Outside the street, the grey squirrel looked at Charles with admiration in his eyes.

"We'll just let it go for this matter?"

With an inexplicable mentality, he hesitated for a few moments and asked.

"Mrs. Mettler's affairs were reported to the district head at the highest level. Because the confidentiality level is very high, only those two people know the specific situation. I have used spiritual magic to impose a forgetting spell on them, making them think that this was a wrong intelligence..."

Charles said calmly: "We reincarnators have power, but they are not reckless men who have to show off their strength in everything. Of course, we should prepare afterwards and relocate the Metlers... and change them to live in other countries..."

"You are right, boss!"

The gray squirrel was convinced, and a burst of applause suddenly came from the side: "It is worthy of being the King of Mind and Movement. Among the current reincarnationists, there are very few people as rational and restrained as you!"

“Reincarnation?!”

The gray squirrel suddenly grew fine hair, turning into a monster, staring at the figure that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The other party was wearing the standard clothing of the Black Clothing Club, with a pale complexion and a strange burgundy pupil. He immediately waved his hands when he heard this: "Please don't get me wrong, I have no malicious intentions! I just saw some situations along the way. Charles, right? We have had a relationship in the Zerg world!"

"Shadow King Oliver?!"

Charles closed his eyes, "I didn't expect you to be incorporated by the Kingdom..."

"Shadow King?!"

The gray squirrel exclaimed and immediately took down his fighting posture.

After all, this is a famous reincarnationist in the space, a figure as famous as the King of Mind and Queen of Blood, and is famous for its concealment and assassination.

Thinking of his attitude just now, the Grey Squirrel couldn't help but feel a little cold sweat behind him.

‘Luckily, the boss is here!’

He glanced at Charles behind him and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Incorporation?”

Oliver shook his head: "It's just cooperation! Charles, you should also know the huge energy of the Kingdom Machine once it runs, right? Although we are not afraid, we still have relatives and friends after all. For example, you... in Benjamin State, there are..."

"What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

Charles narrowed his eyes and the space around his body trembled.

"No, no! It's just a kind reminder... After all, I am also a reincarnation!"

Oliver had no intention of taking action: "I will regard this incident as if I hadn't seen it."

Even though he cooperated with the Kingdom, his own interests were still above the space of reincarnation, and Oliver saw this clearly.

If names such as "assist the kingdom and deal with the reincarnation man" are spread, how can he survive in the main god space in the future?

"Then I will remember your kindness this time!"

Charles thought, and the strangeness around him disappeared, obviously he was not really ready to fight here.

I have another information to send to you in the relationship I have worked with!”

Oliver smiled slightly: "Do you know Chevrolet?"

"What's wrong with him?"

Charles was shocked. This was also a strong man of the same level as them.

"He completed the ultimate mission in the world, and is said to have strengthened his ability to level S, and now he has done a big thing in the real world..."

Oliver whispered: "The rebellion of the Pandorn Empire has been involved in several major states, and even the colonies have set off a wave of separation from the empire. I suspect that all this is his pusher behind the scenes..."

"Chevray is indeed a man from the Pandorn Empire..."

Charles nodded, then he was puzzled: "What does it have to do with us just the chaos in the Pandorn Empire?"

"You are the master of mind and mind power, Charles!"

A sudden heat flashed in Oliver's eyes: "We can do what Chevrolet can do!"

"You want this country?"

Charles almost burst into laughter: "It's impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? There is oppression and resistance. We reincarnators are hostile, captured, and even studied... All this is because there is no country in the real world built with reincarnators as the main body. Since there was no originally, why can't we build one?!"

Oliver stretched out his right hand: "Charles, come and help me!"

"Enough!"

Charles covered his forehead in pain: "I originally thought Lolita was crazy enough. Who knows that your madness is several times more than hers!"

Although he also has a similar vision, he also knows that under the current circumstances, the reincarnation practitioners have not yet occupied the absolute trend.

At present, he just wants to maintain a stable life in reality, and strive to resurrect important people in the space of the Lord God.

But Oliver's goal is even more radical. Seeing that he is now infiltrating into the Black Club, he knows that his plans are definitely more than that.

However, Charles is quite unpopular with Oliver.

Oliver was just an ordinary person before. Although he had mastered some superpowers, his strength was still too small, far from being able to gain an advantage. Once he integrated into the system and played tricks with those old foxes, he would not know how to die.

"This is not madness, but vision! The vision of our reincarnation's future life, don't you want your family to live in the sun with integrity?"

Oliver's voice was filled with a hint of insensibility, at least the squirrel looked a little moved.

"Feel sorry……"

Charles bowed slightly: "I have no interest in this kind of thing!"

"You are a coward!"

Oliver's eyes seemed to have a flash of cold light: "Even if he gains strength, he is still a coward!"

"Coward...maybe..."

Charles slowly walked out of the street with the squirrel: "I was in the main god space, and at the beginning... I just wanted to live simply..."

...

Charles is still lucky. He has strong strength, even the shadow king Oliver dares not force him too much.

But other reincarnators, especially those in the Federation, have no such good luck in the face of the joint efforts of the Office of Nature and the Bureau of Investigation.

John is an ordinary clerk.

He worked as a sales assistant in a water dispenser club, living the same life as an ordinary person, commuting and getting off work on time every day, and enduring heavy work and difficulties from his boss for a little bit of salary.

But recently, his life has suddenly improved, and he even planned to resign from the trading company and start a small company by himself.

The reason why this is so is because he has a little secret.

"I didn't expect that the benefits I gained from a rush to make a comeback..."

After returning home, John murmured excitedly. When he thought of the other party's surprise and puzzled look when he threw his resignation letter on his boss's face today, he felt very happy.

Of course, compared to the number added behind the account, this excitement is nothing more than a slight witch.

Although he was just a newcomer, he was very lucky. Several major organizations among the reincarnationists appreciated his cleverness, made him an agent for selling goods, and gave him a generous commission.

With these incomes, he was quite sure that he could live well in the main god space.

It’s just that a good wish lasts only for a very short period of time.

Bang bang!

"Open the door!"

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the door.

"What's up?"

John asked in a very good mood.

"Take delivery! The pizza you ordered!"

"Oh, right!"

John touched his head, opened the door, and then his mouth widened slightly.

The two elites who appeared in front of him were in straight suits and sunglasses, holding fast food boxes in their hands, and their style didn't match at all.

“Your order of beef pizza!”

However, the other party smiled and handed out the lunch box.

"Thank you...uh...Is your courier's treatment so good now?"

John was speechless. After passing through the door, he could not help but feel the urge to complain: "You actually drove a car to deliver takeout?"

"In fact, this is just a by-pass, Mr. John, don't you invite us in and sit?"

The other party smiled unabated and took out a document: "We are from the FBI!"

"Shit!"

John subconsciously threw the pizza, and he jumped up like a rabbit, heading towards the nearest window, incredibly agile.

Slap!
To be continued...