The longer he worked for Zhang Lisheng, the more Charlie felt that the ordinary young man around him had a mysterious taste when he saw him.

Thinking about the incredible worship of the natives who had seen on the island of another world just now, Charlie thought for a long time and said cautiously: "Boss, the plan you proposed is of course feasible, but it may be carried out a little later.

With our total overwhelming advantage, I estimate that most of the slaughter owners in the eight metropolitan areas of Los Angeles and Chicago will compromise with LS. In this way, the group can complete a new round of expansion in at most seven or eight months.

At that time, you will be able to raise funds again. After you get enough funds, you will only make a small effort to do any business."

As the night started, the ship's whistle suddenly whistled a few times. Then, under the escort of the destroyer, the cruise ship broke through the waves in the sea and moved forward slowly. Zhang Lisheng looked at the gradually distant island and asked, "Isn't that too late?"

"I will never be a boss," Charlie pointed to the frigates on both sides of the ship and said confidently: "Although I don't know what dangers are in this sea area, at present, every voyage from another world to Newport in New York requires warship escort.

A powerful warship costs hundreds of millions of meters, and the investment amount can be said to be very large. Within at least three years, the government is unlikely to withdraw completely, which means that we will have the opportunity to intervene at any time in the next few years."

After hearing these words, Zhang Lisheng nodded silently, looked up at the astrological signs in the sky of another world, and his mouth squirmed gently with unknown meaning.

He didn't say anything until the ship docked in Newport, New York and returned to his office in a workshop commuter bus.

After returning to the workshop, Charlie and Edward said goodbye directly. McGrath stayed with the young man until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Under the urging of his parents, he had to rush back to New York City.

When Zhang Lisheng was left alone in the office, he searched the Internet for a while for the posts sent by those returning passengers after the sailing in another world. After reading it, he murmured: "Many people feel the cruelty of those natives in another world.

But the blind and confident emotions still prevail. They are really arrogant Americans…”

Unconsciously curled his lips, Zhang Lisheng stood up from the office chair, walked to the glass wall, looked at the dim night outside, and turned around and drove the "Jiuzi" to empty his body and fly up from the grooves underground in the factory.

According to the precedent of the mountain toad, island dragon, and crocodile dragon, the nine sons, who have been refined by the word "transformation" five times and have swallowed millions of tons of blood, should be approaching the brink of "transformation". However, when it showed its appearance in front of the owner, although it was a little bigger than a few months ago, its image did not change much.

"It seems that only a small number of insects can be refined into witch insects, and only a very small number of witch insects can possess 'magic power', not only all witch insects with magical powers can 'transform'." The premonition in his heart came true, Zhang Lisheng touched and hovered in front of his eyes in disappointment, bent his body, and approached the ugly hornet that was nearly 80 cm long, "As the saying goes, there is nothing but three things.

Zhang Lisheng, Zhang Lisheng, you are so lucky that you have successfully transformed three witch insects in a row. What else do you want?

Recalling the rags driven by young witches who also practiced the "Witch" Death Sect I saw in South Africa, Imagine how surprised they would be if they got a witch insect like "Nine Sons"...

He murmured with great reason in his mouth to comfort himself, but the young man was still depressed.

Thinking that the mountain toad was easily caught by sacrificing a green mule, the island dragon was even bought directly by accident. These two witch insects can be said to be easy.

But the third witch insect crocodile dragon was traveling around the Amazon jungle, and used the word "gathering" hundreds of times but gaining nothing. In the end, it was through the bizarre encounter of the "python crocodile fight" that his fisherman finally got the profit. The hardships and coincidences are simply indescribable.

If you use all your good luck, you will refine the witch insects with probability and then cultivate them to "transformation". It can be imagined that it will be normal for you to succeed in seven or eight years.

"Oh..." Zhang Lisheng, who had no solution after thinking about it, could only let fate go, sighed helplessly, and drove "Jiuzi" to sneak back to the groove of the factory, walked to the refrigerator and opened the door and took out a can of ice coke, and poured his stomach down in one breath.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a little more calm. He stopped thinking about it, and walked out of the office building and drove out of the factory.

Tonight, outside the new LS slaughterhouse was silent, and the dark wasteland was as lively as if a grand party was held.

Countless protesters and American citizens who want to become ‘new cowboys’ gathered together regardless of each other, turning on the headlights, playing harsh music, and enjoying barbecue and beer.

