Conan's All-Member Force Enhancement Plan

In the dim night, a few birds were startled and flew away from the branches.

Spider, dressed in a black cloak, looked through the window at a vehicle approaching from afar. The vehicle stopped not far from the house. A man with golden dreadlocks, thin eyebrows, thick lips, and two metal hoop earrings in his left ear got out of the car.

"Binga, why are you alone?"

Binga walked into the room and glanced at the spider. "You are an illusionist, but you still see things only with your eyes?"

The spider paused and subconsciously looked behind Binga and around the house.

"Tsk!" Binga laughed contemptuously. "Look how scared you are. A small organization is a small organization. They can only play those cheap tricks."

While quietly observing the layout of the memory house, he was secretly on guard and quietly placed himself in the most advantageous attacking position.

"Where's the person? Take him away quickly, I still have a lot of things to do."

Spider secretly complained, are all the members of the Black Organization this kind of people? He said with a hint of displeasure: "Mr. Binga, I think you should give me some guarantees before we hand over the goods. I am not here to work for nothing."

Hearing this, Binga casually pulled out a small box from his pocket and threw it to the spider: "Drug A, a drug that will rejuvenate the test subject."

Spider was startled at first, then realized: "Isn't this medicine unstable? What we want is stable longevity."

Binga spread his hands: "We have to wait until we bring the test subject back and study it carefully before we can get the result."

Spider frowned: "Then how can I guarantee that you can give me the results I want in the right time?"

Binga sneered: "You are not qualified to negotiate with me now. Hand him over to me. When the time comes, you will naturally benefit from it."

Spider clenched his fists when he heard this: "You!"

But Binga obviously didn't care about Spider's anger. Spider didn't know how many people from the Black Organization were lying in ambush around. He considered himself not an impulsive person. Spider should weave his own web and just wait for prey. Patience is what he is best at.

However, Binga should learn a lesson.

Spider suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Okay, then we will wait for your organization to come up with the results as soon as possible, and we will all achieve immortality together. The experimental subject is right here, follow me."

Binga smiled contemptuously and followed.

The layout of this house is very complicated. The internal structure is like a maze, with twists and turns, and strange patterns appear in the corridors from time to time.

After walking for a while, Binga suddenly took out a gun and pointed it at the back of Spider's head: "Do you think I would know all your tricks and still be unprepared? I've said it before, none of your tricks are good enough for me. I've been training to deal with hypnosis since I could open my eyes."

Spider froze, and tried to move away from the gun, but was stopped by the other party's scolding. Spider could only force a smile and said, "Mr. Binga, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything tricky. Is there some misunderstanding here? Aren't we going to pick up the goods?"

Binga sneered: "This is the third time we have passed by this pattern. What? Do you want to embarrass me? You are still a little naive. Now, immediately have your people bring the test subject to the door. We will go to the door to receive the goods, otherwise your head will explode."