Even though Salomon had shown Stephanie many secrets, whether it was the Immortal City or the deep green shade that seemed to be shrouded in hundreds of years of growing wildly, only a small number of faint and blurred spots were projected to illuminate the ornaments he hung on his windbreaker. Stephanie could see clearly that the light reflected by the silver button was only reflected.

Salomon is a person who is good at keeping secrets. Few people in this world can know all his secrets except the Supreme Mage. Beyonita is one, but she doesn't care about these things. As long as Salomon acts like a qualified husband at home and creates a family dream that can make her indulge in, she doesn't care about anything.

Although Salomon invited Stephanie to hunt with him to accompany the increasingly irritable internal affairs supervisor to relax, when he issued the order, Stephanie knew that his purpose was not that simple - Salomon left the Immortal City more like giving the lurking Sculu people room to play. He seemed to have expected that a spy had infiltrated the Immortal City and made sufficient plans. Stephanie knew nothing about this plan, and she could only send command codes that she could not even understand according to the instructions given by Salomon.

The only thing she could identify was an order sent to the Imperial Guards and the Black Armor interrogator, which required the arrest of everyone in a certain statistical department. If nothing unexpected happens, the people in this department should be Skuru. She didn't know when Salomon discovered the lurking Skuru, but if she had the chance, she would definitely review the personnel transfer documents.

"I am so naive that I actually thought you wanted to relax with me." Stephanie frowned, and the sourness in her tone almost overshadowed the stench of death. This action was not so much a hunting, but more dissatisfied with her that Salomon did not tell her about this.

"These two things do not conflict, aren't they?" Salomon shrugged and took out the data terminal from Stephanie's waist bag. His clothes couldn't carry too much, and in fact he didn't even carry his own phone. "This battle to capture the Skuru settlement is not difficult. The real difficulty lies in the invisible blade." He lowered his head and browsed the numbered information on the chip. "So these are two battles. One purifies the Skuru and the other purifies itself. I have got what I want. If you think this hunting still makes sense, let's continue. I promise your weapon can cut the next Skuru's body, how about?"

"Trade!" Stephanie nodded with a smile. The Malik family will not wait for the owner to give up the reward. They must fight for what they want. It is a good thing for the superiors to see their goals. Only in this way can they not be suspected. This way of doing things is almost engraved into the Malik family's genetic genes. "These claws belong to me." She said, "And your black bear skin, I heard that you killed this bear with bare hands to protect the fur perfection."

"Strictly speaking, it was trying to steal the fish I caught, and later I found out that it had several bear cubs. Now those bears are kept by me in Oxfordshire estates, you can't imagine how naughty they are. This is an interesting story, let's talk as we go..."

When a large group of black-armored interrogators kicked open an office door in the statistics department with electric shocks, everyone in the office who was working hard on numbers was startled. This was just a small department for stating vehicle tires. It was not very important for those who could be assigned to work here. Until the interrogators started to subdue them with electric shocks, they still didn't understand what was going on. Even the guards wearing golden power armor and holding long halberds walked in, and some people shouted loudly that they were loyal. This was a misunderstanding or something - Constantine waved his finger, and the black-armored interrogators strengthened the electric shocks, and all disguised as vulnerable under such strong pain, as fragile as paper pasted on window frames.

"Except him." Before increasing the pain, Constantine said, pointing to the desk in the corner. The black-armored interrogator immediately let go of the man as ordered. The man who had climbed up from the desk saluted the guards with a gloomy face and left the office silently in full view of the public.

"How is it possible! You are..." The first Skuru man stripped of disguise watched his colleague recover from his true form in amazement. Before that, it had no idea that the other people in the office were their own tribes. He only needed to see the expressions on the faces of other Skuru people, and they were also very shocked. Perhaps except for the released person, all the administrators in the office were Skuru people, and he was responsible for monitoring anything in the office. All the Skuru people in this room were led by that person, performing the farce that the owner of the Immortal City wanted like a puppet.

"You treat us as ornamental animals in the zoo!" The first Skuru people stripped off from disguise stared at the Imperial Guards fiercely. Due to the Immortal City Confidential Ordinance, these Skuru people did not know that an unplanned fellow tribe tried to imitate Constantine into the Immortal City. Also, due to the SHIELD confidential Ordinance, Nick Fury did not tell all the Skuru people lurking into the Immortal City. Their initial identities were the dead of the loyal SHIELD agents in the Hydra Rebellion. Victoria Hand recruited these Skuru people without knowing it. After Nick Fury knew it, he arranged these Skuru people to spy on their own. Even the Skuru people on the Space Station believed that these people died in the rebellion and all contacts had to be passed through the hands of Nick Fury.

Due to the limitation of information transmission, this scene is happening now.

The King of Immortal City put these green-skinned aliens together with interest as if he was fiddling with chess pieces, letting them guard against each other, investigate and test each other, and maybe they would watch their comedy in their spare time. No one knew when Salomon realized this, perhaps he was ready when he killed the Skuru who pretended to be Nick Fry, or perhaps he prepared the plan when he recruited Victoria Hand. But that was many years ago, and although Constantine was training in the killing field of the alien planet until he was old enough, this happened on Earth before he became the Imperial Guard.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't know that you have been to the zoo. This is an intelligence loophole. But it doesn't matter, we will be able to fill this loophole soon. We will know if you feed monkeys or raccoons." Constantine said calmly, "Gentlemen, ladies, please start working as soon as possible. There are another Skuru people in the office that need to be arrested!"

"Procurement department!" said the Skuru man who was too lazy to think of his name gritted his teeth.

It is not a fool, and when he sees the scene in front of him, he naturally understands what's going on.

"Yes, very smart. It's a very important department without any intention." Constantine felt the monarch's sense of humor again. In order to cover up his disguise, the Skuru people often worked hard, and almost never happened. Therefore, a job that would not allow the Skuru people to get in touch with confidentiality, but could allow them to perform meaningless and very important work. It is obviously a very appropriate arrangement to make them purchase toilet paper for everyone in the Immortal City. Unfortunately, there is only one department in this way.

The other Skuru people can only arrange them in other boring departments, such as the departments that purchase shampoos and lipsticks. These departments should be integrated, but the situation is special, so they are separated from the procurement departments. The King of the Immortal City has already suggested to these Skuru people that their meal wines also have something that other departments would not have. However, the Skuru people are only addicted to green alcohol, in the slight hallucination brought by arthrosterone, and have not truly understood the profound intention of Salomon.
Chapter completed!