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    The speed at which the opponent appeared was completely beyond Toller's mind.  Rockefeller's surprise.

    Until now, his mind still lingered on the fearful and panicked face of the Major from the Medical Association who rushed into his room more than ten minutes ago.

    "We have been attacked. Their numbers are simply terrifying. This is already the third attack, the third time. We have annihilated two of their entire corps, but they still have countless troops.  Unimaginable."  "Where did these guys come from? They are too strong, too strong"

    The powerful 155mm artillery shell exploded on the top of the building behind Toler.  Layers of falling gravel and rubble obscured the view like raindrops.  This means that the opponent has advanced to within a hundred miles of itself.  Maybe even closer.  But no matter what, this is somewhat thankful that they only used ordinary high-altitude bomb warheads instead of the more terrifying poisonous gas or nuclear bombs.  Toller did not know everything that happened in Wulie City.  Although it also belongs to the Skeleton Knights, it does not fall under European jurisdiction.  He doesn't even have much contact with the city of Michael where he was sent.  Of course, this does not mean that Wule City is out of control, but because of factors such as its location and resource production, it does not receive as much attention as Michael City.  As for the Rockefeller family members stationed in the city as supervisors, there are only five parasites who have just reached the six-star standard.  Standing at the top of the arched building, you can clearly see the jinjun soldiers of the Imperial Kingdom wearing light black battle uniforms, pouring in from the east like a tide.  They used the method of expanding the front to spread out the medical association soldiers who stayed on the periphery of No. 19 City of Life.  The rapid penetration, coupled with the powerful close combat and fierce firepower, caused chaos to the members of the Medical Association who had just experienced two wars.

    Dozens of tanks suddenly appeared from the east, roaring all the way into the position, chasing the fleeing defenders on foot.  This sudden change actually has little impact on the entire battlefield.  The city can produce more clones at any time to fill the gap.  However, Toller did not like this kind of continuous fighting.  He was very angry and even felt that this was an insult to himself as a parasitic general.  He still remembered that the man named "y¨¢nghu¨¢" was also a parasitic general but had different levels of strength after all.  Unlike parasites, there is no exact standard for classifying high-level superpowers among women, and it is even impossible to judge the opponent's actual ability through their breath.

    Millie is dead.  She is currently immersed in the egg-shaped cabin of the high-end treatment room in the City of Life.  Broken limbs can be regenerated, and wounds can also be repaired through drug treatment.  But no one can guarantee whether her strength will decline from now on, or even slip back to the parasite stage.  After all, there are too many unpredictable unknowns in this world.

    Jonkerson is no longer as arrogant as Cong Xiao.  In terms of karmic relationship, this short, fat and sturdy guy should be his cousin.  This guy studied financial management in the old days but was born with a fat body.  He always thought that he was very powerful and felt that he was the greatest being in the world.  "." However, all beliefs and ambitions were shattered by that man's punch.  "." Now, he can only huddle in his room every day, desperately holding the Bible and chanting the name of God repeatedly.  Like a frightened quail whose mind is in chaos.

    This cannot actually blame him.  Junkson never left Michael City.  His concept of the world is still stuck in the old times to a large extent.  Of course, he also killed a few civilians with his own hands, but this also inspired the arrogance of his existing power deep in his heart.  It wasn't until he was hit on the head in front of his real opponent that he discovered to his horror that even a parasitic general could not escape the Si King.

    "I seem to have made a mistake. Maybe.".  "I shouldn't be an enemy of that man at all. Nor should I post a reward and let the old woman of the Samuel Tohen family exchange all the rewards for one head?" Toler murmured and looked into the distance.  After a moment, he shook his head heavily: "This is impossible! I have to kill him. That guy is my enemy. Even if I don't do it, others will not let him go."  "If you want to conquer the world, you must kill every competitor."

    Rockefeller is a great name.

    Starting a business with just one coin does sound a bit fanciful.  However, this is indeed the case. The earliest ancestors relied on their brains and luck to accumulate huge wealth in a short period of time, and eventually evolved into a huge empire that controlled the entire Western Hemisphere and even the world's financial world.  Among them, there are too many questions and unreplicability.  Until the end of the old era, there were still countless people who were fascinated by the old Rockefeller's fortune.  They searched repeatedly for so-called "evidence" in piles of old papers, hoping to use it as the result of their own research.  This kind of behavior, to put it bluntly, is actually looking for food from Si people.  But the Rockefeller family will spend large sums of money to convert the so-called Quanwei and experts intoThe family supports them.  "." They need praise from all aspects, need someone to cheer for them, and need to be recognized by more people.  Whether it¡¯s spreading influence or finding new interests, b¨¤

    At that time, they did it and got everything they wanted.  Toller is also the most curious researcher of family history - he has imagined countless times if the old Rockefeller was not so lucky, or if the first few businesses that accumulated the first pot of gold were ignored.  So now can the family be as lofty as the emperor?  Can he become the center of attention?

