Chapter 1010 Opportunity

He had previously led a team to attack the military headquarters with the purpose of snatching Xia Tan's door, but the plan failed and Xia Tan's door was not there at all.

So he had no choice but to turn to Jiang Cheng.

After all, ordinary doors simply cannot meet his current needs, and there is a guy named Wu in Jiang Cheng.

According to various intelligence, he is a guy with strong growth potential, but at present, he has not shown great strength. The presiding judge feels that it should not be a problem to win him by himself.

"I just need to peel off that door without destroying the abyss plan." The presiding judge's eyes were red. His luck had been extremely bad recently.

First, the trial ceremony held at the Night Watch headquarters was messed up by Xia Tan who fell from the sky. Then he led people to attack the military headquarters and failed. Chen Ran chased him and slashed his face. Finally, the ambush at the Hanjiang Ferry failed again and was killed by Chen Ran. However, his father Gong Zhe lost one of his arms. If Zhu Bingren hadn't found a red contract, he almost wouldn't have been able to save his life.

The successive failures had greatly damaged his reputation among the Night's Watch. Now some voices had reached his ears. Several major families were extremely dissatisfied with him and planned to jointly remove him from his post.

"These bastards who cross rivers and burn bridges, one day I will deal with you personally." The presiding judge's pupils radiated golden light, not hiding the ferocity on his face.

"Presiding Judge." A middle-aged man standing next to him said hesitantly: "We have just confirmed that Crimson No. 2 and No. 13 have also sneaked in. I am worried..."

The middle-aged man swallowed the rest of the words in his throat, because he found that the presiding judge turned his head suddenly and stared at his face, "What's there to worry about? It will be very difficult for them to deal with that thing, and we may not have the chance to kill them all." All stay here.”

The middle-aged people thought of the thing entrenched in this bar, and a look of fear appeared on their faces. They were responsible for all of this, so they knew very well how difficult the thing that caused this supernatural incident was.

In order to make that guy even crazier, they even fed many disciples, and finally detonated this supernatural event that reached the A-level level.

If the situation here gets out of control, maybe even... not even the presiding judge in front of him is a match for that thing.

Thinking of this, the veins in the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes tightened.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The presiding judge didn't know what these people were thinking. He tried his best to restrain the intimidating aura on his body, and his expression became softer, "Xian Zong."

Hearing the presiding judge calling his name, the middle-aged man woke up from a dream and hurried back: "Presiding judge, what are your orders?"

"Xianzong, don't worry, everything is under my control, and the reason why I brought you here this time is because I have other thoughts. The presiding judge looked at the middle-aged man with eyes full of scrutiny," You have a good mind, but your qualifications are lacking, which is why your position has never been promoted. "

This is the heart disease of middle-aged people. He also understands that among the Night Watchmen, one must rely on strength to speak, and it is difficult to say whether his door is true or not. "Xianzong understands that I am here today because of your support, the presiding judge."

The presiding judge smiled, "But my support is not enough. You also know that your background is not enough, so if you want to go higher, you must seize every opportunity." The presiding judge paused and continued: " The reason why I brought you here today is to see if I can create an opportunity for you.”

The middle-aged man's eyes became confused.

"Why, you still don't understand?" The presiding judge's voice was persuasive, "The door of Crimson No. 2...don't you have any idea? That is a very good door."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's breathing quickened. The Crimson members' doors were unique. If he could get it, his voice in the Night Watch would also increase.

But after he calmed down, he felt a chill again. Not to mention whether the Crimson people could be dealt with by them, even if they really got the door to Crimson No. 2, according to the ruthlessness of the Lord Judge in front of him Thoughts, can this door be left to myself?

I'm afraid that when he expresses his desire, he will silence him.

The enthusiasm in his mind gradually receded, and the middle-aged man replied calmly: "Presiding judge, I think let's forget it this time. Where is the crimson door that people like me are blessed to enjoy? I will take my people, I will do my best to help you eliminate the rebellion, and I will rely on you for your support in the future.”

"You said such polite words to me." A strange smile appeared on the corner of the presiding judge's mouth.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to look at him at all.

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"What's going on?" Zhou Ze's chest heaved violently as he followed the two benefactors. They turned back and forth several times, but they couldn't find the exit. Even the safe passage they walked through before disappeared.

No. 2 stretched out his fingers and fumbled around where the security door was. It was bare, not even a crack.

Knocking on the wall with your hand will make a very thick sound.

"Trapped." There was a hint of uneasiness on No. 13's face, and most of this uneasiness came from the unknown S-class.

He couldn't figure out who this guy was. If he was sent by the Night Watch, he and No. 2 would both die here today.

"We can't wait any longer. We must contact the outside world." No. 13 urged. Although he knew that using a mobile phone would most likely lead to new unknown situations, the current situation would not be worse. He could feel that there was something terrible going on. The guy has come in.

If that guy finds him, No. 2 alone can't handle it, not to mention him, who is a scum with a combat power of 5.

The high-risk event of making a phone call was naturally handed over to No. 2. No. 2 took out his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and did not contact Mr. directly, but called No. 6.

In this way, even if the other party can find him by following the signal, it will be No. 6 who will handle it, and he will definitely handle it.

"Beep..."

"Beep..."

The phone rang twice and was connected. The other party didn't speak, and No. 2 didn't speak either. It was just a stalemate. No. 2 couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that calling for help doesn't work, which is also expected.

But this time, No. 2 found some new situations.

"Scratching——"

"Scratching——"

There was a scratching sound from the microphone, like a nail scratching a very rough wall. This sound instinctively made people feel physically uncomfortable. What's more terrible is that he even heard the sound of nails breaking.

That sticky sound, which was stained with blood and flesh, mixed with the woman's low and resentful cry, came from all directions.

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