Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

However, this cannot turn back time and correct past mistakes.

She has a long life ahead of her.

In the past, she believed that this long life was a gift from fate, but after experiencing this, the fallen angel discovered in despair that it was a curse from fate, no less than an endless torture.

19. Who doesn't like German dogs?

Javi is a traditional Syracuse, but in some ways he is unconventional and doesn't behave like a typical Syracuse.

For example, a strawberry sauce pineapple pizza that could provoke the anger of the Syracuseans would be enough to unleash a bloody storm on the conservative Syracuse family, but Javi just happens to enjoy it.

Mike looked at Broca and Austa with a hint of sympathy; it was already a miracle that their gang leader hadn't been killed yet.

Broca the Big Cat had his usual gloomy face. It wasn't that he was particularly fierce; he was secretly plotting how to chop the ungrateful pizzeria owner into mincemeat and flush him down the toilet. Broca simply thought that looking fierce would avoid a lot of trouble.

Just like those Yakuza (thugs) in the East who often greet other people's female relatives with friendly words, they wouldn't dare say they're in the underworld if they didn't scare passersby and collect protection money.

Mike's knowledge of the Eastern Kingdom's yakuza mostly came from the high school girl Banquet, and was somewhat exaggerated. If it were former general Akatsuki, he probably would have drawn his sword and driven the Akuza away on the spot.

"Boss, I can't understand your drawings."

"What don't you understand?"

Austa pointed to the car body: "Texas cars shouldn't be like this."

Mike agreed with Austa's assessment. Originally, there was no hope for that red sports car, so he tried to design the blueprints, send them to the processing plant for stamping, and finally bring them back for assembly.

What they saw in front of them was just the chassis of a sports car; Mike had placed the frame on the other side of the repair shop to avoid obstructing entry and exit.

To dispel Aosta's doubts, Mike began to take it seriously: "Miss Texas's car is too eye-catching, and I believe she doesn't like the feeling of being stared at by too many people, so I designed a sports car for her that better suits her own characteristics..."

"is it?"

Texas’s indifferent voice came from the doorway.

Ah this...

Mike's expression froze on his face.

Lately, the operators have been appearing and disappearing mysteriously, always talking behind his back.

Javi nodded slightly to Texas without saying a word, and the latter looked surprised, with a hint of astonishment.

Mike noticed their little actions and immediately realized that this was Javy's unauthorized action; Texas had no idea what the so-called code was.

Gan.

Javi still loves to stir things up.

“Mike, may I call you that?” Texas ignored Javier and turned to look at Mike.

How could Mike disagree? Texas was one of his favorite operators. She was good-looking, strong, and had a rather aloof style. If he didn't like Texas, he would have a failed life.

But the next sentence sent chills down your spine.

Texas continued, "So Mike, what did you do to me when I brought the sports car to your repair shop the other day?"

Texas's voice wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating, so much so that all three Syracuses in the repair shop heard it.

Javi and Austa perked up their ears; this explosive news was even more attention-grabbing than when Lappland was pestering Texas.

Broca didn't seem to care much until he moved a stool and sat down by the door...

Mike couldn't control these clowns. Texas came to his door and spoke politely, which meant she had no evidence, but it didn't mean she was completely helpless.

Syracuseans are not so inflexible, especially the younger generation like those from Texas who grew up in Colombia; for them, rules are meant to be broken.

If he angers Germany, just like he did with Hollande, he'll stab himself a dozen times, none of which will be fatal. Mike will then have to lie in the hospital for the next six months playing the role of a mummy.

Mike looked out of the repair shop. Texas was bathed in sunlight, the golden light shining on her long, black hair, making it gleam with an intoxicating luster. Her fair skin had a healthy blush, and her delicate face had lost some of the girlish charm, but gained the allure of a mature woman.

Is there really anyone in this land who doesn't like Texas?

But what's the use of liking someone when he's already been rejected?

"Okay, Texas, I admit I was wrong."

Mike sighed; with that as a starting point, the conversation could continue.

Texas was not happy at all, because such a capable person was hidden in an inconspicuous auto repair shop.

The key point is that this person is from Colombia.

Could it be that the matter has been leaked to a greater extent?

The city walls they painstakingly built eventually developed loopholes.

Doctor, if you were still alive, what would you do...?

“Texas, I admit I was wrong. The day you arrived, I took a liking to your car, which is why I took it upon myself to design and modify it. But I promise…”

"Wait, what did you say?!"

Mike's eyes widened: "Sports car modifications, huh? Didn't you send someone to keep an eye on things at my shop? Javi just gave you a wink, wasn't that about this?"

