Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

Forget it, some things are better not to delve into.

The morning sun shone into the room through the curtains, and the hazy light hit Shirtel's face, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

There is no such thing as an alarm clock next to the bed, so there is no disturbing ringtone to disturb people's dreams.

But because of the light exposure and the slowly rising temperature, Shirtel still had to wake up from sleep, rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned and then stretched comfortably, a new day began. Here it comes again.

Scratching the bright red hair that was already messed up like a chicken coop, Shirter planned to take care of it later. He hadn't cut his hair for a while since he came to Rhodes Island. A red waterfall hangs down, almost down to the thigh.

He took out a hair tie from under the pillow, roughly gathered up the loose strands of hair and tied them up. Shirter lifted the quilt and stepped on the slippers, ready to wash up first, and then start to enjoy today's breakfast.

Keluxier's special offer, a blind box of ice cream mixed with several of Sylter's favorite flavors, every time you open it is a new surprise.

As Sarkaz, who is already rough-skinned and thick-skinned, there is still the oath connection of Ashes in her body. She eats ice cream three times a day, so she doesn't have to worry about eating bad stomachs. In fact, she basically does this.

Fine drops of water slapped on his face. After washing his face, Shirter, who was refreshed, did a few stretching exercises in front of the mirror, and nodded secretly while looking at his perfect body curve.

Sure enough, no matter how much you eat, you won't gain weight. That oath is really useful.

After applauding the Ashes Vow in her heart, Shirtel walked out of the bathroom full of expectations, and when she was about to start enjoying her own breakfast, she froze in place.

Because the scene in front of her disturbed her brain, memory and vision began to conflict, and she discovered an abnormality.

A silver-white straight sword that exudes cold white mist is stuck in the middle of the ground. This is the straight sword of Iluzier she took from Ashes. Because of its ice attribute, it was regarded as a It’s really easy to use a portable refrigerator, don’t tell me, stacking ice cream next to the straight sword of Illusil can easily keep the temperature from melting, and after being transformed by Ashes, there are even more functions to adjust the temperature Function.

But the straight sword of Iluziel is not the point, after all it cannot be eaten.The focus was on what was placed next to Illziel's straight sword.

Originally, the ice cream she got from everywhere was basically piled up around it, and if she wanted to eat it, she just went over to grab one and opened it to taste. She also happily restocked yesterday, but now she can only see an empty floor.

Surrounding Iluzier's straight sword, Shirtel couldn't see the existence of even half of the ice cream.

She couldn't believe it, and hurriedly ran over in three steps and two steps, and stretched out her hand to touch the air.

Well, it seems that clear ice cream does not exist, but here comes the problem.

"Where's my ice cream?"

Could it be that I put it somewhere else and accidentally forgot?

Even though he knew in his heart that the chance of such a situation was very small, Shirter stubbornly rummaged through the boxes, lifted the quilt, opened the bedside table, opened the wardrobe door, and even searched behind the TV and in the water tank in the bathroom.

But nothing came of it, and Stelter, who wasted a lot of effort, sat on the bed and woke up from the grief of his ice cream's mysterious disappearance.

Although I don’t know where to buy the ice cream that will grow away by itself, at least Rhodes Island definitely doesn’t have it, so I really think there is only one——

Someone must have stolen all of his ice cream while he was sleeping!

On this Rhode Island, there is a thief!

She, in Rhode Island, had her ice cream stolen in her room, while she was sleeping?

Outrageous!

Stuart is angry!

She changed her clothes as quickly as possible, tied her hair, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her appearance, she opened the door and rushed out.

She, Shirtel, would let the guy who dared to break ground on Tai Sui know what would happen if he dared to spy on his own ice cream.

Damn thief!I will kill you a thousand times!Not enough!

The furious red figure walked through Rhodes Island, which aroused heated discussions among the good and gossip operators.

Chapter 486 W's Indiscriminate Disaster

Red meteors lit up from the ground. It wasn't some unnamed Sky Comet Dragon who used the cute star to fly into the sky, but was walking around Rhodes Island with Levadin, looking for the hateful dragon. The loathsome and odious ice cream thief's Sturt.

Her speed was very fast, and her gaze was constantly scanning the passing people. The shame of having the ice cream stolen right under her nose made her head go crazy, and now she looked at everyone like that thief.

Ms. W also skipped work today. After all, no one likes to rub red gold in the construction room. Why don't you sneak out to see the scenery when you have free time?

If you are scolded, you will be scolded. Anyway, she was scolded by Kelsey many times when she was in the Tower of Babel. The thick skin that a mercenary must have allows her to make her left ear go in when facing the old lynx. The right ear came out, and after listening to it, she pulled it out, and if she could hear half a word, she could not lose.

W humming a ditty in a happy mood, holding a piece of ice cream in her hand and licking it tastefully. She walked quite recklessly, but she didn't know that she was being followed by a person who was about to lose her mind.

"That is..."

Shirtel's eyes found W who was skipping work, and her eyes also saw the ice cream in her hand.

“Peppermint White Peach Ice Cream from Victoria...that's mine!!!”

