"Brother Barney, let's come down like this?" Ron asked in confusion. He was a little puzzled. This was not the big shot, why was he so careless?

As a first-level knight apprentice, Barney couldn't help rolling his eyes obscurely. How could he get off if he didn't get off like this?

Prepare a luxurious dress or something?

It's just a stone, just push it away, just two people, he is responsible for pushing it, and another first-level engineer apprentice is responsible for repairing the rails, but in fact it's not yours at all.

Although he thought so in his heart, he did not show it on the surface. This lucky boy was directly attracted by the taboo-level containment star swallowing. This order was also issued directly from the head of the agency. He was not stupid, so he naturally knew that this boy could not offend him now.

"I can solve it just a stone, don't worry." Barney replied in a very gentle tone.

But Ron disagreed with it a little. The big man's instructions must have some profound meaning.

As the bottom, Ron is naturally not as experienced as Barney, who has been rolling in the extraordinary world. In addition, as an investigator, he deals with various containment objects every day, so he can see clearly than Ron.

But Barney understood what Simon Duncan meant, but Ron knew Wu Mingkong's plan with caution.

"I understand, Brother Barney." Ron was not stupid either. He really spoke to refute the other party and said that I think this matter has other profound meanings.

Although he said that Barney would definitely obey, it would be embarrassing if he made a mistake. At that time, it would be a big shot in the eyes of big shots. That's what Ron thought.

Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make less mistakes, and do not do well.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that his identity in Wu Mingkong's eyes was probably an experimental product and a broom star reserve. Wu Mingkong didn't care about the impression of the difference.

As for the others, I didn't care even more. Since he put on makeup, he was just an amusing clown in everyone's eyes.

First-level killing second-level?

It's just a broken profession. It's a good luck to not die in the star-orbit ritual. I'm afraid I'll have to be trapped in the first level in the future and I can't make any progress at all.

Good luck, these two words have become Ron's fixed label.

"Well, you'll just watch it later." Hearing Ron's tactful answer, Barney naturally didn't go to get any closer.

He didn't value Ron much, he just maintained superficial respect, and this superficial respect was not given to him, but to Wu Mingkong's taboo level.

Within a few words from Ron and the other two came to the front of the big stone. Barney and another first-level engineer apprentice were ready to take action without much observation.

But Ron was different. He always felt that this stone could not appear on the tracks of this steam train for no reason. The people who put it here must have some purpose.

Is it causing the steam train to crash into a stone, causing the steam train to lose control and damage, causing the entire steam train to die?

It is not very similar. At this stage, the steam train is not a transporter, but more of a transport, unless it is a steam train dedicated to those high-ranking officials, such as Wu Mingkong.

But this kind of steam train is not running all the time, and I don’t know when it will be able to run, let alone intercept it.

As for the supplies on the steam train, this is a bit possible, but it doesn't look very similar.

Seeing that Barney was about to push the stone, Ron suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute, I think..."

Before Ron finished speaking, the stone was pushed.

Under the huge force, the stone rolled several meters away, but nothing happened.

This made Ron a little embarrassed.

"I think your posture was a bit handsome just now, and I couldn't help but draw it." Ron continued what he wanted to say toughly.

Barney is a little confused and handsome?

"Hahaha, I can't compare to the chief of the agency." Although Barney was unclear, he laughed and slapped Simon Duncan's flattery.

The engineer apprentice glanced at the two of them without saying a word. He squatted down on his own, took out tools from his bag behind him, and began to repair the tracks with a tingling sound.

Wu Mingkong saw that everything was completed very smoothly and there was no turmoil. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Could it be a coincidence?

After everyone came back, the steam train started again and nothing happened.

"Is it because I am too careful to fight wits and courage with the air? Or..." Wu Mingkong is trying to deduce.

However, after repeated deductions, Wu Mingkong found nothing. In the end, he even used the numerology and "The Stars and the Alien Sect" and still had no results.

There was nothing strange about them together, but Wu Mingkong felt it was very strange.

"It always shows off. Even if it is fake, it is a fun, right?" Wu Mingkong threw the copper plate in his hand into his mouth and chewed it, and said casually.

Simon Duncan, who was standing by, didn't say anything. Wu Mingkong thought whatever he wanted. He tried his best to cooperate and just treat it as a containment's brain circuit that was abnormal. After all, it was a containment, not a human being, and it was understandable that his thoughts were different from them.

...

In a sea-side fishing village thousands of kilometers away from Dashi, in a strange and church-like building, a group of ugly people, wearing black robes and exuding a unique fishy smell, gathered on the beach and the beach, wet.

"High Priest, why don't you launch the Lord's miracle?" One of the sturdy men had raised their eyes and looked like fish eyes could not close.

"Danger, the Lord has given me the will of my soul. There is a taboo container on the steam train." An old and harsh voice sounded.

It was an old man with all his figures wrapped in a black robe. He couldn't see clearly, but he held a wooden stick in one hand. The hand had scales, which looked like gray green, and had frog-like webs and slippery unknown mucus.

"Are you sure it is the will of the Lord, not that you are unwilling to burn your soul back to the Lord's arms?" The strong man said with some malicious intentions. Although this man is not like this old man, there are already traces of scales on his hands, and the color is changing. Even the webbing between his five fingers is just a layer of freshly born film.
Chapter completed!