    The answer is, of course, an absolute no.

    But no matter what, he is my ancestor and my glory.  It is not allowed to be insulted, and no one is allowed to despise it.

    Thinking of this, a look of fierceness suddenly flashed across Toler's pale face.  He raised his hands and licked the joints of his left hand with force, making a clear "click" sound. Without looking back, he roared loudly into the room behind him: "Jonkerson, you loser,  How long do you want to hide for?"

    The voice was full of rage, the desire for battle and fresh blood, and the overwhelming pressure that could not be resisted.  This act of completely using words and actual power as a threat made it impossible for Jonkerson, who was hiding in the darkness of the room, to remain silent.  I could only shrink my body and reluctantly walked out from behind the curtain.

    "We have done what we should do. Now, it is time to leave."

    He was as bare-headed as y¨¢nghu¨¢ had seen him before, and he still wore the vest-style bulletproof armor.  Perhaps because of being too excited, or because of fear, there was always a dazzling red color on Junkson's fat face.  He tried to keep his eyes wide open and stared at Tolercu's huge arms waving back and forth in the air, shouting impatiently and angrily: "That's enough! We have completed the commission from the United Doctors Association. They only want us to work here.  It's been the twelfth day of the last week. We've done what we have to do, and the reward won't be increased for doing more. I don't want to get into any more trouble. I have to leave now, get out of here now¡ª  ¡ª¡ª¡±

    Toller turned around and looked at Junkson coldly.  Compared with the latter, his appearance is very young, and his smooth skin cannot be more than twenty-five years old.  On the other hand, Junkson was obviously a middle-aged man in his early forties, and his forehead was covered with light wrinkles.  But he was obviously very afraid of Toller.  It's not because of the difference in strength caused by the level of each other's abilities, but because of instinctive fear and subconscious shrinking.

    "I really don't know what you are afraid of?"

    Toller suddenly turned around, grabbed Junkson's collar, pulled him close like a toy, and roared ferociously: "Don't forget, you are a parasitic general, the strongest in the world.  A big existence. Except for Chengduo of the Rockefeller family, no one is your opponent¡ª¡ª

    "you.".  "Do you think I'm Bai Qi who doesn't understand anything?"

    Junkson desperately grabbed his arm, turned his head to the side, and struggled to squeeze out a gap that was barely enough to breathe from the tight collar.  He opened his mouth wide and looked at Toller with horrified eyes, as if someone had pinched his throat and was about to use it.

    The d¨¡ozi screamed like a cocky man: "I, of course I understand the difference between a parasitic warrior and a parasitic general. However, I am not as powerful as you said, including yourself, I am only just  A semi-adult that has not yet fully evolved. Think about it, think about that man, even one to three, he still almost killed Millie and even escaped from under our eyes. If it weren't for those family weapons in the wilderness  If you search carefully on the internet, he won¡¯t be able to si¡ª¡ª¡±

    "We were all deceived. Or maybe even Albert himself didn't understand what a truly complete living being is? Yes, my surname is indeed Rockefeller. But what does that prove? Am I supposed to be born like this?  Charge from the front like a warrior? I don't like the United Doctors Association, and I don't like this desolate, dirty world full of kings. Damn it.".

    "I, I, I, at that time, should never have received the injection of that damn drug. I liked the world in the past. There were cigarettes, alcohol, women, and the most exciting marijuana and sex.  Stimulant. That is the space where human beings should really live, not the current hell where Radiation Riders are everywhere."

    Toller twitched the muscles on his face and slowly relaxed his grip on the collar. He then patted Junkson on the shoulder and pushed him against the wall. He leaned forward and stared at Sisi.  He looked into the other person's eyes and said in a low voice through gritted teeth: "Shut up! I won't allow you to insult Albert. He is the greatest genius in the history of the Rockefeller family. You'd better stay tight to me."  Remember this. I don¡¯t want to hear similar words from your dirty mouth again in the future. What do you actually mean??Nothing is lost, you still get what you want.  Cigarettes, wine, women.  ". "There is everything you need in Michael City, no one dares to deduct your quota, never, ever"

    "You, you know nothing"

    Junkson didn¡¯t know where the courage came from, and he suddenly spat on the ground.  Thick phlegm.  This dark yellow mess of dirty slime obviously had extremely powerful impact energy, so much so that it punched a hole in the concrete floor and penetrated the entire floor.

