My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"With this thought in mind, I wasn't going to make a move today!"

Behind him, the gun barrel in the center of those golden ripples began to gain momentum.

"But now! Now! I'm going to..."

"boom!"

thump--

……

At this moment, at the European headquarters hundreds of kilometers away, Otto, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly woke up from a device that looked like a metal egg. Breaking out in a cold sweat, then panting heavily.

"Let me teach you one more thing."

The man's familiar voice came from the loudspeaker next to him.

"Villain, die of talking too much."

Author's message:

ps:

I'm really fed up with the sensitive word "man standing"!Wasn't the person who set the term at the time really messing with things?It also prevents people from coding properly!

Every time I write about a man standing there, he will tell me that this word is sensitive, and it really makes me sick.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven One Nineteen Fifty Two.winter

Winter [-], London, Imperial Laboratory [-].

"Crack-"

The door of the small building rang, and then, a series of hurried sounds of leather shoes touching the wooden floor came from the other side of the door, and then gradually from far to near, and from near to far.Go inward.

"I'm back. The venison pie is on the table for you, today's paper has arrived, and you finished your breakfast..."

The blue-haired girl in a fancy dress sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a newspaper with her flat eyes and reading it. After hearing the sound, she seemed to have expected it or was used to it, and even He didn't lift his head, but spoke calmly.

On the sofa next to her lay Tesla, who was still asleep with a hangover.

"Whoa-"

"Those people know how to curse! Curse! Curse! Curse!"

Then, the sound of some document being dropped from the table came clearly from the other side of the room, reaching the ears of the two girls.

Einstein's brows twitched, and then he lifted his eyes from the newspaper, and turned his head to look behind the sofa in some surprise.

"Snapped!"

"I know how to scold! I'm useless! What else can I do besides being able to scold!"

She saw the red-haired man angrily slap the briefcase in his hand on the table, then lifted a document on the table and dropped it on the ground as if he was still puzzled, making a loud noise that spread throughout the room.

"What's the matter? What is worth your anger?"

She still didn't put down the newspaper in her hand, but said in her usual unhurried and even lazy tone.

"The wisdom of the people is not yet developed..."

Gong Ming slapped his hand on the table and let out a long sigh.

"Calm down, eat the pie." Einstein returned his gaze to the newspaper in his hand. "Didn't you just come back from the Soviet Union? What happened?"

"Eat any cake, you will be full."

Gong Ming sat down on the work chair in the corner of the living room, and said angrily.

"So what happened in the end? Tell me, I'm listening." Einstein said while looking at the newspaper in his hand, as if I was listening and reading.

"I'm really curious about the things that can make you angry like this."

"...Actually, to be honest, it's nothing." This time, the man hesitated and said in a slower tone.

"Seriously, it's just that I met a troll."

"A troll. Um...a troll I met in the Soviet Union." Einstein glanced at the red-haired man beside him who was making such a big noise but had no intention of waking up, and nodded.

"What did he spray on you?"

"It's not me..." Gong Ming shook his head. "It's actually just a few things... such as that this society is actually extremely dark, and you don't understand the darkness of this society at all. It's basically scolding those officials in the Soviet Union for corruption."

"Well, what's his situation?" Einstein put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip.He raised his eyes and forgot the man said with a glance.

"There are trolls like this everywhere. If just anyone can make you so angry, Nicholas, then your hundreds of years will be in vain."

"Probably, a group leader in his place who is not even a government official corrupted something belonging to the group, and then he started scolding."

Gong Ming shook his head.

"I asked him, why didn't the team leader report it to his superiors because he was greedy? He asked me if it would be useful to report? The superiors would ignore you at all." Gong Ming sighed softly.

"I asked him if he tried to report? He said he hadn't. I asked him why didn't you try? He returned to the question of whether reporting is useful. He also said that there are so many corrupt ink in the Soviet Union, so report him Is it useful alone?"

"Then I asked him【Shouldn't your team leader be elected by you yourself? Shouldn't this kind of grassroots self-government cadre be elected by yourself one vote at a time?] He replied that they didn't choose. So I asked He 【Then how did he become the team leader?】, he said that because no one wanted to be the team leader and said he was going to be the team leader. I said [So you all acquiesced that he became the team leader, right? ], that person said to me angrily at that time—”

Gong Ming imitated that person's indignant tone, and said this sentence.