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Chapter 837 NO.208: A tiring day begins with being haunted by a female ghost

"Hey! What did you do again?"

When the classic black-haired female ghost, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared with a haggard face that looked like a creature after a late night, Omo was sliding his fingers through the Realm District News Network on the electronic screen.

No need to look for it, "Illegal Planting of Triggered Neutron Bombs?" !The General Police Department dispatched a bomb disposal team late at night to the suburbs of Jiemen, the Monster Craze Corporate Park! "The title is on the homepage of the legal section. Click on it and you will see a report with pictures and texts. There are on-site photos of the corporate park, scenes of the bomb disposal team performing their work, and even video links.

It was as if a dedicated reporter who was not afraid of dangers went to the scene and recorded everything in detail.

But in this era, it is obvious that drones are probably doing the most work.

However, this report clearly focused entirely on describing the professionalism and dedication of the bomb disposal team. The whole article was filled with praiseful words eager to take credit. Considering that the signature of the news writer was indeed the police station's publicity port, it was quite reasonable.

Omer didn't care that there were no photos of himself, Sero and others on it. It was better to say that there were no photos. Reporters of such vicious cases usually kept them anonymous, so as not to put the parties involved in the limelight and increase hidden dangers.

Real thanks, recognition and even rewards are all given in private, just like Beatrix and her subordinates who left the office just a few minutes ago.

Of course, this kind of link usually has nothing to do with the Secret Service. Beatrix always comes to connect. There are only two possibilities. One is that the big shot above has humanely considered the interpersonal relationships in Ormer's information, and the other is that Beatrix came to the meeting. Si applied on his own initiative.

Of course, the possibility of combining the two is not impossible, but Omer doesn't care about it.

Qian was very concerned about this. After the other party and his group left, she couldn't wait to point out how these people had breakfast.

This was a crime, after all, it was Homa's own invitation.

Although this group of people who seemed to be very busy would agree that it was a bit unexpected, he was also 'hardened in the field' and was quite comfortable with the 'temporary increase in kitchen work'.

However, these are all trivial things in life, and they are insignificant compared to the upcoming work inspection.

If you ask what the work test is, the trainer's work test is naturally the horse racing girl's competition, and the mercenary's work test is the battle that is bound to come after accepting the commission - so Omer used a safe and fast method to Teleporting Akane to school, and then arriving at the academy with the motorcycle.

In order to get decent grades, I can't rest even if I don't get enough sleep.It was like he was in the activity room at the moment - even though he wanted to sit in the arms of the sofa and relax for a while, he still pulled out yesterday's news section.

Then he was approached by a female ghost with an even worse expression.

"What a female ghost! I am alive!"

"Oh, living ghost."

"You bastard! Honestly, what did you do last night! The association gave me a new order!"

The Sunday Peace Committee member, who was showing his teeth and claws, came up as if he was going to make a crazy grab, and then was caught by Omer's hands, who was not slow to react.

But this can easily lead to a wrestling match. The disadvantage of trainer Linton is obvious. After all, Sunday Serenity, who has returned to the physical body, has the power to surpass the university racing girl. As mentioned before, she has not relaxed her physical fitness even after retiring. Keep up with the physical requirements of a jockey girl'.

Of course, Omer was skeptical about the purity of her workouts.

If it were Rudolph, he would probably still find time to go to the gym and his own training ground. But for a guy like Sunday Serenity who simply hates the game, when his soul is out of body and running around, his body is probably in a jar. Soaked in it.

Either using magic potions or nutrient solutions to maintain the stability of various body indicators. This pure technological maintenance method is not uncommon in the mercenary circle, but it is relatively expensive and the poor are definitely not worthy of using it.

Under normal circumstances, the possibility of poverty for a retired horse racer is extremely low. Omo, who has stayed in her coffee shop for high-end people, has no doubt about her "rich woman index".

But every time he saw her, he would think that rich people are not necessarily well-educated.

The woman pressing down with her hands like a barbarian at this moment, as if she wanted to crush him on the sofa, had already made him consider whether to use the power of nature again.

But at this moment, I just heard a swishing sound!
The door to the activity room was pushed open simply. "..."

In silence, the two people in the room turned to look at the person who came to the door. It was Mi Yu who was holding Bourbon's wrist. The moment he opened the door, he was a little brave and straightforward, but when he met their eyes, The girl was stunned for a moment, then her face gradually became bloodshot.

"It's Miss Sunday Serenity." Behind her, Miura Bourbon, who could see the room with his height advantage, spoke like an introduction in his usual tone of voice.

And this sentence helped the crimson-faced little girl to react, and shouted in a trembling but louder voice than usual: "Excuse me!!"

After saying that, she closed the door.

The dull thumping sound was proof that her petite body was still a racing girl.

This strange reaction also caused the two people here to look at each other, and then their eyes fell on their hands that were clasped together in the struggle.

Of course, to be honest, the more intuitive reflection from the perspective of vision is the posture of the two people.

Omo, who was already sitting on the sofa, was now being pressed down by Sunday Ning Jing with both hands - this gesture needless to say, after all, the next second, Omo's arms and body were slightly tilted back, allowing Sunday Ning Jing to unconsciously get closer to the stunned In an instant, his feet were raised and resting on the opponent's abdomen.

The snake pattern flashed red on the bracelet that had already been hanging down from the cuffs.

Bang!
An unceremonious kick announced the end of the ambiguous posture.

"Look at how scared you are of other people's little girls."

Without looking at the woman who was kicked to the other end of the classroom, Omo stood up and walked towards the door, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

But Sunday Tranquility, who was supposed to be imprisoned at the angle between the ceiling and the wall by the wind pressure of the Rainbow Snake God, roared like an evil ghost approaching: "Omerington! You bastard sneak attack on me!"

For a 'ghost cultivator' to simply break away from his restrained body in order to seek revenge against the clock, this is a very natural choice.

The Ghost Rider kicked again, and Omer, who had his back turned to her, just silently pulled with both hands to expand the size of his usual light screen to a level large enough for one person to get through——

——Immediately turned around with the light screen, standing between him and Sunday Tranquility.

The kick entered the light screen, making a slightly startled sound as it sank into it, and then was completely 'engulfed' by the light screen.

The next second, Omer, who had already put his hands in his pockets, turned off the terminal.

The silky little combo that can banish spirits will be very useful when he is the only one.

But unfortunately...

"Miss Mi Yu, I think you have misunderstood."

Opening the door again, Omo looked at the little black-haired girl who was still squatting by the door and listening to Bourbon's explanation with his usual friendly smile.

Then she saw a piece of black energy rising from her pocket. In the black energy, only her upper body showed normal proportions, and Zhou Jingjing was squeezed into smaller and smaller bodies as she went down.

"Oh...it's the Aladdin machine..."

"Who are you talking about! Go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)