When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 25
The sun was shining brightly outside, but Boss Liao's shop seemed a little deserted.

This kind of desertedness does not mean that there is no traffic. When Nanke came in for the first time, there was no one in the shop, but the atmosphere of the whole shop at that time was clearly showing the idleness of cloud and wild crane;

After all, Boss Liao didn't open this shop to sell goods to make money. He just wanted to find a place for himself to cultivate his sentiments.

At this time, the store is still the same, the decoration of the store is still light and elegant, but the atmosphere and feeling are obviously different.

Boss Liao sat alone behind the tea table, with tea leaves and boiling water in front of him. Wisps of water vapor rose up and wrapped him in it, creating a sense of smoldering smoke everywhere.

There are still a few objects on the shelf at the back. If you look carefully, almost none of them are intact, and there are more or less cracks.

It's not because someone came to make trouble and mess up the scene. With his current status, ordinary gangs really dare not provoke him, and those who dare to provoke him will not engage in such low-end and clumsy methods.

Most of those decorations were smashed when he was angry these two days when he was angry.

It is unrealistic to say that you are not angry at all when you are bullied on your face, step on it a few times, and want to spit.

But when a person reaches middle age, he can be as angry as a young man without any scruples. He knows what he should do, what he can do, and what he wants to do. Therefore, those decorations can only be considered unlucky.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and two men in suits and leather shoes with meticulously combed hair walked in.

Boss Liao didn't get up, he was sitting just facing the door of the store, and he saw these two people when they were still outside.

They came in a black full-size SUV, and if nothing else happened, there were still people in the SUV parked across the road to follow.

Boss Liao didn't say hello.

But the two men were conscious, they pulled out two stools on their own, and then sat down opposite Boss Liao.

One of them reached out to pour himself a glass of water, but Boss Liao moved the kettle away first.

"Closed today."

"Hehe." The man smiled, didn't care, put his hand down and patted his lap, "Has Boss Liao thought it through?"

Boss Liao glanced at the man, and said with a smirk: "I need to think about what, you are not capable of finding clues, so you come to me to vent your anger?"

He was afraid of the Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau, but that didn't mean that the other party sent two cats, cats and dogs at random, so he had to wait in a low voice.

What's more, he is different now from three days ago, when he didn't know what to do.
Now, he has.

Although the bottom is not by his side, at least he can harden his mouth.

The man kept a smile on his face and said, "How do you know we have no clues?"

"Heh, if you can really find out something about me, will you still be nice to me here?"

Boss Liao knew their virtues and work style.

The 'National Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistic Support Bureau' has undergone several rectifications and reorganizations since World War II, and several batches of personnel have been changed, but its specific functions have not changed much, and they are basically focused on supernatural events and terrorist incidents. processing aspects.

Yes, Boss Liao did not deny that they did contribute in these two aspects.

But in essence, Boss Liao can really tell you how many things happened under that layer of majestic and upright skin.

After all, he has had a lot of contact with them over the years, even some 'dirty work', and he is personally responsible for wiping their ass behind.

No matter how you show your neutrality, it is an organization that needs to ask for money from the outside world. Although it is directly under the jurisdiction of the Security Council, behind the Security Council, there is also a funder.

Between countries, between capital and capital, under the entanglement of interests of various forces, it is almost impossible for it to maintain true independence, unless their director can be tough and not take a point from the Security Council money.

The man still had the same expression, as if he had just done it semi-permanently. He put his hands on the coffee table in a leisurely manner, picked up a brush for cleaning the teapot, and brushed the coffee table.

"If we really didn't find anything, why did we come to you?" The man said while brushing the coffee table, "There are so many forces in New York, we only looked for you, which has already explained the problem."

Boss Liao narrowed his eyes and didn't respond, "Then tell me, what did you find?"

The man's tone became low, "The dust has not settled yet, if you hand him over now, we can protect you for a while, and you won't waste money on covering up."

He got up slightly, pressed towards Boss Liao, and threw the brush in his hand into the tea basket next to him, "How long can you last if you spend 3000 million yuan every day? Besides, do you really think you can be foolproof?
Use money to pave the way, yes, I admit that you can delay the time, but our people will always find Han Mo, and then we have to follow the rules and regulations, even if we want to cherish the past, you have no way. "

This is actually very obvious.

They even know 3000 million things every day.

but.
Boss Liao just reached out to pick up the brush. Although his expression could not hide his panic, he still grinned, "I really thought that you never negotiated with terrorists, why now, ha ha."

The man's expression finally changed. He was not angry, but rather stunned and surprised.

He sat down again, looked at Boss Liao, tapped his fingers on the coffee table, "I really want to know, what kind of support do you have."

Boss Liao gritted his teeth, squeezed out a distorted expression, and said, "Guess, actually, I think you have another choice, that is to pretend you can't see, and wait for someone to go back by yourself. Say, it's the same."

"Hehe, will you compromise with the gangsters on the side of the road?" The man put his hands on his knees and flicked the dust on them.

Boss Liao calmed down, showing a meaningful smile, "After all, you all want to be beaten."

After being beaten and hurt, I can speak well.

The scorching sun was shining outside, the chirping of cicadas resounded through the streets, and the grass and trees on the side of the road shook gently in the breeze, as if to vent the heat in the body.

In a certain industrial park, the factory buildings are neatly arranged step by step, like scale-shaped clouds floating on the blue background wall.

Nan Ke was sitting in one of the factory buildings, watching the 'heat wave' shaking the grass and trees outside through the window, and felt that the air conditioner was one of the greatest inventions in the world.

Beside him, a crimson grimace floated in the air awkwardly, every movement was very slight, for fear that he would offend the person next to him.

The reason why humans are afraid of demons is because demons often symbolize fear and torture;
And for this Yazakana, what Nanke inflicted on it was also fear and torture, so in its eyes, Nanke was equivalent to a 'demon within a demon'.

Its status is close to that of "calcium in calcium" in health care products.

At this time;

The 'Magic in the Devil' suddenly turned to look at it, showing a smile that made it terrified, and said: "Do you think the environment here is better, or the street environment in front of the store?"

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(End of this chapter)