I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

[...Listen to the timbre, it's impossible! Absolutely impossible! It should just be similar,] Robin shook his head and made a judgment from the bottom of his heart.

Not to mention that Sakazuki should still be sitting on the fortress in the sky-Megatron. Just looking at the amused and sloppy appearance of the dead fat paper in front of her, she could not think of the tense one all day long. On the **** guy with a dead face.

She has been with Sakazuki for twenty-one years, and she knows nothing better about this poor and exquisite "face man" who must go on a warship before going out.

And this fat man, who spins and jumps all the way and is still playing around in the public, has no shame at all, as if he has already let himself go.

Seeing the fat man quickly grabbing and pulling the potato chips in the bag, he reached out his palm covered with oil stains and potato chips and unscrewed the Coke. After a few sips, he made a loud hiccup, Robin. Completely dispelled the absurd thoughts that had occurred before inexplicably in my heart.

That kind of old-fashioned and serious muscular brother is expensive, how can he allow his image to collapse to this point?

This is completely unimaginable for her.

Lu Qi, who walked side by side with Robin, naturally noticed her abruptly stagnating steps. The Assassin King didn't look squint, only from the slightly wriggling lips could he catch some signs of his words: "What's the matter?"

She smiled helplessly and strode towards the navy station:

"It's okay, I was a little nervous about the recent series of events."

477. Hydra's Bite (Part 1)

The greasy fat man with big ears finally managed to squeeze out the noisy crowd with his tall belly and tonnage.

He raised his head and dumped the remaining potato chips residue into his mouth, and pushed the door into the tea shop.

During this process, a lot of fine seasoning powder and crumbs were shaken on the clothes by this gluttonous guy.

This is a large-scale beverage store, and because it is adjacent to the largest casino in the city, Yudi, the business is also exceptionally good.

The store is divided into upper and lower floors. Although the decoration is not like the magnificent neighboring casino, it also has a sense of elegance and generosity.

The store on the first floor has a bar-like atmosphere. As the main color of the store, the warm lacquer like milk coffee seems to encompass most of the interior buildings, tables and chairs.

The single-person sofa or a square high-leg table and chairs are placed in the corresponding position seemingly, but it makes people feel a relaxed and undisciplined atmosphere created by the environment when entering the store.

Just like the style that this drink shop has worked hard to create, its options are still diverse.

From the various beverages listed in the list, to the free choice of boxes and in the hall, all the customers who come to consume here are given the right to make their own choices.

"Hello, gentleman, I am very happy to serve you."

With a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, the little brother in the shop received this fat man who looked a little casual and sloppy.

"Do you have any free boxes? I just got out of the crowd outside. I really don't want to be squeezed anymore." The fat man shrugged in distress, and turned his finger at the endless crowds outside the shop behind him. appearance.

As a clerk who works here every day, the little brother who wears a neat waiter suit has obviously had a similar experience, and he nods his head seriously.

Immediately, he glanced at the customer's overly plump figure, thinking that he had suffered a lot of crimes in the constant stream of people.

While quite sympathetic, this reason also seems more and more reasonable.

"Of course, please go to Box 17." The clerk slightly bent and raised his left arm to guide the customer in the right direction: "Before this, what drink do you need?"

The fat man, whose figure and posture were getting closer to the penguin, was staggering, and his upper body was slightly inclined toward the direction where the clerk was.

This happy fat house with a hamster-shaped orange-red pajamas on his head also showed a kind but still silly smile on his face: "Does this store sell apa tea?"

The young clerk was plain-looking, of the type that could not be found in the crowd. When he heard the name of this weird drink, a glint flashed in his eyes suddenly.

The clerk’s expression remained unchanged, and he responded with the coded words that he had received, saying: “We don’t have a drink named [Apa Tea] for sale, but I recommend you to try the shop’s special [Oolong Tea].

"

Although he didn't get the drink he wanted, the harmless hanbao of humans and animals did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he faced the clerk and nodded politely and politely: "Okay, listen to you~Yo~"

The clerk's smile became more modest, and he once again leaned to the long-awaited mysterious figure:

"Then please wait a moment, we will deliver the drink to your box after the drink is made."

The joint was initially successful, and the fat man who was struggling to walk was immediately settled in the box labeled 17.

He wiped off the sweat that oozes from his forehead under the scorching sun, and leaned his head on the soft cushion on his back. He was half-lying on the sofa with his fat body that seemed to be greasy. .

He looked at this private and quiet small private room, and the claustrophobic space was illuminated by the avant-garde rotating floor lamp.

Slowly closing his eyes, when the fat man opened the next second, the scene around him had changed drastically.

He still kept Ge You lying in a lazy posture, but he was seated on a waterbed that was larger than the previous sofa.

At intervals, the fixed candlesticks and oil paintings on the walls make this 80-square-meter room more spacious than its actual size.

And in front of him, was standing a young man wearing a spotted white woolen cap.

The person has not retracted his right arm, palms facing inward, and a letter is tattooed on each of the five knuckles. If you pay attention, you will find that the word DEATH is put together.

"Room·Abattoir." Until this time, the main member of [Hydra] reported the name of the move he had previously performed casually.

Trafalgar Luo looked at the fat man in front of him with extremely weird eyes, and he didn't forget to exclaim, "I really didn't expect you to arrive in Alabastan early. To be honest, if it wasn't for the cipher, , I can’t believe my eyes."

"Details determine success or failure. You have personally demonstrated to us a textbook-like disguise." The convincing Hydra agent couldn't help but praised: "Mr. Lindemann always said that his spying skills were brought out by you. Yes, seeing it with my own eyes this time, I totally believe it."

This is because they are in the elite [Hydra] army of physicians directly under the control of the headquarters. Although they are military doctors on the surface, these doctors secretly engage in assassinations, infiltrations, and incubations more often than legion assassins.

Thanks to the careful guidance of Lindeman, the ace spy, and the rich experience in combat over the past few years, Trafalgar Rowe dare not claim to be the first in the Navy in the way of dormant behind the enemy, but he is also one of the best.

As professional as he is, it is difficult to see the flaws in all the details exposed by this fat man.

The clothes are soaked with sweat, and some cola spots are located on the slightly yellowed fabric.

This house-style hoodie and pajamas are clean, but still a bit old.

Trafalgar Luo, who pays attention to details, unremittingly explored the information conveyed by these characteristics, and began to try to deduce from it and draw the conclusion of this fat man's identity:

"Cola and potato chips are significant props with suggestive characteristics. Combining this with the details shown on the clothes, it is easy to be subconsciously substituted into that kind of idle role under the solidified thinking and empiricism of outsiders.

There seems to be some small potato chips scattered around the neck, which should have been accidentally spilled on when he dumped his head up, which shows the person's carelessness and a little stingy...maybe it is greedy for appetite.

This can also be further evidenced by clothing, sloppy, casual, yellowed and old clothes, either because the owner does not care about going out or dressing at home, or the owner is unwilling to spend more money here.

The long-untrimmed beard, greasy skin, and plump belly all intensify the'information of preliminary judgment' in the subconscious mind of the bystander, both brightly and secretly.

I can even smell the heather scent from the area near the belt on my pants, which is not only visual but also a way of identification.

However, the addition of the two has long since misguided.

If I didn’t know your true identity, I would think that you were an authentic civilian who satisfies his duty or even stays home..."

Seeing that this young man turned his mouth faster and faster, spoke faster, and still had an expression of inexplicable meaning, the fat man who had never spoken after entering this house finally couldn't help but interrupt: