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NO.149 Shouldn’t we worry less about people like us?

The flame that should have gradually died out was fueled by new fuel.

The fuel seemed to be almost the same as before, which was why the flames were so similar, as if they had never changed.

Regardless of how complicated the initiator's attitude is towards this reproductive change, Holhaiya is clearly enjoying this precarious situation.

It's now an hour later.

The entire Demon Realm has already fallen into night, but Aachen, which is being chased by it in the same time zone, enjoys one more real starry sky than it.

The better the environment is protected, the brighter the stars in the night sky become, but criminals who commit crimes at night do not care about the sight of the stars.

As long as the darkness is thick enough, even light will inadvertently become an accomplice to the crime.

Artificial light is different.

When a faint green spiral pattern appears in the shadow of the building that even the starlight cannot reach, the messenger of justice has arrived.jpg
Thunder roared and wind howled. Perhaps no one had made up their mind, but there were indeed people screaming in the middle of the night, providing enough material for the citizens to talk about again and again the next day.

It was like a giant snake as tall as a building, like an evil glow that blocked the starry sky, like a shrill scream as if being in hell, and like the big guys in the demon world fighting in the real world. If there is a picture, there is the truth...

Early in the morning, after seeing photos of damaged buildings on the western city border, any rumor could spread at an alarming speed thanks to the developed Internet.

Among them, the first one to become a hot search was a certain demon king who used the snake as a totem and had faded out of sight thousands of years ago, but because he was written into too many textbooks and reference books, he had no shortage of topics.

Mr. Satan, what do you feel now?
Considering the real-life cases that have often been on the hot searches over the years, and even the fact that the hot searches include connections with relatives and friends, this ancient demon king who rarely appears in public and only has various eyewitness and personal reports of unknown authenticity, seems to be not sleeping too soundly, probably doesn't care.

But Omer Linton cared.

After all, when he woke up, he saw a long list of unread messages and unreceived files from Holhaiya, and the remaining drunkenness from the dream immediately dissipated.

I listened to the girls talking about current affairs during breakfast, and then I accepted another round of suspicious looks. Then I heard my colleagues from the Military Commission expressing their concern in the work group chats and private chats...

It can only be said that Miss Holhaiya's move was probably a brilliant one to outsiders, especially since she had obtained the Quetzalcoatl card less than a day ago. Even her acquaintances who had contact with her in the local area could only make some associations at most.

It's just an association because it's hard to believe that she has this ability.

But for the girls under Omer, and also for Omer's temporary colleagues - the former had heard the oral accounts, and the latter had seen it with their own eyes.

Even though there were only vague reports and various rumors, they still locked on the target without hesitation.

Maybe I should give it a try... Omer thought.

Try to change the stereotype of "getting involved in trouble wherever you go".

But his is not the only stereotype involved.

Rather, for the employees on Rhodes Island, Holhaiya's reputation was far more impressive than his. The consistent behavior of that crazy Quetzalcoatl was exactly what they believed in.

This made Quetzalcoatl, who had always studied history, hear this...

"Oh, isn't that great? History is such a meaningful repository, all our intelligence is rooted in what happened in the past," she said, holding up her sandwich with both hands.

Her reputation is at a very bad level, almost at the end of this road, and can be regarded as an example of a negative case - Miss Holhaiya has not fallen behind in dining etiquette at all, she doesn't drop any food when eating a sandwich, and she eats in an elegant manner without getting her hands dirty, even looking a bit like a lady from a noble family.

Perhaps the aloofness and strength of the Quetzalcoatl, which is engraved in the clan rules, also includes etiquette norms such as elegance and composure... Omar thought while saying unhappily, "Is it possible that there is another requirement that the intelligence must be updated at all times?"

Considering the history of the Quetzalcoatl clan, she is indeed a young lady from an ancient family, but her personality is a little crazy, and her way of doing things is also a little crazy. Compared with the eldest lady of a family in the universal sense, she is more like the eldest lady of a family in the Dongyan online novel.

The kind that plays the protagonist.

What family fortunes have fallen, what deformed inheritance, what heavy responsibilities... In short, first fill in the dark and cruel elements at the beginning, and then start killing, killing, killing, killing...

"Eh? Isn't my information new?" Holhaiya asked while looking at the ruins in the distance and eating with relish.

This is probably what so-called criminals come to observe the crime scene.

It is nine o'clock in the morning. The jet lag is getting better and better, but it is Sunday and people are beginning to feel a sense of urgency again.

Miss Suzuko once sighed and complained that she would have to adjust to the time difference when she returned home tomorrow, but then she began to openly claim that she wanted to develop a new drug to drug the trainers and take away their time to sleep in.

