Chapter 411: Quantitative change leads to qualitative change

People hiding in fried chicken restaurants and Western restaurants didn't feel anything unusual, but it was cloudy outside.

Tom Cruise's words and deeds were clearly seen by everyone, and everyone applauded him for being kicked away.

Wang Tao was still squatting on the steps at the door. If Zhao Haiyang and the others couldn't deal with these two monsters, then there would be no need for the National Security Company to waste a lot of money on organizing such a team to deal with supernatural incidents.

Although a few team members who had seen Wang Tao take action shouted anxiously: "Master Wang, please help, Captain Zhao's injury has not healed yet, and our Secretary Wu cannot carry out the mission yet."

Zhao Haiyang was very stubborn. He saw blood dripping down from the second floor, but he still gritted his teeth and did not open his mouth to plead.

Wang Tao understood that Zhao Haiyang was a proud man.

He also despises his father for doing such limitless things.

Wang Tao could only throw out a layer of fog, blocking the sight of mortals, and flew to the second floor in person.

He said coldly: "Two against one, how shameless is it?"

Zhao Haiyang wiped the blood from his face and said, "Master, I can do it."

Wang Tao snorted: "Okay, your stubbornness has moved me. Go down and rest. I will catch these two idiots and you will interrogate them later. Just tell me the results."

The lavender shadow in the mist said hoarsely: "It's just a few humans, why should the immortals care. We came down from the heaven together."

Wang Tao laughed and said, "Look at your looks. Do you still have the consciousness to come down from heaven?"

"I originally suspected that there were no demons in this world, and you guys really confirmed my idea."

As soon as the two purple shadows heard Wang Tao's tone, they turned around and ran away.

Wang Tao shot out a golden light, and after a scream, the other one panicked: "Zhou Cao, you are not afraid of thunder."

Wang Tao happily played his "Fantian Seal" again, knocked down another purple shadow, stepped on it and said with a smile: "Brother, I'll teach you to be good. Ugly people study more. You didn't listen to the teacher's words. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes." ”

After saying that, looking at the peaceful sky, Wang Tao finally let go of his worries. Who said he wasn't afraid? He would rather buy another phone.

You can't use any more magic power within twenty-four hours, otherwise the soreness will be felt by everyone.

After tying up the two guys with fairy rope, Wang Tao glanced at Zhao Haiyang, who had not yet finished taking off his chemical protective suit.

He said disgustedly: "You wear such thick clothes when performing tasks. If the artery is injured, wouldn't the person die early?"

Zhao Haiyang was dejected and said for a long time: "Thank you, master. It's my Zhao family that feels sorry for you."

Wang Tao patted him on the shoulder with a rare carelessness and said: "Forget it, it's just a matter of anger. If you really get into trouble, just give me a call."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the two half-dead people on the ground, sighed quietly and said, "Do you have any special means to deal with such people?"

Zhao Haiyang assured: "Taoism eliminates evil and promotes good. Master, you can rest assured."

Wang Tao couldn't bear it: "Take out the useful information from their mouths and send it to the underworld. What should we do? As a traitor to the gods, we should also think about falling into the pain of reincarnation again."

The National Security Company successfully carried out the exorcism mission and immediately restored the scene to its original state.

Stall owners who gave up their belongings and hid in fried chicken restaurants and Western food restaurants continued to set up stalls, but unfortunately most of their customers did not come back.

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Instead, the bosses of several well-known chain companies recalled several store managers who participated in setting up stalls, and each one was trained like a grandson.

Everyone smiled flatteringly at Wang Tao, and led his own people to withdraw the things from the business district.

A bunch of reporters gathered around Wang Tao and insisted on interviewing him, but he retorted: "I'm not in the publicity sequence." The reporter was obviously thick-skinned enough. He chased Wang Tao into the empty Western restaurant, and there was no trace of Wang Tao again. No more.