The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 251

Chapter 251

"What's your business with me?" Mo Ran said with a sideways look at Kerry.

Kerry looked at Mo Ran's back, showed a faint smile and said, "Which unit are you in?"

Mo Ran shook his head, "I don't belong to any unit, you guessed wrong now."

"Impossible, if you don't have troops, how could you have trained to this level..." Kerry was interrupted by Mo Ran before he finished speaking.

"I only have a master." Mo Ran said.

He was a little strange, why did this middle-aged man think he was from a certain army?Could it not be from a dark organization?

Or, the middle-aged people don't think that such talents can appear in the dark organization?

But it is true that the Plasma Corps has trained dead soldiers and assassins for so many years, and none of them has been as successful as Mo Ran.

Being able to be proficient in fighting, elf fighting, and at the same time assassinate the concealment technique, it can be said that no one can do this like Mo Ran.

Mo Ran turned his back to Kerry, with a defenseless look on his back, "Master found me when I was very young, and I have practiced these since I was a child."

"Oh? Is it?"

Kerry nodded. To be honest, he thought Mo Ran's words were a bit unreliable, but he still chose to trust him. After all, Mo Ran was not from the army. If he wanted to achieve this level, he could only rely on a famous teacher. .

"Roentgen the cat." Kerry said lightly, and Mo Ran immediately rolled over when his back felt cold.

boom!

Where he was originally standing, a flash of lightning struck.

"So we are not friends or foes?" Mo Ran patted the dust on his clothes and said lightly.

"Are we friends?" Kerry asked rhetorically.

"It's up to you, Mr. Kerry, to decide whether it's an enemy or a friend." Mo Ran said indifferently, with his hands empty, he put on a melee stance against Kerry.

"Interesting, it's you, you're inextricably fighting with the special lieutenant, right?" Kerry grinned, and also raised his fist.

Then, the hostility between his brows gradually rose, and he rushed towards Mo Ran.

There was a lot of pressure on Mo Ran, and this feeling made him seem to see his devil master.

That unsmiling, only swearing, heinous, alcoholic every day, but like a ghost in battle.

During the period of apprenticeship, there was only one thing Mo Ran learned, and that was to be beaten.

He was beaten continuously every day, leaving many wounds on his body. Those wounds did not bleed, but the pain was unbearable.

This Kerry's aura reminded him of his master.

Mo Ran's expression turned cold. Seeing Kerry's right uppercut, his body twisted strangely, and he fell to the ground. With the help of gravity, his body hooked his feet backwards.

"Bah!"

The right fist missed, and Mo Ran kicked Kerry's right arm.

"Hey, not bad." Kerry boasted, and then yanked his leg towards Mo Ran.

Mo Ran protects his chest with both hands. At this distance, he can only adopt a very passive defensive posture.

With his muffled groan, Mo Ran flew out backwards, backed up again and again, and only then spit out the depression in his chest.

The two approached again, and Mo Ran felt the greatest pressure at the same time.

As if he was facing his master, every attack would be seen clearly by him, and likewise, every time he could only defend passively.

Who is this middle-aged man? Mo Ran's heart is getting colder and colder. Now it seems that it is just an ordinary fight, but what will happen after the fight is completed?

Mo Ran's black eyes flickered. At that time, can he only use his own trump card?

The two roared and fought for about ten minutes, but in Mo Ran's heart, it seemed that several hours had passed. It was impossible to resist and parry all Kerry's attacks. Only one of them defended and parried, and of course he was also hit. Lots of fists.

"puff!"

Mo Ran was punched in the shoulder, clutching his shoulder and pushing down.

"You are very good." Kerry said lightly, "You are one of the most powerful young people I have ever seen."

Mo Ran covered his shoulders and snorted, "Should I say thank you for the compliment?"

"Do you... want to join us?"

"You, who are you?" Mo Ran asked, nodding slightly in his heart, could it be, a secret organization of a certain alliance?

"Come with me." Kerry said, glanced at Mo Ran, and then gradually walked away from the Roentgen cat.

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, walked behind the middle-aged man, like a junior, and at the same time he felt a little lucky.

With his identity as Kuisawa, he spent a lot of money for the authenticity of his identity.

In terms of setting, Kurosawa came from a small inland village. His mother died after he was born, and his father drank alcohol all day long. He also died when Kurosawa was ten years old. At the same time, he received the care of the neighbors in the village. Worshiped an old man as a teacher to learn martial arts.

You can use Kuisawa's identity to intervene, and you can also find someone.

Some people even swore to the investigators that they had seen Kokurosawa before, and that Kokurosawa used to live in this village.

Mo Ran used to do these things by himself, using the memories of the elderly, and successfully filled an image of living in this village when he was a child, being taken away by the master, and then returning after studying.

Mo Ran followed Kerry, and quickly turned into a narrow alley, where there were few people, not even a single person.

"here is..."

Moran said softly.

"You'll know when you come in."

Kerry said: "I need to ask again before I do it again, are you sure you want to join us?"

"You, who are you? A special organization of the alliance?" Mo Ran paused and asked doubtfully.

"We are the 101 special team, a secret organization of the alliance. We fight in secret for the safety and peace of the alliance." Kerry said, turning around, looking directly into Mo Ran's eyes, "Once you join, there will be no You can go back, are you sure you want to join us?"

"In this case, is there still a chance to refuse?" Mo Ran shrugged and took off the mask.

Under the mask is an ordinary face, which is the same as what Kerry thinks, not all strong people are handsome or beautiful, and most people who do this kind of work should lose their appearance But everyone.

However, the youthfulness of Mo Ran's face was beyond his imagination.

"How old are you?" Kerry's tone was a little weird.

"...17 years old." Mo Ran replied after thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, Kerry actually laughed, "Not bad, not bad, really a good seed, but you can't join immediately if you want to join, you need to go through a series of inspections before you can officially become a member of 101."

"Yes."

Mo Ran nodded, it was nothing more than a background check or something.

(End of this chapter)