The team was already used to such dangerous and somewhat incompetent remarks. Miss Qian and Miss Texas even kept silent and turned their faces away at the same time, as if they remembered a failed attempt to feed the man juvenile drugs to weaken his fighting power, but the young driver overloaded the car.

The trainer who glowed every other day obviously didn't have that association, he just patted her head and urged her to go to the research institute she had contacted. It's not hard to see that Miss Speedy was defeated today in terms of protecting the pure land above her head.

Miss Suzuko, who resists being touched or patted on the head, has been losing streak for more than a month and is now only able to put up symbolic resistance.

Habits are indeed scary things, but my teammates who have always liked being touched on the head by their trainers don't have this feeling.

As a firm believer in the theory that 'a trainer is a man who can become my father', Miss Miura Bourbon has always claimed that she can recall her childhood feelings when her Master touches her head.

This part has always been a reward time for her, which is why she is particularly puzzled by the resistance of Team Speed ​​​​Speed.

If it were her, she would rather monopolize the Master's head pat, but unfortunately there is another tea party member in the team who is a strong competitor.

In this regard, Aimu Orihime, who joined the team later, commented:
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Not to mention the strange daily rivalry with her horse girl, even though the teahouse was not there, she often asked about her holiday experience. Late at night or even near the morning, Omar could remember in his dreams that she and Ling went together rain or shine and never missed a date.

It's quite a bit of his persistence in commuting.

So there's no need to act like we haven't had a conversation in the private chat window, right?

Although somewhat puzzled, Omar responded to the topic anyway. He glanced at the street photo sent by Qian, sent a like emoticon and a brief compliment, and then went back to the news page reporting the case.

He is still reading the electronic newspaper.

“It’s surprisingly new, but the reputation is obviously another matter.”

Looking at the number of casualties in the electronic newspaper, even if they were all criminals with dirty hands, Omer was speechless when he looked at Holhaiya.

“…You may be valuable.” He managed to say this during a brief eye contact.

"Of course," Holhaiya seemed quite pleased with himself, "Why? Lord Rainbow Serpent God wants to offer sacrifices?"

"I'm sorry, I was talking about your wanted bounty," Omar pointed to the huge outline of the wanted poster on the lower left side of the screen, "but should I praise you for your preparation? Even with the intervention of the Time Traveler, you only exposed the monster's posture."

"I have also been in your world for quite some time. This level of preparation does not need praise."

"Just pretend you don't understand," Omer, who had been repeatedly fooled out, turned his head again to look at the cordon in the distance, "But are you sure there's no Secret Service watching you now?"

"I'm sure that those guys didn't realize what I was really looking for last night. They thought I was someone who came to seek revenge on that organization. The opportunity was really good at that time." It was so good that she couldn't help but sigh, "If I hadn't thought that you would definitely try to be cautious, I wouldn't have left so easily."

"We were able to take the entire spaceship away yesterday!"

This look is more silly than crazy. Omar just collected the new facial expressions of the people around him and commented indifferently. Then he said calmly: "Thank you for your understanding. If you can strengthen this illusion, this matter will be much easier."

"They didn't seem to expect that there would be an attack by a monster card holder." After finally finishing the breakfast that Omer had hastily bought, Holhaiya took out a bottle of oral liquid from the box that looked like a lunch box beside him and drank it. He pursed his lips, thinking that perhaps the liquid medicine tasted bad.

"I've clearly attacked you, haven't you ever thought of revenge?"

"I'm not the main target of the attack," Omar corrected, "Hasn't the intelligence you sent been sorted out?"

"Even if it's not the point, you shouldn't be so defenseless. It's very unprofessional."

"Don't underestimate it, but don't overestimate it either. The bigger the organization, the more counterfeit goods there are. Well, now that you've finished eating, let's take action. Hurry up and secure the evidence. You'll have to work for the Military Commission later."

"So early?"

"Tomorrow is Monday. As a student, I want to enjoy my last vacation and have high expectations of the people around me."

In fact, it is the same for office workers, but due to their Texan personality and work atmosphere, they are not urgent enough about it.

"Xiao Qian and Xiao Suzi, they are really a worry." The woman shook her head, and even the long tail behind her swayed in sync.

"Perhaps you are not qualified to say this."

Omar glanced at Holhaiya, who was pointing and talking as if he was not causing any trouble to him.

When the other party speaks more and more boldly and throws away his original reserved appearance, he will naturally not be polite either.

After all, when it comes down to it, etiquette is just an unnecessary burden for people like them, and is only useful when they are being sarcastic.

(End of this chapter)