At that moment, another, even louder voice rang out: "What?! You modified our car?! Do you have any design drawings? You need to give me a thorough review! I don't want to drive around in an itasha!"

Exusiai could no longer hold back and jumped out from around the corner, running aggressively towards Mike.

Not only her, but all the members of Penguin Logistics were there, including Penguin's boss, the Great Emperor.

The guy used his fins to pull down the sunglasses perched on his nose, and his pair of dark, round eyes carefully examined Mike.

In other words, they heard the entire conversation between Mike and Texas.

"You're just talking about the car?"

Faced with Texas's question, Mike asked in confusion, "Weren't you talking about the car?"

Exusiai quickly slipped between them, picked up the design drawings that Osta had placed on the workbench, and began to carefully examine them.

Mike's candid demeanor left Texas with no clues, while the Emperor, who was observing closely from the side, coughed and let out a deep, resonant voice.

"Exusiai, bring me the design drawings. I need to test the design skills of a Columbia PhD."

"Here it is, boss. The contents of the blueprints seem quite impressive."

The little angel spread the design out in front of the emperor, and the penguin looked up at Mike and asked, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind. After all, you are the client, and the client's requirements should come first."

The emperor made a "tsk" sound, it was unclear whether it was laughter or something else.

It lowered its head and traced its fins across the drawing.

"Ah."

"Boss, what do you think?"

“It’s a very interesting design, Mr. Mike. Your personal aesthetic sense is acceptable, but…”

20. My beloved is separated by mountains and seas.

"But... I don't understand why you designed the front of the car to resemble the head of a film, and it's the most ordinary kind of small film, or to put it simply, a cat."

Emperor keeps up with the times, from classical music to pop music to rap, and likes new things more than most people. It is reasonable that he can see through the design of the microphone at a glance.

Mike scratched his head and hesitated, "Because it's cool?"

"cool?"

"Have you guys been to the movies lately? The Columbia Pictures superhero movie Catman has been released, and I heard that a model of Catman's car was auctioned for tens of millions of Lungmen Dollars."

The penguin gently tapped its chin with its flipper, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "I've seen the movie you mentioned, and I've seen the previous ones too. The one showing at Lungmen is the final installment of the trilogy, 'The Dark Knight Returns'..."

"Wow, boss, neither Texas nor I have seen this movie. How about we go see it later?"

Exusiai's suggestion was approved by the other companions. The Lupo looked at Mike, then at the little angel with expectant eyes, and had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The Emperor returned the blueprints to Mike and said seriously, "There's nothing wrong with your modifications, but regarding the cost..."

"It's just stamping the car body, it won't cost too much money. The main expense in repairing a car is replacing parts. Miss Texas must have been involved in a local war, otherwise the car wouldn't have been damaged like this."

Since Mike had already said that, the Emperor couldn't really refute it. After all, it was his employee who caused the trouble. The repair cost of a sports car was less than the annual tribute paid to the Guard Bureau.

"Okay, happy cooperation."

After a great deal of effort, Mike finally managed to get rid of the troublesome penguin logistics.

When he returned to the store, the three members of Javi's gang sat down side by side like obedient children, looking ready to be taught a lesson.

If this had happened in the past, Mike would have said a few words at most, but now he's not the Doctor of Rhodes Island, and this isn't Rhodes Island, so he doesn't need to worry about so much.

“I understand that you were commissioned by Texas, but we need to discuss the salary issue further.”

The boss's secret weapon: deduct wages!

Javier didn't seem to care about this, and said in a relaxed tone, "Boss, if you don't mind, I have a plan."

Mike frowned. It wasn't that he didn't trust Javi; the guy could sometimes come up with some brilliant ideas, but the actual execution depended on his two brothers.

As for the plan he mentioned...

"Tell me what you think, but I can't guarantee I'll agree. After all, I'm just a mechanic. If you want me to save this land, you'd better find someone else."

Jia Wei waved his hand, stood up and leaned closer, and whispered, "Boss, I heard that the Lungmen people are looking for the leader of a Syracuse family."

I know about this. They're looking for that guy Capone. He fought Texas in Lungmen before, then went back to Syracuse, and somehow chose to stay in Lungmen.

Despite his own thoughts, Mike said aloud, "Go on, I'm listening."

"If we can find Capone, we'll make a fortune!"

Make a fortune?

Mike leaned against the workbench, one hand on his back: "Did you see Capone's bounty poster?"

"No."

"Has the Royal Guard issued an arrest warrant?"

"nor……"

As Jiawei spoke, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.