    "That's different! It's different"

    Junkson's voice became louder and louder: "I need to see the adoring looks in other people's eyes, and I need to see more people crawling at my feet. I once swore that I would play all over the world in my lifetime.  The most beautiful and noble woman in the world. But what about now? The most famous princesses, princesses, supermodels, and wealthy ladies in the old days take turns licking my vagina every night, but I feel no pleasure at all.  Excitement and pleasure. They are not human beings at all, but a group of zombies created by genes. They are a group of white chickens who drag their clothes when they hear orders. They will not resist or refuse.  .I, I, I.¡±  "I'm just playing with a bunch of shit."  "No, it should be played with by a group of shi"

    "We can slightly change the replicator's thinking program."

    Toler suppressed the desire to explode deep in his heart and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "You can make them more humane and meet your requirements."

    Junkson looked at him blankly.  A trace of sadness gradually appeared in his wide eyes.  He shook his head and laughed strangely: "You don't understand! Dear cousin Toller, it seems that you still don't understand anything. Those clones.".  "In the final analysis, they are just toys, toys that we manipulate. They will behave according to the intentions of their creators, but they will never produce concepts of their own. We have created a real world.  fantasy, in the wasteland,

    We are emperors and omnipotent gods.  "." What's the point of being worshiped by one's own creation?  I don¡¯t find the satisfaction of being worshiped in the old days.  You will never understand that at that time, when I racked my brains and argued with the police in court, I overturned the case that was bound to be lost, so that the people who should have been put in jail could not be released again.  The kind of focus shrouded in everyone's eyes with admiration or hatred is more satisfying than any stimulation.  "

    "That's just a misunderstanding in thinking. You are still you. This will never change."

    Toller didn¡¯t know how to persuade Junkson.  He could only try his best to persuade.  However, even he felt that - the words that came out of his mouth were dry and unconvincing, and even he didn't believe it.

    "You are intoxicating yourself¡ª¡ª"

    Jonkerson used force to tune his throat, stood up straight, and stared at him steadily. His voice seemed to be still trying to resist, but his words already contained an element of submission: "I don't know you.  What exactly do you think. But, you have obviously achieved some kind of goal. Just like when we were playing together when we were children, you said you wanted to change to another more handsome face. You got it, and".  "Looks much younger than me too."

    "You, you will see a whole new world."

    Toler suddenly found that his voice had become dry and hoarse, indescribably unpleasant, and he even stuttered.  In my memory, I have never been so out of control.  He licked his lips quickly and changed his tone: "Listen to me, Junction, we must help the United Doctors Association and help them defend this city. I don't want to talk about big things, and I don't want to waste too much time on this issue.  .Think of Millie, she is still undergoing treatment. That is your sister. We cannot let anyone into the treatment area. Throw away those useless weird thoughts in your mind, we have to buy enough time for her  . Three days, seventy-two hours. As soon as the time is up, we will leave here immediately, and there won¡¯t be one more d¨¡i¡ª¡ª"

    It should be admitted that Toller is really good at grasping Junkson's psychology.  The last few words hammered deep into the bald man's brain.  He gradually calmed down, and his chest that was rising violently gradually calmed down.  After about three minutes, Junkerson finally raised his head and asked hesitantly: "You.".  "you sure?"

    Toler nodded heavily.

    "For Millie?"

    "For Millie."

    The guttural sound of Jiatu¡¯s saliva came from Junkson¡¯s mouth.  He clenched his fists and said with difficulty: "Then

    "Okay! I hope you remember what you just said-three days, seventy-two hours.".

    "." People from the Rockefeller family are not born to fight.

      It seems a bit general to say this.  However, it is not difficult to understand In the old days, Rockefeller controlled the top political leaders in almost the entire Western Hemisphere.  They never thought about actually standing on the battlefield and fighting like a hired servant.  Even after receiving virus injections and possessing powerful strength that ordinary people cannot match, they still have no similar experience of actually being in contact with the battlefield.

    Toller and Junkson are no exception.  The former, in the old days, were business elites.  His familiarity with Hual Street and the London Futures Trading Market was no different from that of a soldier on the battlefield.  Similarly, as a lawyer, Johnson's so-called "battle" was just a verbal battle in court.  They have never experienced any mountains and seas, and have only received the most basic combat training.  If we talk about will.  "." I'm afraid it's not as good as the aggressive gangsters on the streets.

    Junkson has never told anyone that he has special powers.

    He didn¡¯t know what language he should use to describe this unique ability.  It is precisely because of this that he is extremely eager to escape from the City of Life No. 19.

    The Skeleton Knights are the earliest organization in the world to have parasites.

    A considerable number of Skeleton Knights produce special abilities through mutation.  Just like the flame, frost, and air barriers that Lin Xiang possesses.  (To be continued)
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