Many young men and women even got wood and iron barrels from somewhere, raised bonfires and sat together, and from time to time, a pair of people held hands and walked into the depths of the dark wilderness.

After driving along the highway for a long time, he finally saw the crowd gradually becoming sparse. Zhang Lisheng said to himself in the car: "It's just right here..." and turned the steering wheel and turned the 'explorer' into the wilderness.

‘Baoba…’ Pressing the horn, he carefully drove the car to a place where no one was by the sea.

The weather in New York is close to September, and the weather is very hot during the day and cool at night, especially by the beach. However, for Zhang Lisheng, such a low temperature will not cause any obstacles at all.

He took off all his clothes in the SV, allowing him to shrink to a dragon like a doll. The lizard insect grabbed his body, opened the car door and quickly stepped on the delicate and moist sea sand, and rushed into the sea.

After a while, a faint mist began to appear on the sea surface under the bright moonlight. After the mist appeared, it gradually became thick and ethereal, and finally it turned into a milky white color, rising into the sky.

In the clouds and mist, Zhang Lisheng transformed into a giant with a yellow and blue scales that were vaguely covered with radius. He rode a dozen meters long dragons, looking at the extremely bright and huge stars in the sky, flying towards the islands of another world.

Those Tudenan exiles who stayed in the "Gathering Place of the Humans in the Sea Shrimp II World" who could recognize his true face and know his real name were like a thorn in Zhang Lisheng's flesh, which made him feel extremely unhappy and could not wait to try to solve this problem as soon as possible.

With the ability to "gazing and distinguish the way" accumulated in those days when he got lost in another world, Zhang Lisheng's mouth "hissed and hissed..." chanting the witch curse, maintaining his absolute calmness, and according to the difference in angles between the stars recorded in his heart in the evening, he slowed down and flew slowly.

Finally, the direct route was really copied. Late at night, I saw the outline of the island in another world again.

"Success!", riding on the head and neck of the dragon, the young man shouted in surprise, driving the witch insect to break through the clouds and mist in the sky and circled a large circle, avoiding the entrance, and landed on the edge of the jungle opposite the gate outside the "gathering place".

And just as he hovered at the top of the canopy of the dense forest, the "yellow alarm" symbolizing the potential enemy had already flashed quietly in the "gathering place", causing the on-duty garrison to mobilize urgently.

Within a dozen seconds, all the gunners who served as the front line of defense were in place.

Standing on the wall, blowing the cold wind, looking at the magical witch insects hovering in the air in the distance, they gasped and whispered in joy, "It's not a big guy, but it seems that he can fly and run. The radar observation said that the speed is very fast, and it seems that our luck is not very good."

"Maybe it's just a false alarm. Don't be so pessimistic. Panochi, maybe those two guys will walk away soon..."

"Don't dream about Scott, I see that the commander on duty will upgrade the alarm to orange.

Don’t underestimate these guys who fly to the ‘gathering place’ but do nothing. It’s much harder to deal with than those big monsters that roar with gunfire and missiles…”

A sudden loud shout of unknown meaning interrupted the speculation of these American soldiers. Then they suddenly heard the fur behind the furs that had not had time to leave the "gathering place" when closing the door because they came too late or had trouble making a smooth transaction, and they slept in the hard and cold concrete ground outdoors among the natives on the hard and cold cement floor.

Four or five people got up, ran to the closed metal gate of the "gathering place" with excitement, and began to slap wildly.

According to the ban on night staying in the "gathering place", the actions of these natives at this time are enough for the night guards to kill them immediately. After all, on this dangerous island in another world, any small commotion may turn into a terrible catastrophe.

But coincidentally, today is the first day of "Shanghai Shrimp Island B1" and the day when the human world is opened, and too many civilians have poured into the "gathering place".

These natives who were slapped at the gate clearly echoed the powerful creatures in the other world outside the "gathering place". If they were killed rashly, they would likely cause revenge and extremely tragic consequences.

In a bunker crisscrossed with the gathering place, somewhere through the spacious corridor, the US military's highest commander in the 'Shrimp II World', wearing pajamas and slippers, roared loudly in front of the adjutant: "The politicians in Washington are simply idiots, pushing so many civilians to us..."

"They are indeed heavy burdens, but now is not the time to discuss this matter..." Looking at the old man with gray hair, tall and thin figure, and a striking huge hook nose, the adjutant whispered.

"I know, Lacey, I know, it doesn't matter if one or two dies, but I die dozens or hundreds of them on the first day, so I can only pat my butt and retire early.
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