Since he became a spiritual practitioner, he has been in all kinds of environments. He can adapt to sleeping in the pile of corpses, and even feels like returning to the doghouse.

"Captain Wu Ya said, you still have three female teammates, and I have already arranged rooms in the female dormitory." Wang Xiaoer's attitude can be described as respectful.

Originally, the branch was going to arrange a five-star hotel for this big man, but Daozu Deacon refused, saying that I also climbed up from the bottom step by step. After ten years, I have suffered more than you have eaten. Not so squeamish.

Everyone was shocked, this Taoist deacon looked young, but he has been a spiritual practitioner for ten years? Sure enough, the qualifications are profound.

"No need, just arrange them with me." Zhang Yuanqing pointed to the empty beds: "Exactly four beds."

"Okay, okay." Wang Xiaoer glanced at him.

Hey, I can see what's going on with your "you guys are going to have a silver party" look. Zhang Yuanqing pretended not to understand.

Wang Xiaoer said again: "The deacon said that tomorrow we will open a private room in the hotel to welcome you."

Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm" and said again: "Do things like tonight happen from time to time?"

"It's not often. Similar things happen several times a year. Guys from the Psionic Society like to use this kind of false information to trick us out and then ambush us. Of course, we also have countermeasures. This time it's more dangerous, but What can I do, sometimes I know it's a trap, but I still have to jump." Wang Xiaoer sighed first, and then said:

"Fortunately, our drug chaser deacon is very strong, very strong, he is the miracle worker of our branch."

Is it very strong? I didn't see it. Zhang Yuanqing pondered: "I'm more curious, can you tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoer excitedly talked about the past of the drug chaser:

"I was besieged four times by the saints of the psionic society. One happened three years ago. At that time, he was just promoted to a saint. During an operation to arrest human trafficking, he was besieged by a fifth-level voodoo master. , everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect him to kill the opponent, and when they found him, they couldn't believe it."

"The most recent time was last year when he was promoted to level 5 and was besieged by three saints. Although he didn't fight back that time, he managed to escape. It is said that he severely injured a psychic of the same level."

"At the beginning of this year, he single-handedly broke into a stronghold of a drug trafficking gang, and killed an overseas saint and seven extraordinary people."

Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart that this is a template for a protagonist. Such a character can be transferred to Songhai, Hangzhou, Beijing and other metropolises, why would he stay in the border branch?

But gradually, the more he listened, the more something went wrong.

As far as the fight he observed tonight, the drug chasers were not very strong.

With only two saint-quality props on him, facing the siege of two psychics of the same level, he struggled to support, and his combat effectiveness was only in the middle and upper reaches, which did not match the record that Wang Xiaoer said.

"So that's the case. I didn't expect that the deacon of the drug chaser would have such great achievements." Zhang Yuanqing said, "Why didn't he transfer to a developed area?" JrNovels.com