Chapter 218 Chapter 218
"Host, this is a character card of SSS rarity——" the salvation system screamed.
Qingtong: "Hmm..."
“SSS-level cards are extremely rare in the entire card pool. There are only a few of them. Compared to the total number of cards that is too numerous to count, it’s like winning a big prize to draw one of these few SSS-level cards!!”
Qingtong: "Ah..."
“This is worth celebrating!”
"System, I remember you said that hero cards have the highest rarity, S, and weird cards have the lowest rarity, S, right?"
Savior System: “Yes, what’s wrong?”
"Hehe." Qingtong's expression was a little gloomy. "This means that this is also a weird card. I always draw weird cards, but I got an SSS card from a bunch of S or higher rarity cards. Is it weird?"
For other people, this probability is as low as the moon hitting the earth, but for Qingtong who only drew a strange vest, this is an ordinary low-probability event that he will win one day as long as he continues to draw cards.
It's just that I won the prize in advance.
Don’t talk about the number of cards in the pool. Ninety percent of the pool is filled with hero cards. Did you see him draw one?
For Qingtong, the 90% hero card pressure does not exist at all.
"And what I want is a character card to pretend to be the leader. This image... is he 1.2 meters tall?"
"This... the host can measure the height after playing." The Savior System knows every character card in the card pool, but the information will not be recorded in too much detail. At least, insignificant data such as height will not be used to occupy the database of the Savior System.
"It's too late to change to another alias now." Qingtong sighed.
Now, including the new alias Li Tu, everyone has shown their faces in front of the public. Everyone basically understands their personalities, at least they know that none of them is the boss of the Lantern Organization. Currently, among all the aliases, only the Curse Priest has the temperament and attitude to pretend to be a leader. However, this alias also revealed in a weird live broadcast that he was just following orders.
He really has no more vests to use.
Forget it, let him be a shota. No one says that a cute boy can’t be a leader and lead a group of dangerous weirdos, right?
Qingtong opened the interface of the new character card and planned to watch the CG to get a preliminary understanding of what kind of card it was.
After the CG is turned on, the first thing that appears in front of you is a field of low grass. Scattered lavender flowers bloom on the green grass, adding a touch of color to the green land.
Suddenly, a small head popped out from the bushes, and a few grass leaves were stuck to the cute boy's ponytail.
The playful boy showed a cute smile and stood up.
The brown tree emerged from the earth, wrapped around the boy, and contained him in its trunk. The tree continued to grow upwards, sprouting branches and green leaves, gradually becoming lush, and then blooming and bearing fruit.
A gust of wind blew, and the boy poked his head out from between the branches to look around. He seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly dived back into the trunk of the tree.
A group of hunched-over people were approaching this side. They were dressed in rags and no one knew what disaster had befallen them. They saw the ripe fruits on the trees from afar and happily ran to the trees, shouting for joy. They wanted to pick the fruits, but something emerged from the soil under the trees and dragged all of them into the ground in the blink of an eye.
The picture moves downward, from the beautiful scene of green trees and purple flowers on the ground to the dark underground world. The winding tree roots are like thick pythons, entwining the bodies of those poor people. The roots pierce their bodies, using these poor people as nutrients to feed the trees, or the young boy with an innocent smile.
Qingtong turned off the CG and closed his eyes.
As expected of an SSS-level weird card, it is more ferocious than the ones I drew before.
Taking another look at the character on the card, the ponytailed boy had his lips curled up, smiling innocently.
However, after watching the CG, looking at the boy's innocent smile again, it seems bloody no matter how you look at it.
"System, notify all vests and contact Si Zai to meet at Jiuxia Mountain on New Year's Day."
Salvation System: "Okay——"
"By the way, tell them that I, this card, am the leader. Even if I look like a henchman, at least give me some respect!"
"Don't worry, host. Weird can sense how powerful the other party is. Besides, all the vests are the host's clones. Of course, they will respect the most core original body."
Qingtong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Really? I don't think so."
At least the paper man guy is definitely not very obedient.
Hope everything goes well on New Year's Day.
*
Philadelphia, United States.
It was not long after Christmas, but the streets were still filled with the lively atmosphere after the holiday. Some of the decorative lights on the streets had not been removed because the New Year was just a few days away.
Although the United States does not attach much importance to the New Year compared to Christmas, some places still hold grand New Year celebrations on that day.
