“…”

The soldier's heart was beating wildly, and he was almost scared to pee.

“It’s all quiet.”

Mousse finally controlled the situation and whispered: "Don't make noise, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

The commander came back to his senses and leaned over with a very complicated expression: "Mr. Mousse, this?"

"I said it, leave it to me."

Mousse looked cold: "Now that the matter is over, just clean the battlefield and wash the floor."

Then, he stopped talking and walked out of the blockade line.

The 'blood tribes' are clearly divided, and they follow each other, following Mousse, and are also ready to leave.

However, after Musse left, the commander led his men to stop the other blood clans.

Get out of the way.

Among the seven women in the world, someone roared and spoke.

When the commander's heart trembled suddenly when he was glaring at her fierce eyes.

"Quiet."

Mousse turned around and said, "If you don't let go, I can't guarantee that they will continue to be obedient..."

"What should I do later, Bob will tell you, now, let me go out of the way!"

The commander was silent, with a look of surprise, angry and frightened.

But in the end, he made way.

Therefore, people could only watch Mousse leave with a large group of "blood tribes", and at the same time, they were extremely puzzled.

Why can he control these 'zombies'?!

...

On the roof, Sam, who had not left, looked at their departure from afar and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's worthy of being the FBI."

"It's really amazing. Although I didn't control the situation within ten minutes, the time it took was actually less than one minute to make these 'blood tribes' completely obedient?"

"so……"

"Mus, the vice president, is actually a more advanced blood clan?"

"Audiences, have you seen it?"

He looked at his cell phone.

And at this moment, Sam is on the live broadcast...

...

"Blood clan!"

"Absolutely a blood clan!"

"Zombies are irrational, but they don't eat meat, they are rational, and they can listen to mousse... So, they are definitely not zombies, they are blood clans!"

"I really didn't expect that there was actually a blood clan?"

"The sun is out, they are not afraid of the sun?! The blood clan who is not afraid of the sun... hiss!!!"

"Oh my God, I regret it so much. Why do I run out? The blood clan has endless lifespan and an ever-aging face, and has strong strength... I, I should stay and be transformed by them!"

"I lost!"

"It's a pity that I ran away, too, alas!"

"Why didn't it break out in our 'raccoon city', but in Los Angeles? Damn it!"

The audience sighed, and many people sighed at the loss...

At the same time, the news quickly fermented, and within just a few minutes, the "Resident Evil" turned into "Blood Clan's New Recruitment".

Um……

Multi-literary words?

Recruiting new ~!

It's like a university group recruiting new recruits.

But not many people think there is a problem.

In fact, this society has long been a bit "pathological". Capitalists have occupied and occupied too many resources, leaving fewer and fewer opportunities for ordinary people, and their lives are getting harder and harder.

In comparison.

Many ordinary people, especially ordinary people who are not doing well, often regret after learning about this.

Why haven’t I been transformed into a blood clan?!

This is the first reaction.

Then... where did these blood tribes go and how could they be transformed by them?!

This is the second and third question.

...

Bob also learned the news, and was deeply shocked, and he couldn't help but feel afraid of Mousse.

"O God."

"This guy is actually a superior blood clan. Can he control all other blood clans?"

"And... they are really blood clans!"

Bob was surprised and delighted at this moment.

What was shocked was that what Mousse said was true, and he was deeply worried about it.

If mousse has ambitions…

No, Mousse must have ambitions!

What I’m happy about is that the blood clan!

Although I was worried, their appearance showed that there really was a blood clan in the Eagle Kingdom? Moreover, there must be a blood clan that is more advanced than a mousse!

Because I am 100% sure that Mousse was not a blood clan before, and at most it was converted in the past few days!

The people I sent to the laboratory did not give me any news.

As agreed, no news was given, there was no problem there.

Since nothing went wrong.

Then there can only be a higher-level blood clan in the Eagle Kingdom. Since the blood clan exists, then arewolves and angels that are almost "companied creatures" also exist?

In other words, the Eagle Kingdom also has superpowers, and there are quite a few!

Since that's the case, am I still afraid of a cultivator with a hammer and a Chinese country?

Then the question is...

Now, what we have to fear is not China, but mousse.

But how could Bob be in the position of president, so how could he be unprepared?

After he thought it through, he called Mousse: "Let's talk!"

"oh?"

Muss smiled: "My respected president, do you believe that I am a noble blood clan now? I think it's better to give your position to me before talking about it, how about it?"

"Haha, you're really good at joking."

Bob's face turned green, but his tone was still calm: "To put it bluntly, your biggest enemy is not me, but those immortal cultivators."

"You understand, the movements are known all over the world. If the cultivator senses danger, he will definitely take action."

"You threaten me?!"

Mousse's voice became colder: "Hmph!"

"How could I threaten you? Don't get it wrong."

Bob smiled: "I'm just telling a fact."

“…”

Mousse is silent.

This is really true!

At least, he analyzed according to his own ideas. What would he do when the high-ranking immortal cultivator discovers that his "blood race" may pose a threat?

I must have destroyed the blood clan as soon as possible. I will take advantage of his weakness and kill him. It is necessary!

Bob said again: "There is another news that our submarine was detained by the cultivator, and they also said it was a big fish..."

"Oh, we don't have superpowers, and we don't speak hard!"

"Now, I finally have the existence of your blood clan. I'm very happy, really happy!"

"If, I mean, if you can solve this matter, I, the president, respectfully give it to you?"

Mousse didn't say anything and fell into deep thought.

Bob was not in a hurry, and a satisfied curve slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth by the phone.

Play with me?

So what about the blood clan?

As long as I'm in one day, you can only be workers~!
Chapter completed!