The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

The oil thief wiped her face which was covered with saliva.

He smiled bitterly.

motherfucker.

In the offline world, it’s okay to be scolded by the interviewer when applying for a job.

Now, when playing a game, after finally becoming an interviewer, you still get scolded by the interviewee.

The point is.

Good guy.

This mouthful of saliva spurts out like a faucet.

"No, brother. We are looking for people who can go to Blue Star to be teachers for our people. You really don't meet our standards."

Wei Yuan specifically instructed me when he left.

The teacher of ancient martial arts will be selected by the human race at that time.

This time when players come to the central galaxy, they are allowed to choose from four positions: weapon master, mental manipulator, forging master and mecha master.

When the time comes, we will bring them back to Blue Star and use them for training the players.

But the Cyclops that the Oil Thief interviewed was here to interview for a mind manipulator.

The first thing they said was that their Cyclops clan had a unique gift for mental power.

His mental power level is very high, and his gene lock has been unlocked to level five, so he is very powerful.

During the interview, I was very proud.

But when the Oil Thief asked him how he wanted to train low-level warriors.

This guy said that mental power is innate. They, the Cyclops, are born with strong mental power. If mental power still needs to be trained, then they are no different from waste.

Hear something like this.

Even the oil thief knew it. This guy doesn't know how to teach at all.

Being able to do something and being able to teach others are two completely different things!

"No, I'm already here, and there's no one stronger than me on this field. If you don't hire me, hmph!"

The Cyclops' fists were clenched.

He looked at the oil thief threateningly.

Several second-level genetic warriors were pulled out to serve as interviewers.

The person who posted the job information probably isn't that strong.

And they are all human beings.

The human race had already been defeated.

The weak race has only a few people left, let alone producing a few peerless powerful people.

The Cyclops knew it very well.

If the other party is a strong person, then he might be more restrained.

But now we are facing a group of small characters who are only level two.

hum.

It's not that the Cyclops didn't know that he was totally unsuitable for this position.

but.

The salary is high.

The salary of a mental trainer can reach 200,000 star coins a month.

Two hundred thousand.

It makes more money than hunting star beasts in the stars.

It's still a job that doesn't require you to put your head on the line.

A safe batch.

"I am here to apply for the job because I am giving you face. You better not be shameless."

If you put it in normal times.

These second-level genetic warriors don’t even have the qualifications to talk to him.

Do you still dare to reject him now?

Even if he didn't get the job after this interview, he had to get this job that paid $200,000 a month.

"Fuck, are you planning to force me to buy you something?"

The oil thief was really angry.

A slap on the table.

Then the next second, he was slapped away with a big slap.

moment.

The oil thief was stuck on the wall.

His face was covered with blood.

Everything in front of me turned red.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, my health points!!!"

The oil thief let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His health suddenly dropped by more than half.

We had already suffered a lot of losses on the starship.

At this moment, the blood volume is almost at the bottom!

dying! ! !

dying! ! !

I hope he won’t be kicked out of the copy!

The oil thief began to tremble all over.

This is an opportunity he earned with his dignity and face!

"Hehe, this is the end of you who disobey me." After slapping the man, the Cyclops looked at the other four people who came over with arrogant contempt.

The other interviewees left temporarily after seeing someone making trouble.

Xingchen frowned and drew out his two swords.

This guy is very strong!

Terribly strong!

Her eyes fell on the information the other party gave to the oil thief.

Level five!

Level 5 genetic warrior.

"Are you planning to become our enemy?" Anshenqi pressed down the Tang sword in Xingchen's hand.

He stepped forward, his expression calm.

In fact, I was still a little panicked, so Brother Yuan asked them to handle the matter themselves.

There is no danger at that height.

Obviously the other party is also reasonable.

Begging in secret, frantically thinking about what to do.

There is no way they can beat this guy.

But what if I died now?

I guess the copy can't be refreshed.

According to the nature of this game plan.

If you haven't played the dungeon, you probably won't have the same opportunity again in the future.

He looked at the oil thief with some resentment, who was still trying to pull herself down from the wall.

But since the mission has already begun, why not recruit such a guy?

Brother Yuan will definitely not be satisfied.

"I didn't kill him, he's still alive." The Cyclops said proudly.

"In fact, it's enough if you just hire me. Otherwise, I don't know if I can remember to leave anyone alive next time I take action."

Threat.

A naked threat.

This time, it wasn't just Xingchen whose face turned cold.

All the players looked at the Cyclops with disgust.

"Damn it, an NPC would do something so disgusting?"

"Villain, this guy is definitely a villain, we must kill him!" Makkabaka gritted his teeth.

Although I know this is a game.

But this sense of immersion is too strong.

As a player, I feel really bad when being threatened by an NPC.

Can you bear it?

Do you play games to let yourself be wronged?

"Even if this copy can't be downloaded, I have to piss on this bitch's face!" The oil thief limped down from the wall.

"Damn it, I can't swallow this."

He roared and rushed forward with little health left.

There was no time to stop the secret begging, Fengchuipi and Makkabaka had already rushed forward.

As for the stars.

This big guy has already been holding two swords.

"Oh, I really am!" I hadn't even finished begging in secret, when I saw them all rushing away, how could I continue speaking here?

"Mom, wait for me!"

I saw five people rushing towards me at the same time.

The Cyclops sneered.

"Ridiculous, ant."

Even if he just stood there, he would let them do it.

These five ants were unable to break through his defense.

"Humph, since you are job applicants, I will let you do it for a few minutes!"

He really just crossed his arms and looked at the oil thief who was rushing in the front with a sneer.

"Rubbish! If you hit me and the power backfires and you get killed by yourself, don't blame me!"

"Although this guy is disgusting, his sarcasm is still not enough!" The oil thief spat.

"You said it yourself, just stand still and let us beat you!"

The oil thief unbuttoned her pants.