My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 173 The Dark Night Is Coming

In the dark night, in the world of mercenaries, a mysterious team that everyone looks up to.

Some people have only seen one or two of them, and some have only heard of their legends.

Everyone thinks that the world's top combat power should be extremely terrifying, like a god of death, right?
In fact, they are just a group of young people with dreams, so cute!

Germany, University of Hamburg, the scene of the [-]rd Global Robot Contest.

"The final is already in full swing. No.1 of this year's competition will receive a research and development bonus of 500 million euros. It will be produced between a robotics research team from Cambridge University and a mysterious young man. Let us wait and see!"

The huge stadium is crowded with people, and media reporters from all over the world are filming nervously, trying to live broadcast this world's most cutting-edge scientific event for the world from the best angle.

I saw that a scientific research team composed of thirteen doctoral students and professors at the University of Cambridge was nervously manipulating a distant robot in front of several high-end equipment, crossing obstacles, carrying goods, and climbing high altitudes, all of which were supernatural feats that ordinary people could not accomplish. Difficult item.

Each of them was engrossed, and cold sweat inevitably flowed from their foreheads, because their opponent, the mysterious young man wearing a baseball cap and black sunglasses, was too powerful. Even if the whole team did their best, or they were not sure that they could defeat him, who was the opponent?
"Look, there is one last hurdle to decide the No.1 of this tournament!"

The host shouted excitedly, tens of thousands of spectators stood up in an uproar, and the flashing lights kept flickering like a meteor shower.

It was so exciting. Who would have thought that a young man, who did not want to be named, would be able to maintain a subtle advantage in the final against the top team of Cambridge University like a dark horse in the world.

Countless people looked at the mysterious young man, feeling that he was not a genius, but a future leader who would advance the world's technological progress.

However, at the most critical moment of the game, the phone in the pocket of the mysterious young man vibrated. The young man frowned. Shines through sunglasses.

"My God, what is he doing? He's looking at his phone!"

"He only needs to take one step forward to win. Is he mocking the Cambridge team? It's terrible."

However, the more terrifying thing was yet to come. When Ghost Hand saw the message on MSN, the corner of his mouth raised a heat that would not appear easily.

Ka Ka Ka, quickly operating the joystick with both hands, instead of rushing to the finish line, but going back the same way, pulling the one-meter-high robot back in front of him.

"We won, we won!"

The Cambridge team couldn't believe the reversal at this time, cheered and hugged together.

The audience was not in the mood to applaud them, they all looked at the mysterious young man in bewilderment, was he making wool?
"No, no, no, your toys are too outdated!"

The ghost hand smiled slightly, and pressed a button on the joystick. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the humanoid robot quickly transformed into a one-meter-long skateboard.

"I'm sorry, the boss called, I have to excuse me!"

The ghost hand jumped on the mechanical skateboard, and with a whoosh, two majestic fire snakes spewed out from behind the skateboard, carrying the ghost hand and rushing away at a speed of 60 mph.

The speed comparable to that of a car and the dazzling skills made the members of the Cambridge team look ashen and pale. It turned out that the gap with that mysterious master was a world of difference.

America, the Gold Coast, a paradise resort.

The annual Victoria's Secret lingerie show just ended.

This big show is more eye-catching than the Western Christmas party and the Oscars, because there are bright stars and beautiful women here.

A few minutes after the big show ended, the staff was surprised to find that more than a dozen top models disappeared backstage without a trace.

"God, what tricks are you going to play for us at night? Is it exciting?"

"We have so many sisters, how are you going to bring us up?"

Thirteen top models with blond hair and blue eyes were sitting on a luxury yacht, sitting around a handsome blue-eyed guy with a very gentlemanly demeanor.

The perfect breasts of various models of high, middle and low grades, all kinds of charming dawdling, trying to capture the hearts of male gods in crazy ways.

"Tonight, I will choose a queen and give her a wonderful little magic show alone. Who of you wants to watch?"

The baron hugged left and right, with his legs resting on the thighs of the two beauties, and there was a massage behind him. There were so many beautiful flowers, and the winners in life couldn't compare with them. This is the real beauty killer, and his skills in picking up girls are already superb.

"I want to see, male god, you said last month that you want to be happy with me!"

"No no, I want to see it too, can the male god take me to fly?"

……

All the top models are flattering in various ways. If there are other men present, they must be so jealous that they would jump into the sea to feed the fish.

The baron smiled like a gentleman, and just about to speak, he found that the pocket of his nightgown vibrated. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and his body suddenly straightened up.

"Sorry everyone, I'm going to accompany another person tonight!"

The baron's perfect body stood tall, with a touch of excited heroism, looking at the boundless sea, the ancient oriental country.

"Huh? Why are you leaving? Who is the other party? Is he more attractive than us?" A group of models were very unhappy.

"You are not allowed to go, you haven't done magic tricks for us yet!" All kinds of hugging thighs, refusing to let go.

"Arguing about the yarn, I will do magic tricks for you now."

The baron looked sullen, and said to himself: women are trouble.

With a sound of swiping, he conjured more than a dozen golden cards out of thin air, sandwiched them familiarly between his fingers, swiped, swiped, and shook his wrist fiercely, and the golden cards flew all over the sky.

"The magic is over, enjoy it slowly!"

The baron shook his body, jumped off the cruise ship gracefully, and left in a speedboat as if flying away.

All the models looked dazed, but they found that the bikinis on their bodies had been opened at some point, and all the top and bottom had slipped off.

"Oh, male god, you are so bad!"

All the models blushed and their hearts were beating. They looked at the direction where the baron was leaving, feeling throbbing and annoyed. This was the irritability of being left out.

Italy, Florence, the scene of the supercar competition.

Five or six wealthy families and a few professional drivers are surrounding a Koenigsegg sports car worth more than 500 million yuan, waiting anxiously.

"Chimpanzee, can you hurry up, the game starts in 10 minutes!"

"There are still three cars here that haven't been modified, so you can't be quicker, it's really stupid!"

These people stomped anxiously, urging a young black man under the car who was adjusting the performance of the racing car in every possible way, and their words were very contemptuous.

In their eyes, this black man who was two meters tall and looked like an orangutan, although he was just a lowly car repairman, was a master with quite high skills.

How many racing cars he has tuned have won championships, and five people's fingers can't count them together.

Therefore, even if the opponent's movements are as slow as old cows, they are willing to wait, who makes them powerful.

The people outside were impatient, but Tai Shan under the car looked careless.

His whole body was pitch black, so black that even the oil on his face could not be seen, except for his eyes and teeth, which were white and shiny.

He pinched his nostrils, as if savoring a delicacy, and said slowly: "Don't worry, slow work produces fine work!"

He seems to have a good temper. He is a crazy car enthusiast. His biggest hobby is to modify all kinds of luxury cars. Every sacred car transformed by him is of course the best, and it is also a work of art in his eyes.

At this time, Taishan noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, he picked it up casually and looked at it, his big copper bell eyes widened, and he seemed to see something more exciting than the modified car.

"Brother Hei, can you hurry up, you are in the mood to play with your mobile phone? You are a piece of shit!" a wealthy young man jumped up and cursed.

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang, and the nearly two-ton car was easily overturned by Mount Tai as if it was covering the quilt.

"Little rookie, do you know what drag racing is?" Tai Shan stood upright with a body nearly two meters high, like a humanoid tank.

He strode towards a Ferrari Enzo in the distance, grabbed the driver inside, swung his hand five meters, jumped into the narrow compartment with a bang, and said with a smile: "Let you see, what is it?" Call drag racing!"

(End of this chapter)