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The person who came to meet us was Tamoya. I had already expected it. The brain capacity of this broken illusion is completely insufficient. It is incomparable with some salted fish sword and Danyu sword. It goes back and forth, all of which are reused materials.

Technique.

For example, I, a demolished household, am actually the husband of one wife, the brother-in-law of a sister-in-law, the father of five daughters, the best friend of two childhood sweethearts, the big brother of a pink-haired JK Lolita, and an instant noodle company.

The boss of a grilled fish shop, the landlord of a hand-caught mutton shop and a bar, the shareholders of a paper mill and an Internet cafe, the slave workers of two eldest ladies from well-known families, etc.

Are you talking about this river?! Even Wang Dachui didn’t dare to act like this!

But, no matter what, I have to continue acting on how to survive in the fantasy world and if I want to have a safe vacation.

Wearing a handsome uniform, the Tamoya in front of me is extremely sexy. A small belt restrains her waist, which fully highlights her exquisite and plump figure. It is full of femininity. I suggest that the real Emperor Wu should learn more.

However, Lord Martial Emperor, who should have been full of energy, was leaning on the police car behind him, with the same sighing and helpless expression that I had when I accepted the ability to break the illusion.

"Name."

"Drew...Wu Fan."

"gender."

"……male!"

"age."

"Thirty, probably."

"Profession."

"They say it's virtue...well, sorry, it's lack of industry."

"confirm?"

"Okay, Internet cafe partner?"

I answered Tamoya's feeble questions one by one, and then I realized, no, I am the Eighth Route Army...ah, I am not a prisoner, I saved Lao Ma, and I have made great contributions to the organization!

Why is it like interrogating a prisoner?

As for Lao Ma, although he appeared to be uninjured, the clothes on his body were too rough and he was carried away by the accompanying ambulance.

It's a pity that our half-brothers didn't even have time to exchange names.

Actually... I'm just curious about his name, Malag? Ma Peter? It can't be that, it can't be that!

Better yet, pffff.

"Be serious." Tamoya glared, and I quickly restrained my thoughts and squeezed out a trace of pity.

"Captain, we are all our own people, please don't be so serious."

"I really hope I don't know you and everything is business-like." Tamoya rubbed her temples and continued to show her exhaustion and helplessness.

"Logically speaking, I should thank you for saving Lao Ma. Although it is a bit redundant, if possible, I would rather you not appear at this time and place."

"How could this be possible? Without my rescue, Lao Ma would have been shot into a hornet's nest. You and Lao Ma have a grudge, right?"

I was shocked by Tamoya's words. If I hadn't appeared at this time and at this place, I would have sent him away. Don't you know what his attributes are?

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Either they don't know, or they really have a grudge. They know Lao Ma's ability to commit suicide, but they still let him work as an undercover agent. What kind of ghost can come up with this idea?

"Lao Ma is my subordinate. I have confidence in him. He will definitely be able to escape without you. On the contrary, if ordinary people are involved, it will be more dangerous. Let me put it bluntly. He has always been unlucky, and

It’s easy to involve the people around you, so I always complete some... um, tasks that must be completed alone."

"You know his unlucky nature and send him as an undercover agent. Are you a devil?"

It’s confirmed, it’s a blood feud.

"Actually, you can think about it the other way around, why is he still alive today when he is so unlucky?"

Tamoya hit a reverse thinking ball, which caught me off guard, and I fell into deep thought. My child's hole gradually shook, and it seemed that I had discovered an incredible truth.

"Could it be..."

"That's right." Tamoya said firmly without waiting for me to reveal the answer: "He is a master of escaping and also a lucky man of death. Only the combination of these two can suppress his bad luck and keep him forever.

Surviving until now despite near misses is already a kind of ability...perhaps it can be called the law of cause and effect. Although I have never believed in this, Lao Ma's performance over the years has made me, a staunch atheist,

There was a wavering."

Recalling some ridiculous memories, Tamoya pressed her temples hard. Leadership is not easy, and the policewoman sighed.

