Latent Syndrome

Chapter 511 510 Identification

Chapter 511 510. Identification

An hour later.

The riot has subsided.

The boss of the Illuminati led a group of people to their designated camping spot in the City of Wrecks. Since there were so many people signing up for the competition, registration could not be completed in a day or two.

It will take a few more days before the game officially starts.

It was only at this moment that the Illuminati boss realized what an amazing person he had picked up, even though he didn't know much about the Ten Woe Anonymous and the like.

Only one thing.

Just now, this guy single-handedly suppressed everyone in the cemetery and escaped unscathed.

Although the atmosphere was extremely depressing when I left, it seemed like the silence before the storm, but in short, under many hostile eyes, it still ended peacefully.

Finally, it ends with a statement on the safety of the Fury Road by several giant speedsters, because during the game, the city of wreckage must be absolutely safe, which is a creed that must be adhered to throughout the ages.

In short, the ancestral laws are immutable, so do whatever you have to do.

Anonymous believes that there are no direct enemies of his in the crowd. He may have heard his past stories or been indirectly affected by some, but in short, it is not a big problem.

I originally wanted to discuss it with Selene, but I don’t know where this girl has gone. The ruined city is too big and I won’t be able to find it for a while. The communicator she gave her has a crappy signal in the wasteland. It’s still like the agreement. Forget it, she will come to the competition site and wait for him.

Under a high wall made of vehicle remains is the temporary camp of the Illuminati.

The middle-aged man's extremely respectful attitude has turned into admiration. He keeps asking about the past events of the unknown person, his eyes are shining, and he thinks that he has got a super thigh. Not only can he get out from here, but he can also travel across the deep world.

Anonymous was speechless. If you ask me the hell, who should I ask?

A person who is honest and honest suddenly turns into a scorn of the deep world and a public enemy as soon as he wakes up. Who can he complain to?

Besides, this is not the time for Anonymous to think about this.

Perhaps it was my own misunderstanding. I just felt a very familiar aura in that cemetery, the weird aura of SCT. I just hoped that I was overthinking it.

"I'm going to go out for a walk."

"Find an appraiser or something."

Anonymous said to the middle-aged man that he had nothing to do now anyway. After searching through his belongings, he found something that had been staying in the corner.

What Wuming Doe longs for most is to build a piece of top-quality equipment. Although the speedsters have snatched a lot of equipment, Wuming Doe, who is too ambitious, doesn't like it at all.

I am going to find the most professional appraiser to appraise the equipment I bought in the deserted town over there, a strange sword-like thing.

"how?"

"Do you have any slaves to sell?"

The middle-aged man didn't realize that Nameless Doe had a hobby of capturing people. As for the heads he hung on his waist at all times, it was just for decoration.

"Speaking of slaves..."

Anonymous found that he still had quite a few, thinking that Gordon, an old man, had a habit of capturing people. He also had single women in fishnet stockings and all kinds of men and women in his personal space.

Anonymous gave these people directly to middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man was stunned. A character slave like you is only of this level. He measured it with a Chaos Knife and found that none had an index higher than one. They were all slaves providing entertainment at the lowest level.

Even if it is placed in the Motorcycle Baby flagship store for wholesale, it is still the kind that is placed in a dollar store.

Anonymous did not notice the middle-aged man's thoughts.

"Actually, I want to appraise a piece of equipment."

"I never knew what it was."

Then Anonymous took out the weird sword blade that was full of mouths and lips. Its shape was so hellish that it couldn't be any more hellish. He thought it was some kind of amazing growth equipment that could absorb souls and become infinitely stronger.

"The appraiser who appraises equipment..."

"Um……"

"This is very rare in the wilderness."

"All the skills of people here are focused on transportation tools, electrical engineering and dynamics."

"To fight and kill, one usually relies solely on one's own quality."

"I have to find a friend of mine."

"He specializes in the study of occult science."

"I also know a little bit about divination and appraisal."

"But I can't guarantee that he can help you."

The middle-aged man didn't finish his words. In fact, his friend was quite famous in the wasteland and was an old scholar.

Half an hour later.

After wandering around in the bizarre maze full of strange people and phenomena for a while, the middle-aged man took Anonymous into a three-story tourist car.

The first and second floors are completely open with transparent glass, so that people who are entertaining inside can watch the grand event outside, and also for people outside to visit them.

"Give way, give way."

The smell here made Anonymous a little uncomfortable, and he almost always walked on tiptoes, but after thinking about it, he still decided that he couldn't have these shoes.

Stepping over the entangled people in pairs or small groups, the middle-aged man took the anonymous person to the third floor, which was completely airtight and the interior was quite elegant.

In short, it is filled with a lot of magic-style decoration, various shabby books, bottles and cans, rare insect specimens, and the light is relatively dim.

Sitting on the desk was a mangy man dressed as a hippie, with a straw on his nose, sucking in some conscious souls that he had compressed into the size of a sesame seed.

He is also a soul-eating demon.

After seeing the boss of the Illuminati coming, he shook his head and tried to wake himself up.

"Hold."

"We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

"You actually fucking remembered me."

"It's really strange."

"I won't lend you money, I won't lend you a car, and I won't provide any services. Get out of here."

The maniac said quite coolly, he had looked away and did not want to get involved in the fights between these speeding gangs. He just wanted to live a depraved life. The mountains are high here and the emperor is far away, and the hands of the adjudication office cannot reach in.

"Damn it."

"There's nothing priceless."

"I understand."

"You look down on me."

The Nameless One proposed that the Chaos Knife was going to kill people, and he immediately slashed towards the desk.

This guy was startled, and he hurriedly dodged to one side. The table was split into two halves. If he had been slower, he would have been killed directly by this guy.

Anonymous didn't intend to kill him, just to avoid wasting time and give him some color.

"This is what you fucking did to me..."

"It's been so long since I've seen you find someone to kill me."

"I'm not sorry for you."

"Zinga."

The leper called the Illuminati boss's name.

"You talk too much."

"Your old friend is now my pony, and I'm a..."

"A very scary person."

"I like killing people, you know."

"Anyway, let's quickly identify this thing."

"If you can't hold in a word for two minutes."