The Mystery of the Mind Flayer/Aspiring Young People Entering Utopia/"What kind of woman do you like?"
Coral's sudden speech ended the argument between Gwen and Sparks, and the two stopped in an instant. Sparks's face was filled with surprise, and a malicious and gentle cat smile appeared on her lips. Gwen stopped in surprise.
He stopped talking, straightened up, and took a deep breath:
"I like?"
He repeated, "I like it? Why do you think so! Although Captain Kasim is an outstanding commander, but you said I like it, this..."
"She's so pretty that you noticed her. I'm sure she's not as pretty as me, but you don't even look at me."
Coral's words are a bit nantong, but it is true.
If a healthy man likes someone with a figure and appearance like Coral, you can only say to him: 'You actually like a beautiful girl with small breasts and big butt, but this does not count as Nantong.
He is so beautiful, with his facial features and face, and he doesn't look like some people who waste their resources by not wearing makeup.
Under his leadership, even Huita would use bear paws to randomly apply powder on his face!
"I" Gwen paused and became angry, "It's none of your business whether I like it or not? And I like He, He."
Coral put her hands on her thighs, shook her hips, and said the word excitedly like a puppy: "Love."
Gwen paused again, the kind of pause that would obviously make people press F9 and then type "kale' on the public screen." Like and love." He glared at Sparks who came closer, "It doesn't have anything to do with it! Say it.
To be honest, don’t you think the Cassim is okay? At least she’s not like the Curse Blade.”
Sparks revealed his true feelings while eating the melon: "Depending on your physical condition, the Cursed Blade can pinch your ribs with its thighs, can Kasim do that?"
"She ha? Her"
Coral was delighted: "The thin locks broke the ribs."
Huo Huo looked full of longing: "For a while, we conducted a secret investigation because the radiation cloud in the sky was too thick."
"Sukka, that was made by the Immortal Ler LeBlanc. It built a high-power radiation machine and prepared some clouds to create a landscape, but it failed." Coral is definitely the gossip type among the Immortal's minions.
Huo Hua continued: "So we stayed in a base, in an abandoned station, for two full weeks. Someone did a fitness activity to maintain physical condition. One of the moves was to hang upside down and use both legs.
Hang on to the iron bar, clamp it again, and do sit-ups.”
It sounds like a ho game that a strong soldier would play. "Like this."
Coral did it with the cat climbing frame next to him - thanks to his light weight, the cat climbing frame of the cat lamp is strong enough, because the cat lamp is quite fiddly.
Gwen saw that with this action, the opponent's legs, which were not very fleshy, looked very fleshy, and the clamping force was full, so she gasped for air and did not dare to say anything.
"Yes, it was this movement. At that time, the curse blade could do two hundred times in a row! It even accidentally clamped the iron rod and deformed it!"
This is no longer the level of breaking ribs, it would kill the person - Gwen remembers that there are similar movements in Jiu-Jitsu, which can easily break a person into many pieces!
"Kassim is not as moral as the Cursed Blade."
Sparks and Coral were stunned for a moment, and then they both burst out laughing. Gwen paused and breathed out heavily: "What are you laughing at?"
"Hahahaha, secret, secret agent and moral bottom line, aren't these a pair of antonyms? You can be a secret agent, or you can have a moral bottom line. In this world, the moral bottom line of a secret agent is like that of a ranger.
Loyalty are two classic jokes."
Sparks wiped away the tears from laughter:
"The reason why they give you this illusion is that the aspects where they break through the bottom line are not bottom lines that you can easily detect. Moreover, they have a very strong contract spirit when it comes to contracts. But to be honest, once the emergency comes,
You will find that they will completely treat the contract god as a fart."
Coral also nodded and said:
"I have seen secretly that the female secret agent named Kasim has a darkness in her heart that others cannot perceive." Gwen asked: "What darkness?"
Coral rolled her eyes, shook her shoulders from side to side, and said in an awkward tone, "I don't know Coral." "Don't imitate it."
Mihayla speaks, what darkness."
