Ace of the Dragon Division

665. 664 chapter 665: The true meaning of the alien Totem

When Stansson came to the rented office building and opened the door, he saw that there was only a simple desk, a computer, and a small table in a thousand square meters. Mario was pressing hard to remember the order. .

After Steinson came in, he looked at Mario and Chekhov.

When Boss said that he would send two people to serve as the CEO of the mandala company, he was very puzzled and checked the background of the two people and the history of the big company.

As a result, everything is blank.

He took the takeaway and placed it on the table: “Eating.”

Mario directly transferred the three landlines to the call and then walked over and pulled the bag to start gorging.

When he was eating very slowly, Statham said to the two people: “You should know that the mandala is being stared at? For example, the FBI is trying to give the mandala a technical formula for other rich people. They can’t find people. Now you both emerged. Are you afraid of not being afraid? I heard that many big group Boss have a stake in mandala like a tiger watching his prey. Commercial spies will probably enjoy it later. Drill here.”

Chekhov still looked at his pizza and watched his football.

Statham looked forward to Mario: “Do you have any way?”

In fact, he just wants to test the background or ability of the two people called by Boss. To be exact, he wants to know if there are any resources and patrons in the alien to avoid such targeted problems.

However, Chekhov has no bird.

Mario was busy eating, and there was no bird.

After feeling a bit of a grin, Steinson coughed: “A week ago, I joined a different customer and became a Level 1 member.”

He is reminding two people: We are all the way, don’t don’t give face.

Chekhov continued to watch his live broadcast.

Mario continues to lick his meal.

Statham felt that he was ignored.

He deliberately said: “When Boss first came to the United States, I followed him.”

This band barely fell, and Chekhov turned to look at him.

Mario also raised an eyebrow and glanced at Steinson.

“Are you busy? If it is, trouble to pick up the order for me.” Mario said to him.

Statham is speechless, he feels like he has seen Boss and Boss! Can not be so ignored.

“I said two, so I am also a person around Boss. I have to watch the Master, give me a face, and tell me what plans the organization has for the development of this mandala. Rest assured, I have been pious in front of the messenger. I am loyal to my loyalty, so please be assured that I am my own.”

Mario chewed the dish in his mouth and asked: “Has the messenger told you that there are restrictions on each level of the member council? For example, don’t ask if you shouldn’t ask.”

Statham: “Dare to ask two members is a few levels? I heard that Level 5 members of the following councils are almost all members without real power.”

Chekhov and Mario looked at each other and then laughed: “We don’t have a grade.”

Statham smiled: “Then I am a member of the ranks, can you order you? Then tell me quickly, how do you plan to cope with the preparation of the mandala for this crisis?”

Mario looked at Stansson: “Looking at you as early as Boss, I can tell you about the extra level of hierarchy information.”

Statham looked at him blankly.

Mario said: “Angel Level 5, the devil Angel Level 7, whether it is Level 1 or Level 12, is nothing more than Angel. And there is a more authoritative level, called the trial arbitrator.”

Statham: “Judgement arbitrator?”

Mario nodded: “Look at your tattoo and look at it.”

Statham opened the tattoo on his chest, a hand shrouded in Earth.

“What does this have to do with tattoos? The messenger told me that this is just Totem.”

“Totem naturally has an implication. Totem’s cover of Earth is the hand. I tell you what it represents. It is the trial arbitrator. On the level, 12 wing Angel can only be in Earth, and there is that hand.”

Statham startled: “So the two are the arbiter? What is the arbiter doing?”

Chekhov pointed to Mario Teased: “You saw it, like him, responsible for being a salesman.”

Mario glanced at Chekhov and then looked at Steinson and said: “The arbiter is responsible for one thing.”

Statham: “What?”

Mario squeezed two words out of his teeth and said, “Kill!”

“Kill?… killing? Who is going to kill?”

After hearing these two words, Statham didn’t know why, and felt the scalp numb.

“Everyone has anything, any organization that wants to extend a hand or a foot from this Totem Earth will be cut off! For example… you advertise the content of our conversation, then you will not see the second The sun of the sky!”

Mario saw that he had finished speaking stanson swallowed saliva and said, and some laughed out: “Of course, you are the person around your Boss, that is your own, you don’t have to be afraid.”

Statham nodded sighed in relief.

“So, can I know what level of membership my Boss belongs to?”

Chekhov asked: “Did you Boss tell you?”

Statham shook his head: “No, I asked the messenger not to say.”

Chekhov and Mario looked at each other and laughed at him: “As you get higher with your level, you will know.”

“I know that this time I am responsible for supporting the socialists for Boss. If I do this, I will upgrade myself to Level 5 Bright Angel. I just want to ask two people, like me, Level 5 Reality Level 6 Devil Angel is hard?”

鈥淚t鈥檚 not difficult.鈥?Chekhov said: 鈥淗ave you said that? Just watch the Master, you must see the Master, you are Level 5 Bright Angel, and the other demon Angel said that you are the red person around Boss, I promise to 12 wing Angel later. Will marry you.”

Statham is very clever: “My Boss is actually a trial ruling, right?”

Chekhov: “Have I said that?”

Statham laughed: “It goes without saying, guess it.”

Mario Laughed.

It鈥檚 just that he didn鈥檛 tell Stansson: If the hands on Earth鈥檚 cover are the judges who represent them, who is the hand?

On top of that, there is a highest level, this hand is actually the hand of Xu Cheng!

“That it’s on me asked, how do you become a trial arbitrator?” Statham asked again.

“Become a trial ruling?” Mario stopped the action of eating and looked at Stanson: “It’s very simple.”

Statham: “Then you look at me, can’t you?”

Chekhov took a fruit knife from the desk drawer and threw it into the table where Mario was eating. He said, “Cut your whole palm, you can become a trial arbiter, cut a Hand, meaning to hand your hand to a stranger, then you can be that hand!”

(The three chapters are completed, continue tomorrow)