Infinite Beast Control: The Starting Pet Is A Stone

Because the original cell auras of the Corruption Saint and the prisoner almost overlap. Fu Han deliberately searched the most densely populated and crowded places, but found no suspected target. Instead, I saw Zhao Ji on the edge of the crowd. So Fu Han walked around the crowd and leaned over.

The sudden appearance of Fu Han startled Zhao Ji, and he instinctively wanted to salute Fu Han.

Fu Han raised his hand to stop his movements, then led him to a place with few people, and asked: "People must have run down, have you noticed?"

Zhao Ji nodded and said, "Of course, we are covering them up."

This made Fu Han startled, and he thought to himself: I really belong to you.

"Where is the person?"

Zhao Ji lowered his voice: "My lord, look at the tallest and fattest mercenary on the left side of my eyes."

Fu Han looked over calmly and saw a mercenary standing by the wall who was indeed rather strong. So much so that there seemed to be no uniform suitable for him in the mercenary camp of the Garrison Department, and the clothes could no longer cover his fatness. His side was relatively empty, and his fellow mercenaries were seven or eight meters away. This made Fu Han frown... Why is there only one?

But after sensing it carefully, Fu Han suddenly discovered it. The source of those two primitive cells lies in that fat mercenary!

At this time, Zhao Ji explained from the side: "The tall and strong mercenary was turned into a mist of ape rot by her. Then she turned into the mercenary and wrapped the prisoner into her body, and now she This is what it looks like.”

Fu Han was surprised: "Have you all seen this?... When did she do it?"

Zhao Ji said: "Shortly after the riot on the third floor started. She used some method to paralyze the tall mercenary, and then released the monkey rot to drive away the others. Then she killed the mercenary and turned into him. Went up. In fact, she is a little fatter than the original mercenary...but the mercenaries on her left and right sides are our people, so they have not been revealed."

Fu Han looked at the two mercenaries on the left and right of the fat mercenary. They were indeed farther away from the fat mercenary intentionally or unintentionally, but they were still covering each other. Only then did Fu Han suddenly feel that the secret agent was a very reliable help!

"That tall and sturdy mercenary isn't one of ours, is he?"

Zhao Ji smiled and said: "Only the chief priest cares about this kind of thing. Fortunately, he is not..."

Fu Han's frowned brows relaxed for a moment before frowning again: "I guess they won't be able to hold on for long, they will be discovered."

Zhao Ji nodded, convinced: "The combat craftsman who commanded the mercenaries has become suspicious. He always looks over there."

The combat craftsman must be a true craftsman, and it is impossible for the secret sect to infiltrate.

This was not good news. If the craftsman commander really had a conflict with the saint... Fu Han could think of what would happen with his toes. The saint would at least bury the people in front of the second-floor escalator with her. But the problem is, she can't leave even if she wants to... The escalator is now blocked.

At this moment, the craftsman commander was talking on the communicator, but he had already looked at the fat mercenary disguised as the saint several times.

"We have to think of a way..." Fu Han sighed.

"Sir, we are already making arrangements." Zhao Ji had just finished speaking.

The battle craftsman in charge of the command ended the call, frowned and walked towards the direction of the saint.

While Fu Han was still thinking about countermeasures, he saw a middle-aged woman suddenly bypassing the mercenary blockade. She rushed to the commander, hugged his legs, and began to cry.

Fu Han didn't listen carefully, and he probably complained that there was an old man above me and a young man below him, please let me run away on the first floor, something like that.

When fighting craftsmen are not fighting, they are mainly craftsmen. It's true that he has a bad temper, but he really can't do it if he wants to bully women and children. When this aunt hugged her leg, he cursed her fiercely, but she really didn't make any substantial movements with her hands!

Seeing this, the two mercenaries quickly gathered around and tried to pull Aunt away. At this time, the crowd also started to commotion, and some people were booing in the crowd, clamoring to get out! Soon, people began to have the courage to attack the mercenary blockade!

"Damn it!" Looking at the crowd gradually falling into chaos, the battle craftsman became truly angry: "Weapon charging!! Let's see who is going to make trouble!"

At the command, the light sentry in the air was the quickest to respond. Red light immediately enveloped the crowd, and the sound of the pyroxene weapon charging rang out. The mercenaries followed closely behind, and they all moved the charging bolts of their weapons. Soon, everyone's pyroxene barrels began to glow brightly!

Only the fat mercenary turned from the saint was not very proficient in using pyroxene weapons and looked very abrupt. But no one paid attention to him. Only the two mercenaries beside him took him to a different position and stood guard.

The shock of the pyroxene weapon was very effective. The turbulent crowd immediately calmed down and the riot subsided.

The craftsman commander had no choice but to pick up the loudspeaker again and reiterate the current situation to the crowd. Only this time his words were harsher. And the mercenaries and light sentries forced the crowd to retreat a lot. After that, he asked the light sentry to delineate the red restricted area. This time if anyone dares to step into the restricted area, the light sentry will directly attack!

