I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"That much money?!" Zhabu looked terrified.

Stephen: "That's right, because the related equipment that Jeter needs are all specially customized."

"It's too treacherous, it's just a stinky fish, I want money too!" Zhabu rolled his eyes, obviously very unbalanced.

Leo said that this guy was completely hopeless, took a small step back and said, "Oh, what are you talking about?"

"Let's not talk about the equipment cost, the food and salaries paid to you are the same. I apologize for your dissatisfaction." Stephen said, raising the teacup in his hand again to take a sip.

"Isn't it!" Zhabu said excitedly, "It's not that I said, I can spend this little money in less than half an hour every month, I'm really not fooling you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhabu's lower eyelid stretched for a long time as if being pulled open by force, and then Jane's figure appeared in front of him.

It turned out that Jane's toe stepped on Zabu's eyelid, um, it looked painful.

In fact, it hurts too... because Zhabu immediately screamed in unison, the scene, the tone, can be said to be horrific.

Jane said with a smile: "Oh, hehe~ Why are you so excited, I really don't understand."

"What are you talking about!?" Zabu immediately waved his hand and drove off Jane, who was kicking her nose and face.

Jane, who had just listened to the conversation of several people, scolded at the side: "For a gambler like you who is in debt, even if I give you hundreds of millions, it's just adding a few zeros to the number." "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Anyway, it was an essential life-sustaining device for him, I hope you understand."

Leo pursed his lips and smiled wryly, Stephen's voice came from the other side at the same time, apparently ignoring the white-haired idiot in front of him who was arguing with someone else.

Hearing this, Zhabu suddenly turned around and pointed: "Wait...that would not be good for him."

The three of them looked at this guy obviously because they didn't want others to take advantage of him, and they all cast contemptuous glances.

What a stingy person... Leo thought.

But Jane knew that the white hair in front of her was the one who was least qualified to be fair.

"CheckMate~" "Come again!" The chess game on the side seemed to have finished its fifth game.

Even Sonic couldn't stand it anymore, and had already jumped from the sofa and climbed onto Leo's shoulder here.

In response to the disdainful gazes cast by the crowd, Zhabu raised his head shamelessly: "If you don't work, you will have nothing to eat!"

This obviously means that Jeter wears an expensive custom-made equipment but does not do the same thing as himself, thinking that he is not worthy.

"That guy, Jeter, has the most expensive clothing and housing. He is obviously just a newcomer. He came here to shamelessly call Cheng Rang a teacher and he has everything. Obviously too cunning, isn't he? Let me tell you , The combat power is not half as strong as mine, it is simply a waste of resources and free food here." Zhabu still holds on to this point and does not let go.

And Leo didn't speak, but subconsciously looked at Cheng Rang who was playing chess with Leticia on the other side of the sofa.

Cheng Rang seemed to be pretending he didn't hear this, probably because he thought Zhabu was simply having nothing to do and was having a convulsion. After all, who would be distracted by listening to the trash talk of a fool who turned into lemon essence when he had nothing to do in a good morning.

Sour, full of sour.

But the door on the side was opened at some unknown time, and Jeter stood outside the door.

Leo discovered this with the reminder of Sonic on his shoulder.

"Ah, Mr. Jeter...that...this is..."

"Good morning everyone."

Just when everyone's gazes followed Leo's loud persuasion, Jeter just bowed his head and said hello to everyone, then closed the door and left here.

The quiet needle drop could be heard in the office, and Cheng Rang also stopped the match with Leticia.

Leo grabbed Zhabu's arm and shouted, "Hey, what you just said was too much, go and apologize!"

"Who would apologize to that guy? Get out of here!" Zabu shook off Leo's hand and strode out of here.

"Senior Cheng, is it okay for you to just sit like this?" Leo turned to look at Cheng Rang who was on the side.

Cheng Rang was silent for a while, then shrugged with a wry smile and said, "As a person he calls a teacher, I am indeed a bit remiss."

"But many things also require opportunities...

.. Even if you drag Zabu to apologize, it will probably make him feel grudge. After all, everyone knows that Zabu is not a person who sincerely apologizes. "

At this moment, Stephen's cell phone rang. After a brief conversation, Stephen put down the cell phone and spoke to the officers in front of him, "Okay, the rest time is over, and we're ready to work!"

Conspiracies and violent crimes are rife across HL, and everyone is getting busy.

"What about Mr. Jeter, do you leave him alone?" Leo asked Stephen back before following Cheng Rang into any elevator to explore the mission location.

"Of course he also has tasks. Personal mood and work are two different things." Stephen replied without raising the head of the information board, "Don't worry about these things, let's go."

"Okay, okay..."

Chapter 178 Blues Gill Breathing ([-])

Intense and crazy heavy metal death rock music is coming from the headphones. A blonde woman wearing a blue and white half-covered helmet and a dark blue leather dress is sitting in the back seat of the car, putting her hands on the headphones and enjoying the music , the wide sleeves reveal the armpits and shoulders, and the overall dress style is quite avant-garde.

"Miss."

As soon as the song was over, the man driving the car called his eldest lady in the back seat.

Stab it!

But it was obviously not the right time to say these words, a needle with electric shock was stabbed hard on the back of the man's head, causing him to scream out of electric shock, which made the bodyguard of the co-pilot look a little bad.

"Don't make noise." She manipulated the remote control in her hand and retracted the electric shock needle.

The man driving the car immediately said: "Sorry, I thought the song was over..."

"Stupid, there is still 0.5 seconds before fading out, and if you burn your medulla oblongata to ashes next time, then, what's the matter?" Her words were very strict, and at the same time, she showed an almost harsh requirement for time.