Coral covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Because I can't sense it, how do I know what darkness is in her heart?"
Blood, white lights, blower noise.
A young man had his hands locked on a chair. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was gasping for air.
Kasim stood in front of him, slowly wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief, his violet eyes partially blocked by half-drawn eyelids.
"Mr. Kaveri, I respect your persistence. In the gang, people like you are called Kabon. Do you know what Kabon is?"
There was no response. Kasim was unimpressed:
"Kabon is the hardest bone."
She looked at Mr. Caverly, and from his eyes and micro-expressions, she derived some emotion that she didn't want to see, that is, "he is very proud", a sense of honor, and an expression in his eyes that was like a martyr of a certain identity.
.
"As a member of the gang, Capang can easily be tortured to death by people like me, which will eventually lead to another result. Do you love your family?"
"Can people like you understand the love of family? Have you ever?" Caverly said sarcastically.
"I envy you." Kasim kept his face straight and made it up casually, "I heard that marrying Kabang's widow is the most exciting part of the gang. You kept it secret, you died for the gang, and you won a prize.
Pens can give your wife and children endless military bullets or oil and dirt, but the money will eventually go to a good brother in your gang."
Looking at his expression, Kasim knew he had found a breakthrough, so he continued to speak viciously:
"He will have sex with your wife, and he may have sex with your children, whether boys or girls, and he will use your money. Occasionally, he may even beat them. Maybe he died in a certain fight, and your boss took your wife again."
The child is given to another Kabang, or another assistant. Over and over again, that sentence comes to mind. I don’t have family, so I can’t understand the feeling of family members being treated like rags that are used over and over again.”
Is there really something like this? Kasim looked at the man's trembling body. But forget it.
My mission is just to find out where the gang gathers, how much it costs to kill the leader, how much it costs to arrest the leader, and stories like he slept with her, she slept with her, and she slept with him. I have no interest in it.
"Do you love your family very much? Mr. Carvelli."
He said bitterly: "Love."
"Then are you willing to consider the happiness and safety of your family instead of making sacrifices for the sake of impulsive pleasure?"
After a long silence, he replied: "Okay."
Kasim nodded: "Someone will come to ask you questions later." She walked out the door.
After the door was closed, the spy beside him asked: "Kassim, do you want to make a deal with this person?" "Who said that?"
"You said it yourself!" said the secret agent. "You just hinted at a deal similar to tainting witnesses, with the condition of protecting the witness's safety."
"I'm totally quitting."
Kasim took out the cigarette from his pocket, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and breathed out, "I have nothing to do with this case. I just need to settle my contribution share. I promise to protect the witness, right?"
Your business is not my business, and I have already left this group."
"Isn't it a bit too cold?" The secret agent took out a cigarette and lighter and lit it for Kasim first. "Cold?"
Kasim held a cigarette in his mouth and said a little decadently:
"Kaveri, there have been 67 murders, countless robberies, countless rapes, and countless illegal smuggling. To be a gang member, you shouldn't think that being able to fight like in the movie is enough."
Are you going to do bad things? Do bad things that cannot be washed away in eight lifetimes. Gangs have no romance, no aesthetics of violence, no thugs in suits, only things like septic tanks. Dry and wet, mixed together, making people
nausea."
"Understandable."
The secret agent exhaled smoke, "Then we will deal with his family as well?"
"Well, it's taken care of. By the way, one of his victims asked me," Kasim said, "...He killed a man's brother, Feng Zhengmao, who had just become a train maintenance officer, so that person asked me,
We need to make his death not painful.
Quickly, deal with his whole family in front of him."
The secret agent squinted his eyes and exhaled smoke: "Will it pass?"
Kasim shrugged his shoulders: "I killed your father and then your mother. Now you have the opportunity to kill my whole family. I tell you, 'Everyone is responsible for his actions. If you want to touch me, touch me but don't touch my family.'"
.Um?"
The secret agent smiled: "***Suka."
Kasim pointed to his wrist: "Then please, I have to go to a meeting tonight." "Do I still have to go see your little mind flayer?"