After this incident, the craftsman commander seemed to have completely forgotten about the fat mercenary. The position where the fat mercenary was standing guard had also been brought to the craftsman commander's blind spot. Although closer, there is a stalled cart carrying pyroxene. Looking from the perspective of the craftsman commander, he could only see the fat mercenary with half of his head exposed. His clothes, which could barely cover his fat body, would not appear in the sight of the craftsman commander.

"Awesome!" Fu Han still admired in his heart. Zhao Ji's men were really good at handling this kind of thing.

But the problem is still unresolved, waiting for the warden above to deal with the giant scavenging crocodile. She would discover that the saint and the prisoner were missing. When the time comes, she will still chase him down.

But this time Fu Han had learned to trust the spies, so he asked, "What else have you prepared?"

Zhao Jidao: "We spread some rumors on the first floor, saying that the Fu Fu Sect might attack Ming Mansion from the front and spread the Orang Fu on the first floor. We said that only the second floor is safe now... Now those outside businessmen have already Start swarming toward the elevator, but they'll find it's blocked."

Fu Han continued: "So, they will panic even more and even riot. In order to stabilize the situation, the Defense Department has to mobilize some manpower from the second floor? Are you planning to arrange for her to go to the first floor at this time?"

Zhao Ji complimented: "My lord Mingrui!"

"Will they definitely ask for help?" Fu Han asked again.

"My own people are already begging."

"Awesome!" Fu Han praised.

The conversation between the two had just ended when a mercenary hurriedly walked to the craftsman commander's side and said something. The craftsman commander also felt dizzy for a while, and then he stretched out his hand to summon a craftsman and said a few words to the craftsman.

The craftsman nodded and accepted the order, and then said to the soldiers who came to ask for help: "Please order a few people to follow me!"

After saying that, he went to the chariot and took out a few inscription instruments and hung them around his waist.

The mercenary who asked for help naturally went around behind the pyroxene cart. After calling the three mercenaries behind the cart, he went to the other side and ordered three more mercenaries.

Not many, just six people plus one war craftsman. They left without even attracting the attention of the Artisan Commander.

Seeing the fat mercenary leaving on the escalator, Fu Han asked: "Are those six people ours?"

"Yes, sir. They are all our people. At this moment on the first floor, there happens to be a smelly star beast excrement truck that needs to be sent out first, so two mercenaries will be needed to clear the way. I think she I will seize this opportunity..."

Fu Han was convinced: "Did you just make a temporary plan for these things? Whose idea was it?"

Zhao Ji lowered his center of gravity slightly and made an invisible salute: "It's basically all decided by me..."

Fu Han sighed: "Without you, they would never be able to escape, right?"

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded: "In my opinion, it shouldn't be possible."

Fu Han looked at the thin and cautious middle-aged man in front of him and said seriously: "I feel that with your ability, you should not just be a 'hotel manager'."

Zhao Ji bowed slightly again and said, "Sir, for ordinary people like us who have no awakening core, my status is already very high."

In the Southern Continent... the gap between beast masters and ordinary people is obviously deeper.

Fu Han said: "Then make more money! Keep an eye on her and don't lose her."

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Ji then asked, "Do I need to arrange for you to go to the first floor first?"

Fu Han didn't expect that the spies had a way to send him away. However, he shook his head and said: "No need for now. I have my own way..."

Just kidding, the first time he entered the treasure house, he was almost imprisoned to death. Naturally, he would have one hundred and twenty thoughts in his mind for the rest of his life! We know that Ming Mansion is a closed space with only one access. Fu Han had left a way out for himself before going in. He asked Luo Shen to memorize a time and space coordinate behind the hillside where he could overlook the gate of Ming Mansion.

However, Fu Han was not in a hurry to leave. Instead of going out and running around like a headless fly, it would be better to stay by Zhao Ji's side and wait for the spies to pass on the information bit by bit.

Not long after, Zhao Ji received the news. The fat mercenary transformed from the saint successfully received the task of clearing the way for the dung truck and had already started to leave.

At this time, the warden, covered in blood, descended from the third-floor escalator.

After briefly asking about the situation, she issued a series of orders. First, because the orangutan rot on the third floor did not spread further, the evacuation work on the third floor was terminated. She arranged for combat craftsmen suitable to suppress the ape rot to immediately go to the third floor to clean up the mess.

In addition, all the light sentries immediately began to search and investigate on the second floor, looking for the prisoner's shackles signal. No one is allowed to leave the second floor until then.

After the explanation, she seemed to intend to take a few craftsmen to the first floor to check.

Seeing this, Fu Han frowned. Thinking of the methods used by the spies to disrupt the other party's actions, Fu Han also learned and put them into practice. When the warden looked towards him, he quickly acted as if he was about to escape in a hurry.

This move worked as expected. Perhaps it was due to occupational disease. The warden spotted Fu Han, the man who wanted to escape, in the crowd at a glance!

Without any hesitation, she rose into the air with a slight tap of her toes, crossing the crowded crowd lightly. Then two Jianbu caught up with Fu Han who was trying to escape, grabbed him by the collar and asked.

"Why are you running!?"

Being held in the palm of his hand, Fu Han defended himself: "Urgent urination!!"

The warden said angrily: "Do you want me to freeze you?"

"That's not necessary!"