Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

Strong crowd control!

Throughout the entire process, Zhou Fengliu did nothing but casually glance at the objects.

He only made a slight move, but it was already the limit of Behemoth's soldiers' sphincter muscles.

motherfucker.

The scene is so beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhou Fengliu couldn't help but recall the image he had conjured up when he first acquired this skill.

I never imagined that this day would actually come true.

...

The people of Behemoth have no manners... How can they urinate and defecate anywhere?

Zhou Fengliu also left without a trace after accomplishing his task, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

He mentally criticized the Behemoth soldiers' conduct before leaving the appalling scene.

The soldiers wanted to give chase, but their sphincter muscles weren't strong enough to support them.

Despite the desperate efforts of several, the relentless spray prevented them from catching up.

...

Ps:

May you all have everything you need in your daily lives. Goodnight and sweet dreams, my godfathers. Happy Dragon Boat Festival.

Chapter 404 Wang Zhenqiu: You were really sincere with me? Zhou: Yes, I multiplied it!

After finishing their task on the battlefield, Xiao Zizai, Wang Zhenqiu, and the others suddenly smelled a certain odor, which forced them to search for its source.

"This...smell seems familiar." Wang Zhenqiu rubbed his nose, his brows furrowing as he spoke, before pointing in a direction:

"It sounds like it's coming from... over there."

The group turned their heads and looked at the battlefield under Zhou Fengliu's control.

After just one glance, both Wang Zhenqiu and Hei Guan were speechless at the sight before them.

What... what's going on?

As far as the eye could see, a group of Behemoth soldiers were squatting on the ground, collectively relieving themselves.

The occasional spraying sounds, combined with what's in front of you, make this scene have a smell, a taste, and a sound.

"..."

Silence is present on Nathan Island this morning.

Watching the Behemoths collectively defecating before his eyes, Wang Zhenqiu couldn't help but think of a meme:

"You're here to take a dump too, right?"

Was this Zhou Fengliu's doing?

Ability to produce offspring?

Holy crap.

I love it so much!

After a moment of confusion, Wang Zhenqiu revealed his liking for Zhou Fengliu's trickery skills.

This kind of skill is perfect for a "fun person" like him!

This was so much fun!

"Old Zhou! Where did you learn that 'shit-drenched' trick? Teach me!"

Wang Zhenqiu jogged up to Zhou Fengliu and asked him to teach him this move.

"Damn it?"

Upon hearing Wang Zhenqiu's description, Zhou Fengliu was initially taken aback, but then realized that Wang Zhenqiu meant it was a 100% complete and unstoppable flow of fluid.

"You want to learn?"

"of course."

"Okay, let's see if you're sincere."

"Old Zhou, you know me, I'm most sincere," Wang Zhenqiu assured, patting his chest.

"Pay ten million as tuition first."

"?"

Upon hearing Zhou Fengliu casually mention ten million, Wang Zhenqiu's expression froze instantly.

Even if you sold him, he still wouldn't be able to scrape together ten million...

"Old Zhou, are you really being sincere with me?" Wang Zhenqiu said, expressing his reason to suspect that Zhou Fengliu was deliberately making things difficult for him, a scourge of the Southwest.

Hearing Wang Zhenqiu's question, Zhou Fengliu nodded: "Of course, I will multiply it by the amount applied to you."

For others, it might be a million.

Wang Zhenqiu's words, one million multiplied by ten, amount to ten million, are enough to demonstrate his sincerity towards Wang Zhenqiu.

"..."

Faced with Zhou Fengliu's words, Wang Zhenqiu fell silent, feeling that he couldn't bear this "multiplication".

He finally felt a spark, but Zhou Fengliu made him lose so completely.

Blanch!

...

Just as Wang Zhenqiu's hopes for "studying" were dashed, other parts of Nathan Island were also under attack by Behemoth's soldiers.

Among them, the market was the first to fall without a fight.

After all, the Great G had long been prepared to accept Behemoth's incorporation, so Behemoth's soldiers encountered little resistance and completed the takeover of the market.

As for the amusement park, Behemoth dispatched other superheroes from Project SP to capture Hanging Man. The battle was fierce, and judging from the current situation, the two sides are still deadlocked.

On the front of Nathan Island, the Nathan Guards and the people of Nathan were also hindering Behemoth's advance.

how to say?

Even though Behemoth's soldiers are equipped with advanced technology, the use of wide-range weapons is prohibited.

The firearms they were armed with were all tranquilizer bullets, which meant they didn't gain much advantage against the aliens on the island.

The battle had been going on for several hours. In the Behemoth's war room, Ron and Gade frowned as they looked at the data from Nathan Island and the casualty ratios.

"Ron, the severity of these injuries far exceeds our expectations, while the rate of recovery is far below our expectations..."

"Do you think your plan for complete takeover needs to be changed?"

Gade looked at Ron and slowly began to speak.

Hearing Gade's words, Ron's brows furrowed even more. He stared at the data on the screen, his heart filled with anxiety.

"Fuck... It's just a small Nathan Island, and I can't even take it? We have so many elite troops... so much equipment, and the takeover progress is less than 30%."

"The divine tree hasn't been found, the capital of Nathan hasn't been breached, and the casualties are so high..."

As Ron spoke, he felt as if someone was acting out his story.

The pressure ahead is indeed great, but definitely not to this extent. Just now... a message came back from the front:

It's said that several squads ahead suddenly started experiencing uncontrollable diarrhea, and they just kept running around...

While other soldiers went ashore to arrest people, these few squads did something else: they went ashore to defecate and mark their territory.

Because of persistent diarrhea, these squads had to withdraw from the battle, a piece of news that he found outrageous.

It's normal for one person to have diarrhea, but how can a group of people all have diarrhea at the same time? What's going on? Do these people all share the same digestive system?

It's outrageous!

The explanations given by these squads of soldiers were laughable to him.

The soldiers in these squads suspected that an islander had used some kind of magic to give them all diarrhea.

Listen.

Who would believe such an absurd reason?

Even God couldn't control all of their anuses, so how could any human being have such an ability?

actor!

There are definitely actors rigging the match!

Ron grew angrier the more he thought about it.

“Ron, I know you’re very unwilling, but this is the reality. If this stalemate continues, with external pressure and pressure from within the island, our complete failure is only a matter of time.”

Gade looked at the angry Ron and spoke.

“We should admit that we have both underestimated Nathan, and perhaps what’s worse is that we are far too arrogant about our own position.”

"Taking over Nathan Island entirely is no longer possible with just the security forces. Rather than taking over Nathan Island entirely, if we capture King Nathan and find the Divine Tree, at least we can retain some say in the board of directors."

Gade has provided the most correct adjustment to the plan at this stage.

Hearing his words, Ron was very dissatisfied, but he had to admit it.

Given the current situation, it is impossible to quickly take Nathan Island in a blitzkrieg within a very tight timeframe.

“You’re right… withdraw everyone else currently engaged in combat, except for those in Paradise…”

Ron looked at Gade with a grim expression, then continued:

"Return to the assembly point and regroup."

"Are you... serious?"

Listening to Ron's words, Gade understood the significance of this rebuilding.