"Theoretically it's not mine." Kasim said calmly, "Theoretically it's not anyone else's. He is an independent individual."
"You are a fucking hypocrite."
"What's the explanation?"
The secret agent spat: "The last time you said this, when you saw someone else's married woman, you said "she is an independent individual" and so on. It was a criminal declaration."
"Thank you for reminding me that crime is an action that achieves a goal quickly." "So the blame is mine now?"
"The pot is yours, Lady Midcastria."
"You should call me Mika, it looks weird when you pronounce my full name."
···
Long Yan's rescue operation was a success, Gwen thought.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the other party was in such a good mood that the buffet table for the evening meeting provided mushroom soup, fried cod, two kinds of seafood with cheese and tomato, baked rice with pork chop, homemade sausages from Longyan Castle, and beef cubes with fried potatoes.
Slices and hot dogs.
The sumptuous food relieves the dissatisfaction of working overtime to a certain extent.
Gwen saw many captains eating happily. No matter how big or small, being able to eat beef, pork chops, and rice before the Tea Festival is an absolute enjoyment, and it doesn’t even have much to do with money.
, you have to have some background to be able to afford it.
He packed a large bowl of baked rice. In fact, most of the commanders packed this dish.
Rongen's chefs were busy running around to replenish this dish.
At the Utopia buffet, it would be very embarrassing and rude to eat up one dish but not continue to serve it.
Cafeterias that dare to do this will usually close down and will not receive unwarranted XXX stars. Long Yan followed him to a quiet corner and sat down.
"Don't you want some?" Gwen said.
Long Yan pointed to his armor: "I will have extra food after that." "Really."
Gwen complained: "If you don't take off your mask and have a meal with us, no wonder someone will always doubt you."
"How likely is it that you will be among this group of people?"
"Of course I do." Gwen said, "You did it and you still want people not to tell you?"
The baked rice is quite delicious, with a strong utopian character. The strong aroma of tomatoes and the slightly spicy rice grains can make people sweat. Needless to say, the pork chop, thanks to the natural ecological park, the fellow
Finally, there is some pork production. Long Yan does not monopolize it by himself, and only retains about 5% as food for the castle. Basically, even Long Yan needs to designate a "eat once or twice a week"
This kind of food is very restrictive to one's own schedule.
If it had been another captain, it would have been a palace-owned economy. If I didn't account for 90%, I would be sorry for being so sustainable.
Long Yan said: "That's true."
Gwen asked curiously: "After all, why don't you take off your Suka's helmet? We don't talk about conspiracy, we don't talk about tricks, we only talk about achievements and the like. Although everyone is watching the fun, fellow countryman,
But in fact, if you take off your helmet, even if you are a cat light, we can accept it, so why..." "Personal factors."
Gwen made a good gesture: "How are you going to get through the Tea Festival?" "I told you, you won't tell others, right?"
"I keep my mouth shut."
"Yes, I keep my mouth shut, and so do I."
Gwen shrugged his shoulders, then noticed that Long Yan's vision was above his shoulders, and then he saw that the cloak had slipped a little, so he pulled it up:
"The storm has finally passed, huh?"
Long Yan didn't react: "What do you mean?"
"Your mood should have saved many people, right? Let
Your mood has improved a lot, and it has made the atmosphere here a lot more lively, hasn't it?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, you have even started to peek at other people's bodies. That means you are too active."
"I didn't look at it." Long Yan defended habitually, and then admitted, "Okay, I looked at it, but I was just curious, um, aren't your clothes really too revealing?"
Gwen felt a little red on her face, but she still carried it through according to the standard procedure: "The skin coverage of my clothes is about the same as your armor."
I understand everything about one-piece yoga clothes.
The night meeting was held in a pleasant atmosphere. Several major decisions were finalized and cooperation matters were reached on more than a dozen different trains. For example, Gwen sold all the magic equipment produced in the adventure carriage to a man named Henry.
.Pollard Yorrolavski's commander, the other party is responsible for some kind of special operations commission, and needs more magic equipment.
