I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"You want that much money?!" Zabu looked frightened.

Stephen: "Yes, because the related equipment Jet needs are all specially customized."

"It's so treacherous. It's just a smelly fish. I want money too!" Zabu rolled his eyes, obviously very unbalanced.

Leo said that this guy was completely hopeless and took a small step back: "Ugh, what are you talking about at the top of your lungs?"

"Let's not talk about the cost of the equipment. The food and salary paid to you are the same. I apologize for your dissatisfaction." After Stephen said this, he raised the tea cup in his hand again and took a sip.

"Isn't it?" Zabu looked excited, "I'm not telling you, I can spend all this money in less than half an hour every month. I'm really not fooling you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zabu's lower eyelids stretched for a long time as if someone had forcefully pulled them apart, and then Jane's figure appeared in front of him.

It turned out that Jane's toe stepped on Zabu's eyelids. Well, it looked very painful.

It actually hurt...because Zabu immediately started screaming in response. The scene and the tone could be said to be tragic.

Jane said with a smile: "Oh haha~ Why are you so excited? I really can't understand."

"What did you say!?" Zabu immediately waved his hand and drove away Zhen who was kicking her nose and face.

Jane, who had just listened to the conversation between several people, scolded from the side: "A gambling maniac like you who is full of debt, even if I give you hundreds of millions, it is just a number plus a few zeros." "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Anyway, it is an essential device for him to maintain life. I hope you can understand."

Leo pursed his lips with a wry smile, and 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, Zabu suddenly turned around and pointed: "Wait...that would not be good for him."

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

What a stingy person... Leo thought.

And Jane knew that the guy in front of her, Bai Mao, was the one least qualified to speak out about fairness.

"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 shoulders.

Zabu raised his head shamelessly in response to the disdainful looks cast by everyone: "If you don't work, you won't have food to eat!"

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

"That guy Jett, the clothes and housing are all the most expensive. He is obviously just a newcomer. He comes here and shamelessly calls Cheng Rang "teacher" and has everything. He is obviously too cunning, isn't he? Let me tell you. , the combat power is not even half as strong as mine, it’s just a waste of resources here and freeloading.” Zabu still holds on to this little bit of leverage and won’t let go.

Leo didn't say anything, but subconsciously looked at Cheng Rang, who was playing chess with Leticia over the sofa.

Cheng Rang seemed to be pretending not to hear this. He probably thought that Zabu was just having a rest and had nothing to do. After all, who had nothing to do in the morning would be distracted by the trash talk of a fool who turned into lemon essence.

Sour, full of sourness.

But the door on the side was opened at some point, and Jet was standing outside the door.

Leo discovered this at the reminder from Sonic on his shoulder.

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

"Good morning everyone."

Just when everyone's eyes turned over following Leo's loud plea to stay, Jet just bowed his head and said hello to everyone, closed the door, and left.

The silence in the office could be heard, and Cheng Rang also stopped playing with Letitia.

Leo grabbed Zabu'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.

Cheng Rang was silent for a while, then smiled wryly and shrugged: "As someone he calls a teacher, I am indeed a bit derelict in my duty."

"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 time, Stephen's cell phone rang. After a brief conversation, Stephen put down his cell phone and said to the officers in front of him: "Okay, the break is over, get ready to work!"

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

"What should we do about Mr. Jett? Are we ignoring him?" Leo turned back to Stephen and asked before following Cheng Rang into any elevator to explore the mission location.

"Of course he will also have missions. Personal mood and work are two different things." Stephen replied without raising his head while holding up the intelligence board, "Stop worrying about these things and leave as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay..."

Chapter 178 Blues Gill Breathing (2)

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

"Miss."

As the song was about to end, the man driving the car called out to his eldest lady in the back seat.

Stab!

But it was obvious that these words were not spoken at the right time. A needle with electric shock stabbed the man in the back of the head, causing him to scream in agony, which made the co-pilot's bodyguard suddenly look bad.

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

The man driving the car immediately said: "Sorry, I thought the song had finished playing..."

"Ignorance, there are still 0.5 seconds left before fading out. If you do it next time, your medulla oblongata will be burned to ashes. So, what's the matter?" Her words were very strict, and she also showed an almost harsh requirement for time.

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

"Have you prepared your head?"

"Yes."

"Then the total cost of the transplant surgery is 2 billion US dollars. At the same time, the information will be leaked to Sudan's arms dealer intelligence network. The next thing."

"About last week's unresolved issue of the Workers' Party Operations Department..."

