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Chapter 1755 No.371: Try to be as large as possible

"They left." said Yamei.

"Yeah, let's go." Takumi agreed.

"So how was it?" Yami was just looking at the big screen in the distance that was 'swallowing' the two Ultimate Digimon, but the moment she finished speaking, she turned back to look at Omer who was looking down at the wanted criminal, and confirmed, "Did you handle it properly? My brother and I performed well."

Although the siblings had no direct cooperation opportunities with Omar, they did get to know each other through online chatting. However, the understanding gained from chatting was superficial, so the siblings were still a little uncertain when the performance ended, not knowing if they had let slip anything or if they had disrupted Omar's pace.

Especially since both Jesmon and Shinjunmon seemed to be very interested in Omer, and their friendly attitude itself was a bit too much.

Rather than wanting to please, wanting to investigate is more in line with their understanding of "Royal Knight" and "Tianji".

However, Jesmon was probably just doing it for the sake of goodwill, and Shinjunmon...even for Aiwa Ami, who was used to thinking positively about her friends, she still felt that it was a bit abrupt.

Even though it was he who asked for his help, wasn't this three-eyed Digimon too focused on Omogo?
Could it be that Omogo is particularly attractive to Digimon with three eyes? Yami, who has a very unique way of thinking, thought of Belstarmon, who is also a three-eyed Digimon.

It was just that there was no time to exchange opinions with my brother, and we could only reach a basic understanding while each of us tasted something unusual:
Being stuck in the middle, with friends on both sides, is somewhat difficult.

Between leaving it alone and helping out, he still chose to cover for Omar.

Although this cover seemed to be left alone on both sides, Omer's recognition proved that they had helped.

"Very good performance. I'll treat you guys to dinner later."

"Turn around?" Takumi was a little too perceptive for a situation like this, "Are you still busy today?"

"It's not impossible to have it today, but the dinner party at the seaside may not be to your taste, and there will be too many people." Omar said, swiping open the light screen to let the witchmon who had been watching so far come out with a very sneaky look.

"many people?"

"Besides my girlfriend, there's Uma Musume, and their respective friends and classmates. If you add it up, the scale is already so large that it's almost like a team building. People with average social anxiety would probably die right away."

As Omar spoke, he glanced at the witchmon who was not socially anxious, but was in a very socially anxious state. She didn't even look at him and was still avoiding his gaze.

"Um...are we causing trouble here?"

Also looking at the witchmon, Yami, who used the Far Eastern people's talent for reading the air, tried to test it, but Omer shook his head in response.

"Not really. It's not the right time yet. But it's true that we've been here too long. Even people are about to wake up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked down at his feet. The man who had been sitting quietly at his feet before immediately trembled, and then immediately crawled forward and took a step. He reached into his arms while running, and even though he caught nothing, he didn't stop and rushed out -

But he rushed into the dark vortex that suddenly appeared.

With no time to brake or change direction, he simply rushed into the vortex, and in the next second he rushed out of the second vortex that emerged behind Omar, and was met with an oblique downward elbow from Omar without even turning his head.

boom!
The man who had pretended to be unconscious for half a minute regained the coma buff due to the pressure of a heavy blow to the abdomen. With both the brother and sister squinting their eyes as if in phantom pain, he fell into the black vortex that had opened up again at Omar's feet.

"Let's go, let's take him to see some police officers first." Omar said, raising his hand to draw the black mist that had engulfed the man in front of him, and hooked his hand to signal him to follow.

"The sister named Beatrix?" Yamei immediately jumped over.

"The one who's the director of the Secret Service?" Takumi quickly followed and asked.

As I said before, because the number of times they met in real life was very few, the two siblings knew a lot about Omer's friends through gossip, but they had rarely met them in reality.

——You can't say that the last time we saw Omer from afar at the Dream Cup Racecourse, it could be considered a meeting, right?

That obviously didn't count in the minds of the two people who were full of expectations.

Unfortunately.

Although they were in such high spirits, Omar was not very free to accompany them.

When the two of them and the Witchmon were about to step into the black vortex following the Omer puppet, they unexpectedly found that the puppet, which had already stepped half a foot into the black vortex, retracted its steps and pushed out its hands.

“——Hey hey hey doo!”

Being sent into darkness by this blow, the next time they saw the light was a sunny beach where they could smell the salty sea breeze. The two siblings stumbled on the beach and barely kept their balance. They turned around subconsciously, only to see the witchmon, scratching her face with an innocent look, floating on the edge of the black vortex that was closing and shrinking.

Of course, there was an unconscious man next to him.

"Brother Omer, what are you doing?" Yamei, who was laughing just now, suddenly stopped laughing. Now she just hoped that the black vortex could still have some effect of transmitting sound.

"Don't call people like a regimental commander who doesn't want to find cover or hide in the house, but insists on dragging people to watch him get shot."