"You're fine, but it's easy to spread bad luck to the people around you. Don't you think it's a pity that such a talented person doesn't go undercover among bad guys?"

"I think anyone who can make full use of this is also a genius." Only then did I understand Tamoya's painstaking efforts, and I couldn't help but be in awe.

After learning it, when I get back, I will immediately dress up the old horse as a fallen demon, and then throw it into the lair of the Seven Giants, waiting for the fisherman's profit.

No, my half-brother with Lao Ma...

Thinking of Akela's unstoppable methods for the alliance, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Who would complain that there is too much material when fishing? After all, an old horse is too light and can only show off its ability in small rivers. If you add a savior, this weight will come up in one go. Fishing for tuna in the ocean is no longer a dream.

For the sake of your own life, it would be better to temporarily seal Lao Ma's special usage.

"I don't want to, and I have persuaded Lao Ma to give up this career, but Lao Ma is too obsessed with being a policeman, and..."

"And what?"

"Being an undercover agent and being an addict."

Ah this...

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the Emperor of Death. He is only good at repeatedly jumping across the Shura field, and his structure is still too small.

"Let's not talk about Lao Ma. Let's talk about you. Why do you appear in a place like this? I've been feeling lately..." Mr. Emperor Wu took a deep breath and glared at me like a little woman complaining.

"Why are you everywhere!"

Cutting corners and reusing materials were not the fault of the illusion. I felt extremely aggrieved and didn't know how to answer Tamoya's pointed question. After thinking for a moment, I replied dryly, whichever is the lesser of two evils.

"Know the way."

"Oh, it's reasonable to arrive." Tamoya was relieved instantly: "I forgot that you are a road idiot. You need to know the way better and don't get lost again. Just think it's for our own good. Do you know how often Vilas called the police in the past?

?The operator almost cried when he saw the familiar number."

"..."

Don't think that because you are a woman, I won't dare to hit you. Hey, as long as I change my body, the shithole certified female boxer won't be able to persecute me!

In addition, I strongly protest. The frequency with which Vilas calls the police has little to do with me, at least not entirely. It’s not all about your publicity work. What’s wrong with going to the police if you have a problem?

"However, even if you have to find the way, you won't come to a place like this. Don't you have any sense of danger?"

"No, how do I know that in such a big city, I can still encounter such a thing? Could it be that the sense of security before was false?"

Ordinary people have lost the right to walk at night? The era of Uncle Black Assassin's ecstasy is coming?

My barrage of questions seemed to have stabbed Ta Moya in a sore spot. He looked like he was being sucked into a huge whirlpool of trouble, and his soul was about to sigh.

"How can it be possible to fake a sense of security? At least...that's how it used to be."

"What now?"

She straightened her police hat and stared at me with her majestic blue-purple eyes.

"What's going on now? Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

"I'm so stupid, please give me a hint." It's a fact and you have to admit it.

"Lucia." Tamoya whispered the name of her best friend as a reminder.

"What happened to that little fox? Could it be that she is the leader of the criminal group?" I was shocked and inexplicable.

With a kacha sound, Tamoya clenched her little hands hard and her fists became hard.

"You call her little fox, don't you know what's going on with her?"

That's really weird. I call her Little Fox because I'm used to it. Does it have anything to do with her condition?

Seeing my puzzled expression, Tamoya gave up her struggle.

"Her tail shouldn't be covered up anymore, right?"

"Oh, let's talk about this." I got excited when I mentioned this: "I would be secretive at first, but when I saw that I couldn't hide it, I just gave up on myself. Ha, such a big fox can hide it even if it wants to.

Is it? Not only that, recently..."

I touched my lower abdomen, and my expression gradually became numb: "Recently, I also learned (remembered) the bad habit of hitting people (me) with my tail."

It seems like I am the only victim, right?

When Lao Ma and the others were acting stupidly, the little fox was just throwing knives at them.

Thinking of this, I felt a little better. After all, I was unique, the most special one in her mind...the Israeli-Palestinian victim.
To be continued...