The car was driving on the road in Hersalemzlot at night, and the woman in the back seat dealt with the matters reported by her subordinates confidently.

"Next thing."

"We will negotiate with MI6 in 20 minutes," the man said.

She sighed softly: "Even Agent [00] finally needs to be biochemically modified? Until Daniel Craig's knees can launch missiles, he must be treated as our most important customer. This will be our best promotional material." .”

The man then nodded and whispered: "That's all."

After 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 play from the headphones.

She put her hands on both sides of the headphones again.

As long as the strife in the world continues, only this headset will be my safe haven...

In the evening, Jett, who had completed his mission, was looking for work everywhere.

"If you don't work, you won't have food!" Zabu's words vaguely echoed in his ears.

In a restaurant with a job posting.

"Here, let's take a look..." The boss in a suit poked his forehead with a pen in distress. He had no intention of recruiting the half-fish man in front of him as an employee.

"No experience, no education, no guarantee, needless to say no visa, right?" So he used these reasons to persuade him to quit.

Then Jet came to a store that seemed to have few conditions and needed to recruit people.

"No problem, there are many like you in the city!" The boss seemed very happy that Jet could come here and extended his hand to him, "We don't have that kind of traditional concept. Whether it works or not depends entirely on you. "

Just when Jet was about to step forward to shake hands and accept the job, the door behind the boss was suddenly pushed open, and a group of skinless heads stuck together like rotten meat squeezed out from behind, seemingly occupying the rear area. There was all this space for employees backstage, which startled him.

"President~~ What's the matter, are you a new colleague?!" A bunch of guys with heads like plasticine were pulling each other and leaning over from behind. The scene was really shocking.

"Ah, by the way..."

The president smiled bitterly and was about to introduce these "friendly" colleagues to Jet, but found that he had already turned around and walked out.

"Hey, boy, don't leave!"

After applying for jobs, Jeter also kept running into obstacles.

"Our store is not suitable for entertaining non-human beings."

"No, no!"

"You are not from another world like us."

No matter in various industries, either I can't cope with it, or I am 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.

Jet seemed a little depressed. He entered a roadside tavern without saying a word and got drunk alone.

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.

sky.

"Haha, it's so strange." (Alien)

"Are you the product of a cross between a fish and a human?"

Jet woke up from his deep sleep and looked at the figure in front of him wearing a rag cloak and holding a long staff.

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

"That guy, the Count, created such a sinful creature..."

"Who are you?" Jet interrupted his soliloquy and asked this stranger he met here for the first time.

"Huh?" The Blood God of Fighting curiously stretched out his long staff, jumped over from a distance, and came to the huge transparent glass jar.

"Do you understand what I say, bastard of darkness?" He called himself, "Then listen carefully. I am leaving here now. This house will be burned to death by my blood magic, including you. "

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

"But let's start with the ugly words. The loneliness you face in the outside world without any compatriots cannot be compared here. It will exceed your imagination."

Bubbles floated up in front of his eyes, making gurgling sounds in the water. The figure in front of him asked himself a final question.

"So, which hell are you going to choose?"

The empty wine glass was smashed hard on the table, and the remaining foam lingered on the wall of the glass. Jet felt the scene in front of him begin to shake, and slowly lay down on the wine table.

After staggering out of the tavern, the sky was completely dark. From time to time, vehicles passing by at high speed on the empty streets illuminated the dim street for a moment with their headlights - the street lights were old and in disrepair, and the brightness was simply The headlights that illuminated the car as we drove past here were not bright yet.

Staggering on his feet, Jet accidentally bumped into an alien. Amidst his incomprehensible yells, Jet just put his hands in front of him and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry... "

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

Another silver car passed by.

The eyes of the woman sitting in the back seat wearing a semi-covering helmet were immediately attracted to something on Jett's neck on the side of the road.

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

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

The screen showed a special-looking headset that was very similar to the self-contained breathing apparatus on land around Jet's neck.

The process of manufacturing the prototype was stained with countless blood, and it is a dreamy ultra-high-end audio equipment that cannot be reproduced from an engineering perspective. Due to its high degree of completion, it is even rumored that you can use it to hear the revelation of God!

Why do those super-civilized headphones appear in this city?

She is very passionate about headphones and music, and she knows them very well.

"Stop!" she ordered immediately.

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

"What's wrong, Miss?"

"Drive back," she said.

"But I have to meet Her Majesty the Queen in three minutes..."

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

"exist."