Arknights, are you a good person?

“I will cherish this feeling!”

Croissant quickly lowered his head and carefully searched through the three hundred photos, his fingers moving so fast that afterimages flashed.

Texas bowed his head and said nothing.

She had a feeling that if Qi Yuan was born in Syracuse, he would probably be able to build a family out of thin air, but the Longmen stage still limited his performance.

While thinking, Croissant had already flipped through all the photos and slumped down on the sofa.

"No……"

"The motorcycle I bought is not in any of these pictures."

what happened?

Qi Yuan frowned when he heard that. With so many connections mobilized, these were almost all of Longmen's motorcycles. Could it be that in just a few hours, the thieves had completed the entire process of changing the color and selling the stolen goods?

It's really too arrogant.

"We can only do it the traditional and troublesome way." Qi Yuan put the phone back into his pocket.

Croissant sighed and turned to look at Texas: "Ade, help us cover, Angelica just complained that Qi Yuan did something without her, she must be very alert now."

Texas nodded silently, and Qi Yuan pulled Croissant out to look for clues, very urgently.

A few minutes later, Angelica came back with hot chocolate, humming a song. Her eye-catching halo swayed left and right, and she shook her head while drinking the hot chocolate.

"Where are Croissant and Qi Yuan?" Angel stopped and looked around in surprise.

The staff lounge, which was bustling just now, now only had Texas left, which was basically the same as if no one was there.

"Did anything interesting happen?"

She exuded a sadness that everyone was having fun, but not her.

"They went to deliver a package." Texas coughed.

"Oh."

The Archangel lost all interest in an instant.

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Rainy night, viaduct.

A motorcycle was speeding at high speed without its lights on. The street lamps that were too far away cast light downwards, illuminating the dark red body of the motorcycle and the flowing blue hair, but could not illuminate the dark halo.

The car was going very fast.

The vehicle was so fast that it left a trail of shadow on the overpass, and the motorcyclist could not be seen clearly.

But the motorcyclist seemed to have no feelings at all. The speed of over 200 miles per hour could not make her feel any passion, and even her heart beat very slowly.

"It was so fast that I couldn't even see the scenery clearly."

Mostima steered the beast at a speed of 240 miles per hour with one hand and touched his face with the other hand, as if he was no different from sitting on the sofa in a coffee shop.

"It's a good gift for Xiaole. She likes the feeling of high-speed racing."

Mostima slowly let go of the accelerator, and after losing power, the motorcycle rushed forward nearly a hundred meters and stopped at an emergency maintenance point beside the road.

“It’s nice to be able to see the scenery and lights again.”

She looked at the red Liberi who had appeared beside her out of nowhere. She was panting, her feathers were disheveled, and it seemed as if she had wasted her energy trying to keep up with the speeding motorcycle.

"Am I right, Narrator of Suffering?" Mastema took the hot chocolate handed to her by Liberi.

"shut up!"

Red Liberi staggered at the name and said angrily.

"I was careless."

Mostima shook her head. "What's the new codename those old men in the notary office gave you? The Singer of the End? The Narrator of Suffering? The Phoenix Destroyer? The Destroyer of Dawn?"

"The code name this time is my real name!"

"Okay, Fiammetta," Mostima said calmly.

The Phoenix of Destruction sighed: "Your new colleague is indeed outrageous. I spent several hours collecting information and pieced together a simple image. It's really... hard to describe."

“I feel like they get along pretty well.”

Mostima touched the motorcycle and said, "Please do me a favor and return this gift to Penguin Logistics."

"Uh……"

Fiammetta suddenly looked embarrassed.

103: Unlucky Fiammetta (3 more)

The viaduct is very quiet.

Liberi, with red hair, wearing a notary's cape and long boots, carrying a heavy artillery and a crossbow, has two red feathers on his head pointing loftily to the sky.

She looked ahead at the angel-demon who was wearing a hoodie, carrying two staffs, one black and one white, and had a calm face. She was speechless for a long time.

"Sorry, can't do it."

After a long pause, Fiameta flatly refused: "Besides, I am your observer, not your and Penguin Logistics' babysitter. Don't go too far, Mostima."

"What do you mean you can't do it?"

Mostima had always been somewhat detached and indifferent, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel curious.

Just like the first time she ate dry-mixed glutinous rice dumplings in Longmen, the soft, sticky glutinous rice dumplings were covered with a lot of soybean powder, which amazed her taste buds.

"The whole Longmen is in turmoil." Thinking of the intelligence he had collected, Fiammetta couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Official law enforcement agencies have taken action, and the underworld has also taken action. Everyone is looking for a red motorcycle. If you were not driving so fast, no one would be able to see the color of the motorcycle. You would have been photographed and put on the table of Penguin Logistics by now."

