Nightmare Attack

His sight slowly swept over the people in front of him from left to right, until the last woman, Jiang Cheng's sight suddenly became subtle.

The woman looked young, and her dress was more mature, with an apricot top and a green skirt, revealing a hint of playfulness in her elegance.

She had a light makeup on her face, like a young person who had just walked out of school and entered the workplace.

She still had an indelible youthfulness on her body.

The woman was very quiet, and her pair of light chestnut eyes gave people an illusion of weakness and non-aggression.

Yes, it was an illusion.

Because Jiang Cheng could clearly feel the hostility hidden in these eyes.

It almost penetrated him.

Jiang Cheng didn't expect to run into an acquaintance here.

Chen Xiaomeng.

She was also the pure girl dressed as a middle school student in the first mission.

After their eyes met for a while, they moved away without a trace.

With the addition of new teammates, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became subtle. No one spoke for a while, and everyone was observing silently.

"It seems that we are lucky," a 40-year-old elegant man looked around and smiled, his voice calm and powerful, "Everyone is very calm. This time there are no newcomers, so it should be much easier."

Jiang Cheng noticed this man when he came. He has a handsome and elegant face, is well-dressed, has an upright posture, and is very conspicuous among the crowd with the embellishment of silver thin-framed glasses.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, saying that his last mission was to team up with three or four newcomers. When he just started the mission, two newcomers fought because of pressure and refused to accept reality.

As a result, the noise was so loud that the police were attracted, which almost delayed the normal development of the plot.

"Will there be police in the mission?"

The one who spoke was a woman. She was very restrained, dressed in a relatively ordinary way, about 35 years old, and maintained in an ordinary way.

Looking closely, there are faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

The man seemed to have guessed the woman's thoughts. He glanced at the latter and smiled: "Although they are police officers, they will not directly intervene in our plot, and the help they provide is limited." Hearing this, the light in the woman's eyes slowly extinguished again. It seems that simply relying on the police to solve the case and complete the mission will not work. "How long have you been here?" Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke. "I arrived about 10 minutes ago," the fat man with a chicken coop hair next to him spoke first. He saw that everyone was looking at him, and his tone unconsciously weakened. He whispered: "I pushed the door and appeared here." "Here you mean" "It's this private room," he pursed his lips, pointed to a residual shoe print on the table, and said embarrassedly: "I stepped out of the door and stood on the table." "Tsk," Jiang Cheng's lips moved, and he couldn't help but think of the fat man in his family. Is there any deal between nightmare and fat man? Otherwise, it doesn't make sense why the birth point of the fat player is so good every time. The last mission, the fat man also stood directly on the table on the third floor of the cafe, facing the school. This nightmare was even worse for him, as he was born in the toilet.

"What about you?" Jiang Cheng looked at the others without giving up.

The answers were varied.

Some were in the kitchen, stewing the braised pork, some were in the bed in the upstairs room, but more people were born in the private room, but not as directly as the fat man with the chicken coop head.

"Brother," the fat man with the chicken coop head seemed to suddenly realize something, and glanced at him, "You are the only one who was born in the toilet."

Jiang Cheng leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair covered with cloth, and said carelessly: "It doesn't matter," and then he continued in a rhythmic tone: "Didn't you stand on the table to be born?"

The fat man with the chicken coop head looked at him with a puzzled look.

"I have a fat friend who was also born standing on a table," Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said, "It was during the last mission."

The chicken-coop head was stunned for a moment, hesitating for a moment, "Then what?"

"Forget it," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, his attitude suddenly became serious, "It's important to complete the mission first, I'm still waiting to go back to visit my friend, it's his seventh day on Saturday."

The chicken-coop head fat man: "???"

Although the elegant man brought the topic back on track in time, the chicken-coop head fat man seemed to be more or less autistic.

According to the elegant man, the place they are currently in is a town called Anping.

The town is not big, even in that era, it is still a very backward existence.

This hotel is the only hotel in the town. It looks large, but in fact it has only three floors in total.

They are currently on the first floor, the hotel's own restaurant.

The second and third floors are where travelers stay.

After saying this, he explained the source of the news. He did not leave the hotel, but was told to him by the guests and the owner of the hotel during a casual chat.

"It seems that this is the location where our mission will be carried out," Chen Xiaomeng acted very calmly, which was very different from her in the first mission.

"Heh"

A light laugh with full irony sounded.

Then, a charming woman's voice came out slowly: "That's hard to say. Based on the current situation, you dare to say such a thing. Do you think your life is too long?"

Jiang Cheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a charming woman leaning on the back of the chair. The woman's eyes were shining, like a charming snake.

Chen Xiaomeng was about to refute——

"Say less," the elegant man's face showed a trace of distress.

Jiang Cheng understood clearly, no wonder that as soon as he appeared, the man mentioned that the plot progress was affected due to team disharmony in the last mission.

It turned out that they were secretly beating up these two women.

Judging from the current smell of gunpowder, the two of them may have had a dispute before he came.

"The situation is unclear now, please don't get into trouble," the elegant man said, half comforting and half knocking.

In terms of leadership, he is similar to Fan Li in the first book, but his skill level is obviously better than that of the latter.

After he said this, the enchanting woman and Chen Xiaomeng shut up.

This made Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"Now please introduce yourselves," the elegant man said, "your title, occupation, and the direction or skills you are good at." He paused and added: "This is very important."

Then he took the lead to set an example, looked at the crowd and said: "My name is Zhou Rong, I am the vice president of Qiancheng International Group, and I am good at big data analysis."

He didn't give the others a chance to refuse, and immediately looked at the next person next to him.

He was a thin middle-aged man, dressed more formally, but his small eyes could not hide his tiredness. He couldn't stand Zhou Rong's gaze and quickly replied: "My name is Jiang Zhongyi, and I am a trainee pastor. good at"