The man lowered his head and said, "Yes... Russia's Svatoslav ordered 12 sets of bodies for local combat."

"Have you prepared the head yourself?"

"Yes."

"Then, together with the cost of the transplant operation, the total is 20 billion U.S. dollars. At the same time, disclose the information to Sudan's arms dealer intelligence network, the next thing."

"Regarding the pending Labor Party war department last week...."

The car was driving on the night road in Hershalymzlot, and the woman in the back seat was confidently handling the affairs reported by her subordinates.

"The next one."

"There will be a negotiation with MI20 in [-] minutes," the man said.

She sighed softly: "Finally, even Agent [00] wants to be biochemically modified? Before Daniel Craig's knee can launch missiles, he must be treated as our most important customer, and it will be our best promotional material." .”

The man then nodded and said in a low voice, "That's all."

Hearing this, the eldest lady relaxed her body, leaned on the soft seat, pressed the remote control in her hand, and the music continued to stream from the earphones.

She rested her hands on both sides of the earphones again.

As long as the disputes in the world continue for a day, only this earphone is my safe place...

In the evening, Jeter, who had completed the task, was looking for work everywhere.

"If you don't work, you will have nothing to eat!" Zabu's words echoed faintly in his ears.

In a restaurant with a job posting.

"Here, let me see..." The boss in the suit and leather shoes poked his forehead with a pen in distress. Regarding the half murloc in front of him, he had no intention of recruiting him as an employee.

"No experience, no education, no guarantee, needless to say, no visa, right?" So he was persuaded to quit with such reasons.

After that, Jeter came to a shop that needed to recruit people that seemed to have no qualifications.

"No problem, there are so many people like you in the city!" The boss seemed very happy that Jeter came here, and stretched out his hand to him, "We don't have that old-fashioned concept, it depends on you whether you can do it or not. "

Jeter just wanted to shake hands. When accepting the job, the door behind the boss was suddenly squeezed open, and a group of skinless heads stuck together like rotten meat squeezed out from the back, which seemed to have filled the back All the space backstage for employees, it took him by surprise.

"President~~ What's the matter, are you a new colleague?!" A group of guys with heads like plasticine pulled each other and peeked over from behind.

"Ah, yes, by the way..."

The president smiled wryly and was about to introduce this group of "kind" colleagues to Jeter, but found that he had already turned around and left.

"Hey, boy, don't go!"

In the subsequent application, Jeter also kept running into walls.

"Our store is inconvenient to entertain non-human beings."

"No, no, no!"

"You are not from our outside world, are you?"

No matter in various industries, either they can't handle it by themselves, or they are rejected for various reasons.

Human beings cannot accept themselves, and people from other worlds also regard Jet as an alien.

In such a huge city, no one can accept his own existence.

Jeter looked a little depressed, he entered a roadside tavern without saying a word, and got drunk alone here.

Accompanied by the low-quality wine swaying under the dim light, Jet's thoughts returned to the time when he was brought into this world by his master.

day.

"Hehe, it's really strange." (Other world language)

"Are you the product of a fish mating with a human?"

Jet woke up from a deep sleep, and looked at the figure in front of the jug wearing a rag cloak and leaning on a long staff.

His face also wore a bone mask with sharp fangs like a beast.

"That fellow, Earl, created such a sinful creature..."

"Who are you?" Jeter interrupted his soliloquy, asking the stranger he met here for the first time.

"Huh?" Blood Fighting God raised his staff curiously, jumped over from a distance, and came to this huge transparent glass jar.

"Can you understand me, bastard of darkness?" he called himself, "Then listen carefully, I am leaving here now, this house will be burned to the ground by my blood, including you. "

"However, I can give you a chance to choose your destiny."

"But the ugly thing is the first, the loneliness you face outside without compatriots is not comparable here, it will be beyond your imagination."

Bubbles floated up from his eyes, causing the sound of grunting in the water, and the figure in front of him asked himself a final question.

"So, which hell will you choose?"

The empty wine glass was smashed hard on the table, and the remaining foam lingered on the wall of the glass. Jeter slowly lay down on the wine table as he felt the shaking scene in front of him.

After staggering out of the tavern, the sky was completely dark. From time to time, high-speed vehicles on the empty street lit up the dim street with their headlights—the street lamps were outdated and in disrepair, and their brightness was simply incredible. The headlights were bright when they hadn't passed here yet.

With swaying footsteps, Jeter accidentally bumped into an outsider head-on. Amidst his twittering and incomprehensible scolding, Jeter put his obedient hands in front of him and bowed deeply: "Sorry... "

After the man left, Jet stood on the deserted street and sighed heavily.

Another silver car passed by.

The sight of the woman wearing a half-covered helmet sitting in the back seat was immediately attracted by the thing on Jeter's neck by the side of the road.

"That one just now! No way... no way no way?!" The blond lady kept marveling, and quickly opened the laptop at hand to check.

"That alien is wearing... Beinheisa MARK ZERO?!"

A specially shaped earphone was shown on the screen, which was very similar to the land self-contained breathing apparatus on Jeter's neck.

Countless blood was stained in the process of manufacturing the prototype, and the dreamy super high-end audio equipment that cannot be reproduced from an engineering point of view, due to its high degree of completion, it is even rumored that it can be used to hear the revelation of God!

Why did that super-civilized headset appear in this city?

A fan of headphones and music, she knows it all.

"Stop!" she ordered immediately.

With the ear-piercing sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the silver car suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

"What's the matter, Miss?"

"Go back," she said.

"But I'm going to see Her Majesty the Queen in 3 minutes..."

Hearing this, the eldest lady showed a tangled expression. She gritted her teeth and ordered to the communication channel: "Bonn, Staniwaf."

"exist."