"Don't worry, this will never happen." Mostima replied calmly.

As long as Mastema wanted, she would never be seen, let alone photographed.

But there was one thing that Mastema had to care about.

"Hearing what you said, it seems that Penguin Logistics has undergone some terrible changes during my absence."

She rubbed her blue hair, wondering what she was thinking about.

"It has become the most powerful underworld. It also has subordinates in the Imperial Guard Bureau. I collected intelligence in a short time, but I heard all the rumors. There was even a rumor that the emperor was forced to retreat to the second line and could only focus on his music career."

"What an outrageous rumor."

Moshouti nodded. In fact, before that, she had put on her hood and glanced at Qi Yuan from afar. At that time, she just felt that this young man looked quite friendly and his communication with Penguin Logistics was very harmonious. She never expected that there would be so many outrageous rumors.

"Qi Yuan is such a mysterious man..."

Mostima nodded repeatedly as he listened to Fiammetta speak, a hint of interest rising in his heart.

She looked at the red motorcycle under her crotch. The fiery red glossy paint reflected a face with a black halo above its head and devil horns.

"How about we play a treasure hunt game with him?"

"You still have the mood to play around?" Fiammetta rubbed the fiery red feathers and said unhappily. It can be seen that Fiammetta has used all his strength to mock.

"I thought you would just watch the world go by like usual, not interfering, but just watching things develop to a climax in silence..."

The more he talked, the more Fiammetta felt something was wrong, and gradually he stopped talking.

She suddenly realized that what Fiammetta had just said was "we", which often meant that Mostima was watching the fun from the sidelines while Fiammetta took on all the work like a model worker.

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"

Fiammetta looked agitated and took a few steps back.

"I am the monitor, responsible only for reporting your words and deeds to Rutland for those old guys to evaluate, not you and the Penguin Logistics nanny!"

"uh-huh?"

Mostima smiled faintly: "But aren't you worried? That's Remuel's new teammate."

"Why aren't you worried?"

Fiammetta said unhappily.

"Of course I'm worried." Mastema put away her smile and said seriously.

"you!"

Fiammetta was a little mad.

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The King of Longmen Modified Cars.

"So the car was stolen. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Just one word from Mr. Qi Yuan and I'll immediately conjure up an identical car. Don't bother looking for it anymore."

Qi Yuan declined the car modification king's offer to help him steal a car, feeling a little melancholy.

Longmen Car Modification King has excellent business. A car comes in with smoking smoke and leaves in perfect condition. It only costs a few thousand Longmen coins. Seeing that Qi Yuan has no intention of expanding the business, the employees of Car Modification King are still trying to please him.

Qi Yuan quickly left the scene.

Walking down the street, he sighed deeply.

This was the first time he felt a little confused. In the past, no matter how he dealt with things, he at least had a clue.

And the theft is really clueless.

It was like fishing for a needle in the sea. Not only was the initial position of the needle unknown, but it was also constantly changing position. He and the croissant soldiers split into two groups, running around like headless flies.

"Oh, motorcycle."

Qi Yuan sighed and took a shortcut into an alley. The dim street lights shone on the road, casting two tall and thin shadows.

Ok?

Qi Yuan noticed something was wrong. With his martial arts skills, he didn't notice anyone until they were five meters away?

He stopped quickly.

The people behind also stopped at the same time, silently, showing their tracking skills.

"Hello."

Qi Yuan turned around and threatened politely.

Then he was stunned.

Does the person you are following look familiar?

The visitor had red and pink hair, two feathers pointing to the sky, and a heavy artillery and crossbow on his back. He had no intention of concealing his identity.

It was Fiammetta.

Qi Yuan is a new employee of Penguin, and she dares to bet that Qi Yuan has never seen her.

"I want to play a game with you..."

Fiammetta gritted his teeth as he spoke his opening remarks, and suddenly he had the urge to kill Mostima with one blow.

"Stop."

Qi Yuan waved his hand and said, "What's your name today, friend?"

Fiammetta was preparing a speech in his mind, but when he heard Qi Yuan's words, he was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that Qi Yuan knows me?

But looking at his expression, he seemed unaware of the situation. Fiammetta couldn't help but think that maybe his Yan dialect was not authentic enough, so he added the wrong tenses to his words in his mind.

"I am the Riddler of Terra. Join my game and you will get what you want."

Fiammetta said solemnly.

This nickname was thought up by Mostima on the spur of the moment and it is very appropriate.

Fiammetta's words made Qi Yuan fall into silence. He looked at Fiammetta and felt a little depressed.

Wherever Fiammetta is, there is Mostima.