The sudden response voice sounded like Omar at first glance, but it had a soft and nasal tone of a child, and it came from behind?
This is……

The brother and sister looked back in surprise, first at an empty beach chair and several women sitting side by side on the beach chairs, such as Xin Tiao Qian, Ishamara, He, Miss Chelenina Texas, and several other women standing on the side. They were all acquaintances they recognized one-sidedly, but it was hard to say whose voice matched the movement just now.

"Look down, don't you think my voice sounds childish?"

Aiba Ami: “…”

Aiba Takumi: "...I am wondering about this..."

"Ahhhhhhh! What a cute little Omer!" Takumi Aiba, who hadn't finished his words yet had to squint his eyes and cover his ears because of his sister's sharp scream. Before he could stop himself, he saw that his sister, who had no sense of distance, had already squatted over him and started pinching the baby fat face of the little boy who looked like Omer.

"Sister, let go!"

"I won't! Brother, how can you bear it after seeing this!"

"I'm not a shotacon, how can I resist anything? Let go! This is so embarrassing!"

"I won't! You should let go! Little Omar's face is about to be torn!"

"Should I say sorry?"

He missed the chance to stop it, and now pulling his sister's hand and asking her to let go would only pull the child's face further. Seeing that little Omar had been pulled so hard that his teeth were grimacing, Takumi quickly let go of her hand.

He was responded with two waving hands.

"I was mentally prepared, but that's enough for now."

It was obvious that Takumi couldn't pull the hand off no matter how hard he tried, but the little boy grabbed it with just one grab. In this situation, Yami, who was very good at changing with the situation, still had a regretful look as if saying "Hey, can't I pinch it now?"

Then Little Ao Mo waved his hand again and said, "If you want a refill, wait until you have time. I have something to do now. You guys go play with Xiao Qian and the others. Bize and Xiao Lu have also received the notice and are on their way here."

Considering that little Omer is completely full of negative energy, the sight of a group of women fighting for the right to use little Omer is scary in a sense. The brothers, who all have female companions and no shortage of entertainment options, all run away for nothing and have no spirit of sharing weal and woe at all.

It is also obvious to the naked eye that Takumi Aiba, who is trying to regain the youthful reaction that he has lost in the digital world for a long time among the crowd of young people with good figures in swimsuits, will soon join the group of brothers.

There will probably be several more Digimon on the beach by then.

But that has nothing to do with little Omer.

He was now walking away from the two men and said, "And I, have to deal with that guy."

As he spoke, a portal of dark magic opened next to him again, this time to pick up people - Shi Huaiya, whom they had not seen in the crowd just now, and the eldest sister of the dragon clan and the eldest sister of the ghost clan, who were unfamiliar to them, walked out from it together.

Although they were also wearing very beautiful and even erotic swimsuits, the solemnity in their faces still made the two siblings dare not say hello. They just watched the four people communicating concisely and efficiently.

"him?"

"Yes, I need all the information."

"OK, it will be done soon." In Takumi's eyes, it was as if Director Shi Huaiya twisted the inconspicuous little badge on the swimsuit's straps, and his outfit immediately became that of a whole age. He glanced at the man who was lifted up on the shoulders of the ghost sister like a sandbag.

"But does he have a role?"

"Have."

"So smooth?"

“I’m worried about that, too.”

"Don't be too pessimistic. Sometimes this happens." The director of the Secret Service, who has handled many cases, said this with some conviction from personal experience.

"Maybe the trouble will come after we get the information?" Chen Huijie said with a smile on his face.

"It's not impossible."

Little Omer didn't quite agree with Miss Chen's unique sense of humor, but he still spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you all. I need all the information related to the Beast Cult, especially the whereabouts of the believers, the location of the base, and the scale."

"Well, it's a small matter. With the technology here, we will get results soon. I hope you won't have trouble requiring us to intervene right after that."

"All I can say is, try your best."

"What an unlovable child, saying such spoiling things at this age," Chen Huijie sighed, "Barbecued Pork Cat's taste is really weird too."

"You are not allowed to say these things while on duty! What's wrong with my taste! Omar is very handsome, isn't he?" In front of the child, Ms. Shi Huaiya did not have her usual hesitant and arrogant look at all, and curled her lips, "But you, seeing him like this, you must be reminded of the one from the Chu family."

"You think too much."

"That would be best if every year when I go home for the New Year, I would also set aside a day to visit Miss Chen in the capital."

"Missy, are we talking too much?"

"Then let's not talk about Chu Xinran. Okay, let's go back to the coordinates. Omer, have you adjusted it?"

"Go."

Tips: The end is just an easter egg, it is not the same world as the previous book.

However, Chu Xinran still exists. After all, the previous book was not a soul travel from the beginning, that is, the existence of "Chu Xinran" itself is a member of Terra, and the world dividing point is in the Terra of this book. Chu Xinran was kidnapped by human traffickers when he was a child, but he did not escape to Victoria but ran to Leithania.

Chu Xinran, the cello player, is much better than the mercenaries (x
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