For example, in Philadelphia, a flower float parade with singing and dancing will be held during the New Year.
Most of the people walking on the street are in high spirits. They are gathering with relatives and friends during the year-end holidays and enjoying the rare leisure time of the year.
A man in a gray woolen coat bought a hot dog and coffee on the street, and then left quickly. He walked hurriedly with an anxious look on his face, which was out of tune with the lively atmosphere on the street.
No one paid attention to him. After opening the lid of the cup and taking a sip of coffee, the man looked around and determined that no one was paying attention to him, so he turned and walked into an alley.
The man's eyes searched the alley. He walked back and forth several times, his fingers slowly stroking the wall, as if confirming something.
Finally, the man stopped in the middle of the alley, took out a carving knife, and carved a double-ring mark on the wall. Then he used the knife to scratch a small wound on his finger, squeezed out the blood and rubbed it on the mark. The mark immediately turned black after being stained with blood, and then slowly disappeared.
The man nodded with satisfaction, left carefully and headed to the next location.
*
It’s still the United States, but this time it’s in the capital of the United States.
A man in a cleaner's uniform pushed a cart into a building from the back door. On the metal plate at the front door of the building was printed the words 'Uncanny Intelligence Bureau and Security Protection Department'.
The cleaner was wearing a baseball cap, and he pulled the brim of the cap down low, hiding his face.
The cleaner quickly skipped the lobby on the first floor and went directly to the second floor. Then, carrying cleaning tools, he entered each room in the building one by one.
There was no one in the first few rooms. After the cleaner swept the floor and collected the garbage, he looked around the office and left.
As soon as I came out, I ran into the owner of this office. He looked at the cleaner in surprise and asked, "Is it time to clean the bathroom now?"
"Well, aren't we cleaning now?" The cleaner raised his head, a look of confusion and bewilderment on his freckled face. "Sorry, I'm new here, and I was only tasked with cleaning this building... Do I have to work according to the time?"
"Of course, this isn't the kind of hotel where you can just come and go and clean up." The man frowned in dissatisfaction. He glanced at the trash can in the cart and said, "You didn't treat the important documents as trash, did you?"
"No, I was very careful. I only cleaned the floor and emptied the office trash can. I didn't touch anything else."
"Great. At least you're not stupid in this regard. This is the Bureau of Weird Investigations, and there are a lot of important documents." The man opened the door and entered the office. Suddenly he thought of something and turned to the cleaner and said, "Wait, are you hiring new cleaners recently?"
The cleaner looked at the man and said, "I came here last month. Mr. White, who works here, fell and got hurt. I came here to replace him."
"White...ah, I remember." The man nodded and walked into the office. Before closing the door, he patted the cleaner on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The cleaner walked away pushing the cart, but after only a few steps he stopped, lowered his head, rubbed his face which was beginning to deform slightly, and then restored his normal appearance before continuing to walk forward.
I thought I was discovered.
The cleaner pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Only the awakened and the elite among the elite can work in the Bureau of Special Intelligence and the Security Protection Department. They thought they were so powerful.
It's quite deceptive.
The cleaner familiarized himself with the routes and office locations in the building and left the building with his cart.
Arriving in a dark warehouse, he put his hands on his face and rubbed it, rubbing off a layer of mud. His appearance also changed. From a young man with freckles on his face who had just entered society, he became a stale uncle with stubble in his thirties.
"I'm familiar with the route." said the wasteful uncle.
Two people walked out of the darkness, one of them was holding a freckled young man who was sleeping sideways. It turned out to be the cleaner disguised by the useless uncle.
"Excuse me."
"It doesn't matter if it's a problem or not." The old man drew a double ring on his chest. "Everything is a fight for our beliefs."
"Fight for what we believe in." The other two responded in a low voice.
"What should we do with this guy?" the useless uncle asked, pointing at the freckled young man who was sleeping soundly.
"He will sleep until dawn," said the short-haired believer. "The medicine I prepared has some side effects. He will have a headache and a slight fever, which is more like a cold. Then he will not remember anything about today. He will take a few days off when he is 'sick', and when he recovers, everything will be over."
The freckled young man would not have the chance to return to his post, but was met by the man from the Intelligence Bureau who had talked to the useless uncle today, and asked about what happened today.
At least it must not be exposed before their action on New Year's Day.
"A new year, a new beginning. Let us use the loudest bell to announce our existence to the world!"