Arante Mountains, at the foot of the northwest mountain.
On the back of the town of Oen, the quiet auto repair parts factory is as usual.
The ground is filled with sunshine.
Underground is the abyss of sinful human beings.
Tom Jewinson's face was gloomy, his eyes were about to squirt out an angry light.
I was riding my motorcycle irritably and rushed in.
The motorcycle accelerator was twisting loudly, but it still couldn't evaporate the irritability of the whole body.
Hearing the sound of motorcycles, Shady Harris, in the mailroom, looked up.
The motorcycle had just parked in the parking space, and Shati hadn't stood up yet...
"Fake!"
After scolding, there was a loud bang.
"Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang..."
An innocent motorcycle was kicked over by a powerful force.
Tom Jewinson, who had a fierce look, had some irritability.
He was a bald man with little eyes and hooked nose, and a deep scald between his left eyebrow bone and corner of his eyes made him look like he was loaded with a butcher's temperament.
Ugly and evil.
The palm-leaf slap helmet hit the chair with broken legs at the door.
As if she got used to it, Shati frowned, sat down again, and continued to describe her "Mayan Sacrifice Code".
When I first came to this town, I was trembling with the bald Tom who was always smashing things and kicking chairs.
But Tom didn't dare to kill her, and gradually got used to it.
I guess I fought with Frederick (the squinting man) again, or the crime was not smooth, and I was injured by the other party...
Just do whatever you want...
Small wavy curly Shadi curled her lips.
Tom, the bald, walked into the mailroom angrily.
He glanced at Shati with a bad look and took out a one-liter vodka from the refrigerator.
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A few kilometers away, the Galileo State Bureau of Investigation temporary base camp.
"Ivey, come and see if he has a super energy...Ives?"
Carl enlarged the video from the sniper, intending to let Avis identify it. He rode a motorcycle into the auto repair parts factory and was a bald head. He was the carrier of the superpower system.
Unfortunately, the answer to him was the snoring sound.
Carl turned around and searched, and found the guy lying on the floor, sleeping in vague sense.
The body covers a large area, and other agents are forced to squeeze aside, drawing circles in their hearts to curse him.
"Avie, get up."
Carl shook, this guy didn't wake up.
"Avis Amber, wake up!"
Carl pia pia his face, this guy still slept soundly.
"If you can't get up, you failed the internship."
Avis wrinkled his face and turned over.
At least it worked... Carl made a trick:
"Your mother married Lu Yisi!"
"What! Who endured humiliation so much..."
Avis got up and saw the contemptuous expression on the faces of the people around him, "Are you funny guy sent by monkeys?"
Blinking her beautiful double eyelids, scratching the back of her head, and asked:
"Ka Sir, what did you say just now, I accidentally fell asleep."
"We just discussed that we should improve the internship assessment standards of the Bureau of Special Measures."
Carl made something out of nothing and ran a run.
Unexpectedly, after ten minutes of sleepiness, Avis actually had the effect of reducing wisdom, so he couldn't hear the meaning of Kazuiweng.
"This, is the owner of the auto repair parts factory back?"
Ivis glanced at the display screen on Carl's hand.
"Well, his name is Tom Jewinson. Look, is there a super system?"
"It's not obvious through the screen." Avis scratched his bird's nest head a few times, and then said:
"For example, if I look directly at your back, I can see Xiaobai, but I can't see it through the mobile phone screen or the reflective mirror."
"noob……"
Carl probably guessed that Xiaobai was Ai's idiot, and he named his "Kuru Titan" super power system.
Why is Xiaobai??? Isn’t it fragrant with the little black flowers, the little green and the little blue... Carl’s soul rejected Xiaobai, the name of the crayon Shin-chan’s dog.
"The crown is white, so it is called Xiaobai. You don't know what its name is!"
Ives was a little surprised.
"I rarely communicate with it, and not all super-powered systems have the same surname."
The implication is that you and your super system are both lumbar discs, why are you so outstanding?
"It's better for my house, golden crown, easy-going! Xiaobai looked cold at first glance."
"Don't call Xiaobai, don't take it randomly!"
Carl felt that if I saw Avis' brain slices and observed under a microscope, it would be empty... After all, it is a single-celled animal, and I only eat it and wait for death.
"Send him to the sniper's position and look from afar." Old Tu Lei interrupted the boring conversation between their master and servant.
"You can try the telescope, not recorded, but real scenes, and you should be able to see it."
Carl remembered that in the interrogation room, Avis saw Henry Renault in the interrogation room at a glance, and the wind-type super power system on his body.
The reflector cannot be seen, so the translucent mirror should be fine.
So, Avis, who had just been awakened by sleeping for ten minutes, was unable to get angry even when he woke up, so he was sent to the back of the town, on the lightning rod of the church, the top of the tallest building.
He was in a bad mood.
But as a special recruitment by the Special Bureau of the Special Registration Bureau, the People's Hound, this batch finally had to pretend to be... Avis was immersed in Versailles.
Through the telescope, I could barely see the situation in the auto repair parts station.
Behind the man with a hook nose and bald head, there was a thick rolling golden mist, roughly shaped like a bunch of inverted golden grapes.
However, each grape that forms the grape bunch is not round, but trapezoidal.
The middle part of the trapezoidal grape is more golden and contains huge energy...
"Zhuangzhuang, can you sense it? What do you think?"
Avis suddenly muttered to himself, calling him the super system of talkative communication, which made the sniper suck.
The sniper quickly moved away from him a few steps to avoid being infected and incurable - brain-destructive.
"You can feel the energy he released in the air, and it is obvious that it is the small garbage from the 4-dimensional planet."
Zhuangzhuang naturally commented.
"Excuse me? This bastard kidnapped the population of several football teams. Do you call him a little trash?"
"If you sign a contract with me, will it be several levels better than him? Dad is in five dimensions! Infiltrate with the gatekeeper of the channel! After signing a formal contract, add a few more super systems and Dad can upgrade to 5.5 dimensions."
The village is on its hips and is confident.
"Look! The evil super system is inducing the kind father to sign a contract with him again."
"Is it that difficult for you to admit that you are cowardly? Are you still afraid that good thoughts will be worn out, and after evil thoughts are dominated, you will go to do bad things!"
"By the way, are you a male system or a female system?"
Ivis changed the subject and asked with no brains.
The village did not have time to perform, and the radio came the voice of Carl trying to curse but enduring it:
"Ivis, does it take so long to see the bald head? Do you lend it to you if you pick your eyes out?"
"Ah! I'm at work! It's all about Zhuangzhuang, who makes me chatting!!"
Zhuangzhuang:...your sister's...
"Speak serious!!"
"Yes! This dead bald head is the host of the super system. I can guarantee that he must be the owner of the golden smoke. He killed the squinting man. There is a four-dimensional golden grape bunch of thick fog behind him."
"How do you know he is 4-dimensional?"
"What Zhuangzhuang told me was a 4-dimensional small garbage."
Little trash... Carl Brian smiled silently: If he was Little trash, what were we? Fighting the Five Slags?
The radio intercom was released by the public, and all the battles in the house were heard...
The consequence of Avis's words - indirect offense, and the detectives who heard "little garbage" through the radio intercom.
Now, everyone wants to pull out the seedlings and help death - the tumor on their necks is twisted off.
"Okay, come back quickly, confirm the suspect, and arrest you immediately."
Chapter completed!