The Dark King

Mellon Foundation, the scavenger headquarters.

The carriage came gallop and stopped in front of the door. Du Dian came down from the carriage and looked up at the huge building that was sleeping. Stepping up the steps and coming to the front of the hall, I saw that there was nothing in the air. There were several consorts of scavengers in front of the hall. Tour information before the announcement.

This announcement card specifically announces the information required by the scavengers, mainly the changes in the various areas under the walled Mellon consortium, or changes in other areas. Du Dian glanced at him as he entered the door, and he could see a piece of information on the announcement card. One of them was the news of the No. 8 area. The general meaning is that there is a walking dead in the No. 8 area, temporarily blocked, please scavengers Do not enter.

Du Di'an knows that in addition to occasionally being assigned by the consortium to a specific area to pick up the wasteland, the scavengers are free to move when they travel at other times. They can go to any scavenger area under the Mellon consortium without restrictions. Therefore, most scavengers will come to understand the latest changes in each area before each trip, in case they encounter the dangers they face.

After all, although these areas have been swept away, how the corpses and monsters will pay attention to the ground lines that people have divided, often break into some areas that have already been picked up, just like the "fears" that Du Di'an met.

After Du Dian glanced at it, he followed the corridor on the inside of the hall and went upstairs.

"Hey, Dean?" Suddenly a voice came.

Du Di'an looked away, but Peit was holding a cup of hot coffee. He just came out of the office and smiled. "Mr. Pete."

"The materials you picked up have not been estimated yet. Are you here?" Pete said strangely.

Du Di'an is equally strange. Didn't he hear about his own affairs? Suddenly, the hunter's business seems to need to be kept secret. The ordinary scavengers can only rely on qualifications like Scott, and hear and hear some gossip. It was just that Du Di'an didn't expect that Peit's identity didn't get the news. He immediately embarrassedly avoided the topic and said: "Let me come over, it seems that I am looking for something."

Peit stunned, suddenly thought of something, twisted his brow, and said to himself: "No, ah, even if you doubt, you will not doubt the newcomers to you..." Looking at Du Di'an's confused eyes, he hesitated. A moment, close to Du Dian whispered: "I guess looking for you above is about the corpse of the eighth district. I have heard about it, and in this eighth district change, there is a hunter who died. A message from the hunter’s headquarters a few days ago, I have to thoroughly check out your scavengers who entered the eighth district. However, there is no reason to doubt these newcomers. Don’t worry too much, just pay attention to it.”

Du Di'an couldn't help but squat, and the whole body was slightly erected, just like the dangerous instinct, but soon he found that he was too big and his face quickly returned to nature. He smiled and said: "It turns out, I still wonder, thank you. Mr. reminder!"

Pete smiled and said: "I look at you very well, work hard!" After that, he left with hot coffee.

Du Di'an looked at the back of his departure and slowly turned his head back. The smile on his face was gone, his eyes narrowed and the cold light disappeared. He thought that the Hunter Headquarters would investigate the eighth district at most and look for it from the scene. Looking for traces, I did not expect to extend the scope of the investigation to their scavengers. Although he is not afraid, such a big action is enough to explain the hunter's headquarters. It is very serious to deal with this matter!

In his mind, he quickly recalled the traces of his own treatment. He suddenly thought of something. This magic mark is the ability of every hunter. Then, will other hunters have special abilities, such as his keen sense of smell?

Thinking of this, his fingers are slightly clenched, and his mind is determined. Even if the above investigations are made, they must be killed!

He looked at the steps ahead, his expression calmed down and walked step by step.

The scavengers' headquarters consists of four floors, each with guard duties. This is a private guard selected from the aristocrats belonging to the Mellon Foundation. Only the nobility has the right to recruit private armed forces, but the quota is limited. This is also the foundation that the consortium can stand on. One of the basic requirements.

On the fourth floor, Du Di'an stood in front of the cloister. I didn't know which door to knock on. I suddenly thought of the two attendants along the stairs. I immediately asked them about the room of Mr. Hutton. After getting the guidance, I immediately found the left. A dark red lacquered wooden door on the side of the room, gently ringing.

The door opened, and the door opened was a middle-aged housekeeper. Looking up and down Du Di'an, he smiled and said: "You are Du Di'an who has joined the consortium. Please come in."

Dudian nodded slightly and entered the room.

The brilliant light suddenly hit him, and the faint aroma came from all corners of the room. His foot was extremely soft and it was a deep red blanket. He glanced at the room quickly and accurately, and everything was in the eye. All the tables, chairs, sofas, desks and paintings were extremely expensive, and a crowded elegance and rich atmosphere crowded over.

His heart sighed with a deep sigh, looking at the position above the room, a huge female oil painting under the figure, this is a strong middle-aged man, a thick eyebrow star, a bit of killing cold temperament, At the same time, there are a bit of vicissitudes and laziness. The most eye-catching is the side of his chin, near the neck, with a long finger scar.

The location of this scar is shocking, and people can't help but think that if they deviate from half a centimeter, they may cut the carotid artery.

"Little guy, come and sit." The middle-aged man looked at Du Di'an, and he was surprised in the eyes and smiled.

Du Di'an saw him with a mild attitude. He knew that he was not asking about the hunter. He was relieved and went to sit in front of the sofa opposite him.

"I have seen your resume, the measured radiation value is only 0.88, less than one!" The middle-aged 'Filton' gently opened the desktop and smiled at Dudyan: "This time you just got From the outside of the wall, the radiation value in the body has just broken one, but when you just come back, the radiation content in the body is too high. After a while, the body will automatically adjust and adapt, and the radiation content should be reduced by about 0.1 point. In terms of radiation, the radiation content is still less than one. Little one, you know, this is the radiation content that hunters have?"

Dudian nodded slightly, not surprisingly.

"So, you can make a magic mark, it is not strange, but I want to know, where is your magic mark... Where did you come from?" Xiaodun smiled slightly, his eyes slowly picked up, as if Examine every subtle change in Du Di'an's face.