"Let go, I'm leaving."

"Mr. Chen, there is no member of our association who has combat capabilities. The previous president was a voodooist invited by Mexico. As a result, he resigned after performing a mission, and there is another one..."

West kept complaining, and Chen Zhao discovered, why are the presidents of the Supernatural Association all foreigners?

"Don't you have a local president?"

West looked at Chen Zhao with pain on his face: "I am the president now."

"What?"

West's tears fell out: "I am the president now, but before that, I was just a secretarial work. Every time there was an activity, I had to ask for help from foreign supernatural associations. Every time I asked for help for hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of yuan, we used up all the funds for our activities in less than half a year."

Chen Zhao's face turned dark: "There are many capable witches in the United States, why don't you look for them?"

West's expression was like constipation, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Speak."

"They said they looked down on us."

"No one?"

"I once invited a witch."

"Then what?"

"I cheated us for a million dollars and then disappeared."

“…”

Why does Chen Zhao feel that the American Supernatural Association is simply a super cowardly association.

West was helpless, and Chen Zhao felt helpless.

This is a dog skin plaster. If you didn’t see that you had the word American hanging in front of you, you would just turn on the accelerator.

"That is, you said before, if I commit crime with supernatural powers, you wouldn't have you talked to me, and this sentence is actually a lie?"

"No lying, the few people behind us are ready to take action at any time."

"Where? Call it out and take a look."

Five people came out of the car behind, a big boy about the same age as Yura.

One is a non-mainstream cockscomb, an old man with a cane, two women, one looks nervous with glasses, and the other is full of momentum. It is estimated that she is the most fighting among the five.

"These five are our main combat forces," said West.

I don’t know if it was Chen Zhao’s illusion, but West was still a little proud when talking about the five of them.

Chen Zhao got out of the car: "Show me your talent first, no, ability, old man, come first."

West waved immediately: "Come on Bill and show your true strength."

Bill took a cane and took two steps forward, throwing it away: "Drink..."

Then, Chen Zhao saw the old man named Bill, whose body began to expand and he turned into a body like the Hulk.

But the next moment, Bill began to shrink again and then fell to the ground.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die."

The others quickly helped Bill up, and Chen Zhao rubbed his eyebrows.

At first he really thought this old man was very powerful.

As a result, you're just three seconds old... It's too fast.

"Bill is in a bad state today, and he can hold on for thirty seconds."

West waved quickly: "Come on, next, Moore, come on."

Moore swallowed and walked forward hesitantly.

"He has a family magic, Moore, come."

Moore's figure shook, Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead, two?

Chen Zhao thought he was dazzled, well, it was two.

"Classification technique?"

"Yes, clone technique."

"Then what?"

"And what?"

"For example, if it becomes two, is his combat power?"

"He was in a fighting tutoring class recently," West said.

If a child becomes two, his combat effectiveness will double.

But your base is too low, right?

Well, he is still a child, and he doesn't have that high demands. He still has room for development in the future... Maybe.

"Who will come next?"

The non-mainstream cockscomb head came out on its own initiative: "My name is Moyed, I am the messenger of nature, and I can control plants."

"Good, start your show."

This sounds quite reliable, although the outfit is not that reliable.

When Mo Yide was not the mainstream, he walked to the side of the road, and Chen Zhao felt the magic power of Mo Yide.

Then, a plant in front of him began to move and walked out like a human.

Just like Eugenes, the forest grazer.

It's just a little bit short, only one meter tall.

"I can only control such a big tree now, but my magic power is growing rapidly. I believe I can control the big tree in the sky in the future." Mo Yide said confidently.

Chen Zhao looked at the two women, who had completely opposite personalities, one was arrogant and the other was trembling.

"Where are you two?"

"I'll come on, my name is Jolin Nash. I'm good at elemental magic, especially the wind system."

Jolin Nash opened his arms, and Chen Zhao immediately felt the strong wind coming to his face. Then West beside him could no longer stand up and shouted, clutching the car frame tightly.

Well? This is a little more reliable, and it is finally not a funny series.

The storm of Jolin Nash lasted for about a minute and finally stopped.

Although it is relatively lacking in attack power, it is at least considered serious magic.

"Good, this lady." Chen Zhao said: "Is your name Jolin Nash?"

"Yes." Jolin Nash seemed a little proud.

"So what's her name?"

"Baliya." Jolin Nash pulled the sleeves of the girl with glasses beside him.

"Hello sir, I'm Baliya."

"Then start your performance."

"Is this here?" asked Baria.

“Is there anything inconvenient?”

Baliya looked at West, and Westi nodded: "Come on."

Baliya took out a bracelet and handed it to Chen Zhao.

“What is this for?”

Baliya didn't say anything, her body began to twist, and then her eyes were thrown away, and her body was still twisting.

Chen Zhao was a little confused, but something seemed to be activated in his body.

Baliya began to twist while dragging her clothes.

Then, Chen Zhao's right arm suddenly swelled, and everyone was startled.

Even Chen Zhao was shocked by himself, and Baliya's stripper stopped and looked at Chen Zhao in shock.

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly activate?" Chen Zhao was puzzled. His gluttonous mouth had not been activated for a long time.

"Balia has Cotillard blood, and they have a special magic culture there, which is similar to the shamanic war songs and war dances, briefly stimulating the potential of their comrades."

"But... she's a stripper, right?"

"She hadn't learned war dance, and before we recruited her, she worked in an adult bar."

West paused and said, "Just hold her special bracelet, you can feel her battle dance."

"You said, if she danced such a battle dance on the battlefield, would it stimulate our potential or the enemy's potential?"
Chapter completed!