Heavenly Dao Formula Chapter 611: Counter-attack
Baiguoyuan factory area.
Today is still a night of rushing to work all night. With the salary increase, everyone is full of enthusiasm. The founder of the relief society who fought for this change for everyone has received enthusiastic support from everyone, and his reputation among the hired groups is no different.
When Horne returned to the factory and took over from the last group of people, he was greeted with enthusiasm.
He also waved in response one by one.
In his opinion, since the general strike, the whole mental outlook of everyone has become very different from before-he can't say where the specific differences are, but such changes are undoubtedly developing in a good direction.
What I have to say is that they are more like ordinary residents of Azure Fort.
At this moment, Moriel stopped him suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Horn turned his head.
"Um... Gore said there is a new transport task to be handed over to us." He cleared his throat and said, "You are the head of the transport team, so he wants you to go to the office."
"Have a new job?"
"It seems that an unplanned cargo ship arrived at the port. I don't know the specifics."
"I see." Horn nodded. This kind of thing is not uncommon. The boss has more than one factory and shop, and it happens occasionally when we mobilize people to help each other. What's more, this kind of non-Biguoyuan's own work will have a certain amount of extra income, and there will be no resistance to everyone helping out.
It's just that these words are usually passed on by the supervisor. Now it is replaced by a worker. It seems that the supervisor is indeed abiding by the agreement and reducing the supervisor's jurisdiction.
The horn quickly walked into the factory office.
But he didn't see Gore.
Only Manager Philip and a strange man in the room.
"You are here." Philip looked up at him, "Please sit down."
"No, I still have a lot of work to do." Horn replied, "I heard that the factory has new arrangements. Need help from the handling team?"
"Ah... that's right." The other party smiled, "But to be precise, everyone needs to help."
"Everyone?" Horn was startled slightly, "What about the production of jam?"
"Things are prioritized, and there is no other way." Philip said calmly, "If the work there is delayed, it will be quite troublesome for the boss."
Since it was Azie's decision, Horn has nothing to say, "Then what is the job?"
Philip put his hands on his chin, a faint cold light reflected in his eyes.
"Give your souls."
The horn didn't react for a moment.
He repeated it subconsciously, "What did you say?"
"Sorry, I should put it in plain language." Philip seemed to be in a particularly good mood, "You resisted the factory and planned a riot, which caused the boss to suffer undue losses. Now... you should pay off your debt. "
The horn's expression sank.
He immediately turned around to push the door and leave, only to find that the door handle seemed to be nailed to death, and he couldn't move no matter how he turned it!
"This is a small spell that can temporarily turn any room into a secret room. In this way, your conversation will not be known to outsiders." The strange man suddenly said.
"Thank you, Mr. Shadow." Philip spread his hands, "but that's all I have to say, and I will leave it to you. If possible, I hope to hear his sincere dying confession."
They are explaining to themselves.
The horns clenched their fists, what is this...Is that confident and contemptuous?
The steward himself is not to be feared. In other words, this man who possesses a demon known as the phantom is the person he needs to beware of.
Strike first!
The horn body squatted slightly, and then rushed towards the opponent, two powerful hands brought the seat next to him, and the head and face fell down!
After a battle with the supervisor, he has a new understanding of his strength and skill.
Most of the time, people couldn't avoid his full blow.
The ghost is no exception.
He didn't even have time to move a step before the chair hit the top of his forehead!
Crack!
The wooden chair broke to pieces.
The horns were surprised--
From the feel of the hand, the feedback did not seem to hit the body at all, but like it hit a solid steel shell!
Too late to think, he slammed his shoulders incidentally, pushed the mage away, and leaped towards the office window.
Standing by the window can see the factory area, as long as everyone notices the noise here, he has a chance to get out...
With a muffled noise, the horn fell heavily to the ground!
At that moment, he seemed to hit an invisible barrier. The normally fragile glass became an insurmountable wall at this moment.
"Cough--"
As soon as Horn struggled to get up, he felt a tightness in his chest.
He lowered his head, and a twisted tentacled pierced his chest, poking his head from under his clothes.
The phantom pulled him back to his side, half-hung in the air, "It seems that you don't understand what I mean. The so-called secret room is not just a door."
The speaker's wrist has become an octopus-like shape, and his fingers have become dancing tentacles. The opponent slowly pierced his tentacles into his skin and muscles, crawling along his bones, and the tearing pain made the horns scream!
"You should have heard Mr. Philip's words." The phantom stretched out two tentacles slowly and pressed them to his ears—the squiggly squirming touch made the horns sweat all over, "Trust me , You don’t like the feeling of your brain being touched."
Horn found that his hands and feet had gradually become disobedient, as if something was blocking his will.
His muscles were trembling, and the strength he was proud of had disappeared without a trace.
This is reality.
He is just a half-beast, in front of the true owner, he has no power to resist.
Looking at Philip, who looked expectant, Horn opened his mouth with difficulty.
"I, I said..."
The tentacles that had penetrated deep into his ear canal moved back slightly by half an inch.
The unbearable stinging pain got a little relief~IndoMTL.com~ He took advantage of this opportunity, summoned all his strength, took a deep breath, and spit out the saliva in his mouth violently toward the manager!
Philip didn't expect him to make such a move at all, and was thrown up on the spot!
"Go and die!"
The horn growled low.
He does not have the power to resist, but it does not mean that he will never resist.
Especially after he has tasted the taste of standing up.
It is extremely difficult to kneel down again.
The next moment, the tentacles pierced into the horns' head, causing him to twitch violently! Waves of unbearable pain poured into his mind like a tide, tearing his consciousness into scattered pieces. As the chaos and darkness quickly swallowed his thoughts, the last remaining picture was the younger sister who handed the newly woven handkerchief to him.
"Mu...Li..."
The horn's body completely stopped swinging.