Seven Hundred and Four, the Number of the Tinder

Although everyone in the camp hoped to have the strong support of the white mask to enter the holy mountain together, but now that the other party is capsized in the gutter, it is useless.

There were dense footsteps in the distance, as if the middle-aged reinforcements had arrived.

Everyone in the camp regretted that a transcendent with such a powerful white mask had capsized in the gutter.

With the opponent's combat power, there are very few people who can match him in frontal combat. Such an extraordinary person should have been prominent in the world, but died halfway.

Maybe he was too arrogant to be plotted against.

"I'm afraid he's in trouble," someone said.

"Oh, I'm so confident."

"Get ready to fight, I think the other party might attack us too!"

For a moment, everyone became tense.

But to everyone's surprise, there was a sudden sound of wailing and gunshots from the direction the middle-aged man left.

"Ah!" A scream came, and everyone in the camp trembled in shock.

"Ah!" came another cry, everyone looked at the night silently, and their heartstrings fluctuated with the screams.

Cheng Yu could tell that the scream belonged to that middle-aged man.

Following the ups and downs of the screams, Cheng Yu showed pity on his face: "This is too miserable..."

Everyone was stunned and didn't expect such a reversal. Didn't the white mask have been shot by the tranquilizer gun? Why did the situation suddenly reverse?

Looking at the current situation, it is clear that the middle-aged man is being hung up and beaten!

Someone suddenly regretted it. I'm afraid that everything that the white mask just showed was just pretending. If he extended a helping hand at a critical moment, wouldn't he gain a valuable friendship?

Unfortunately, this assumption does not hold.

The screams gradually subsided.

Ren Xiaosu, who didn't even come out of the tent in the camp, was a little emotional. He had already guessed that the middle-aged man was Tinder's eyeliner in the team. The other party had already planned to get rid of them, but he was afraid of the white mask so he delayed. It's too late to make a move.

Today the middle-aged man first gave food, but later saw that Lao Xu didn't eat, so he simply used an anesthesia gun.

Because the above explained that he must obtain the white mask gene sample, the middle-aged man simply dragged away the old Xu on the ground, as if dragging a god of death for himself...

Ren Xiaosu felt that with so many transcendents in the camp, this middle-aged man would not be so miserable if he changed his target...

Of course, he can also understand that the Pyro Company is probably too eager to obtain the genetic sample of the white mask, so it is so eager for quick success and quick profit.

The fighting has stopped, and everyone in the camp is staring at the direction where the fighting broke out.

Slowly, a figure slowly appeared in the mist, and the white mask slowly looked around everyone in the camp, as if silently laughing at them for refusing to save them. You know, there are more than ten people here who were rescued by Lao Xu himself. of.

At this moment, none of these people dared to look at the white mask, feeling guilty.

However, Ren Xiaosu didn't continue to yell, but controlled Lao Xu to throw a few badges on the ground, and a group of flames were hollowed out on the badges.

This is what Lao Xu just got from the enemy he killed, which also proves that the middle-aged man is the eyeliner of the fire company.

Cheng Yu walked over and picked up the badge of Tinder: "You are really a Tinder."

In fact, everyone has already thought about it, since so many people from consortiums can mix in the team and want to fish in troubled waters, why can't people from other Tinder companies come in?

Facts have proved many times that the person in charge of tactics in the fire company is very shrewd. Maybe the other party has already prepared a follow-up,

Waiting for Anjing Temple to continue to move.

Thinking of this, many people in the team felt a little bit withdrawn.

If it weren't for the high-ranking people in the consortium who wanted to live forever and gave them a death order, I'm afraid they would have left long ago.

Cheng Yu silently looked at the other people in the camp. Everyone was sitting or standing looking at this side. He suddenly wondered, would there be people from the Pyro Company here?

"Everyone knows that everyone in the Pyro Company needs to have their number tattooed on their ribs," Cheng Yu said in a deep voice, "This is a recognized symbol of the Pyro Company, no matter whether he is T31092 or T5102 , this number must be under the left rib, so in order to avoid the eyeliner of the fire company in the team, we need to check ourselves first today to see if there are such tattoos under the left and right ribs of everyone."

It's no secret that Tinder company members have serial numbers under their left ribs. Many people know that after entering Tinder and confirming that the genes can be modified, getting a serial number on the tattoo is the first step, and it's inevitable.

Moreover, Tinder’s method of confirming the number is also amazing, because it only detects your gene sequence, and can confirm whether you are T3 or T5 in the end, and clarify the height you can reach in the future, and there are very few mistakes.

Pyro always believes that talent determines everyone's level, and classes from T1 to T5 exist naturally.

As for whether there is a higher level above T5, outsiders don't know, but some people have guessed, maybe there is T6.

Now, although the self-examination proposed by Cheng Yu violated each other's privacy, none of them refused, and there was no reason to refuse.

Men check each other's men, and women check each other's women, and everyone doesn't want to have people from the Tinder company around them.

The self-examination went very smoothly. During this process, Cheng Yu and his assistants were always on guard against people from the Tinder Company fleeing, but the result was that after the entire inspection, a person with a tattoo on his rib Not found.

Cheng Yu thought for a while and suddenly said to Old Xu: "Can you please check the body of the middle-aged man just now to see if there is a tattoo number on his body?"

Old Xu nodded and went out, and after a while he came back with a piece of leather with the words T31029 tattooed on it.

Cheng Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "The crisis is temporarily lifted."

He asked Lao Xu to check it out because he was worried that Pyrotech would train people who would be specially used as spies, and they would not have tattoos.

After all, it is well known that Tinder members have tattoos. What if this is common knowledge deliberately released to you by the Tinder company? Then stab you again when you are not paying attention, which is also normal.

But now it seems that everyone on the other side has tattoos, at least the middle-aged man has them.

"Wait, why is there a missing person?" Someone carefully counted the number: "This inspection can't miss anyone. There is one less male. Could it be that he has escaped?"

After hearing this, Ren Xiaosu looked around at everyone. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the young man who secretly made a mark before was missing?

Cheng Yu also found out about Wang Yun's disappearance. He walked to the door of Wang Yun's tent and opened the curtain. He saw Wang Yun lying in the tent, foaming at the mouth, with a bitten compressed biscuit next to him...

"What's going on?" Cheng Yu touched Wang Yun's neck artery: "He's still alive, but how could he be poisoned suddenly..."