"Levadin!!!"

Without any explanation or sign, Shirtel, who thought he had discovered the thief, swung Levardin directly in a rage, and slashed at W with a fire knife.

Although he was very angry, Shirtel still subconsciously controlled his strength. This knife cut the person half to death at most, and dragged him to the medical department with the remaining half of his breath. up.

The vigilant nerves trained in her mercenary career roared, and W instantly discovered the attack coming towards her. When she saw a scorching slash flying straight towards her, she also subconsciously made a move. reaction.

"I'm stupid! What is this thing?!"

The body retreated suddenly, and W took out his own special bomb from under his skirt with a backhand and threw it out. It was detonated immediately after contacting Sylter's fire knife, and exploded with a huge roar accompanied by heat waves and shocks.

A few people dodged to a safe place and caught the ice cream falling from the sky. W looked at the floor in front of him that was devastated by Levardin and the bomb, and turned to look at the real culprit who suddenly attacked. The one who didn't hold the ice cream He made an international gesture with one hand directly towards her.

"What the hell are you crazy about? Do you want to kill me?!"

"Hmph, those who steal chickens and dogs will die when they die."

For W's swearing, Shirtel also mercilessly fought back, raised Levadin, pointed the burning sword point at W, and said sharply:

"Now, immediately, immediately, return my ice cream!"

"No, are you sick? Why should I give you the ice cream I bought with my own money?"

Finding that the target of Shier Teer seems to be not himself but the ice cream in his hand, although W feels a little strange, he still protects the ice cream with his body and refuses to give in. The so-called mercenaries must not be afraid to find fault, otherwise they will end up weak His reputation will not come to life.

"Still quibbling?" Shirtel frowned, "Then don't blame me."

"Go to hell and repent for stealing my ice cream, Sarkaz!"

"Aren't you also Sarkaz? Are you talking fart?"

W cursed, stuffed the ice cream into her mouth, pressed her hands under her skirt, and two bombs with weird smiling faces appeared in her hands.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Although I couldn't hear what she was saying, it was by no means a good word.

The bomb was thrown by W, and Shirter went forward without giving in. Lewadin cut the bomb easily, but what happened in the next second was not an explosion, but a thick and pungent smoke.

"Ahem!! That thief... Where is he?"

After Shirtel dispersed the smoke, there was no trace of the white-haired Sarkaz on the street in front of him.

Just kidding, W has worked so hard in the mercenary world for so many years, not because of his enthusiasm and his own Sarkaz swearing, although the latter did help a lot.

Whether she can beat the opponent or not, she can see it quite clearly. The so-called bomber, she threw out the last two smoke bombs on her body. At this time, don't run away and wait for the opponent to react. Kill it?

Brother, can't you see how big the knife on the opposite side is?

W ran away directly, which made Shirtel very annoyed. After looking around several times, she couldn't find W's figure. She stamped her feet angrily, and started to walk through Rhodes Island again.

However, W's fierce resistance also made Shirter calm down a little. Rhode Island's ice cream is not monopolized by her alone, and others can naturally buy it through normal channels. Maybe the white-haired bomb girl is really not a thief?

Thinking about it again, the Sarkaz don't seem to like sweets too much, so who would like to eat sweet, cool, soft and cotton things?

Shirtel thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a backup candidate.

If you want to say which race on the land of Terra likes to eat sweets, then you must ask a hundred people on the street, and 99 people will tell you that it is Sakota, and the rest will say that Sakota likes sweets the most. sweets.

Yes, that's right, the Sakotas of Rutland, commonly referred to as angels, are known for their sweet tooth, such as Anderchell of Rhode Island Operation Reserve A4, who because he can only The Sakota who makes 25 desserts and thinks he's not worth it.

Apart from desserts, the Sakotas also like sweet foods all over the place. Because of their physique, they don't have to worry about gaining weight or tooth decay, which is very enviable.

As a medical and pharmaceutical company that recruits talents from all over Terra, there are naturally angels in Rhodes Island. The more active ones are the angels of Penguin Logistics, Mostima, the messenger of natural disasters, and ordinary sniper cadres. Members of the Anderschell.

With a thought in his mind, Shirtel immediately made a wrong step and turned to look for these angels.

Searching aimlessly is definitely not the first choice. On the one hand, people who are not wooden stakes will not stand still and wait for Shirtel to find them. On the other hand, except for the few people who spend most of the time with Penguin logistics Apart from Anderchell, who was trained by Dubin in the A4 action reserve group, the Angel of Power who hangs out together, Mostima himself is quite mysterious, and her whereabouts are uncertain. It can be said that it is only by luck to find her. It's hard as hell.

But Shirtel knows where someone knows their movements and locations.

"boss!"

Kicking open the locked door with a rather imposing kick, Shirtel directly forced his way into Ke Luxie's canteen, completely ignoring the sign of "Closed Business" hanging on the door.

"Uh huh huh?? What's going on?! Didn't I hang a sign outside and lock the door?"

But Lucille obviously didn't expect that the door of her canteen would be kicked open by someone, so she hurriedly got down on her upper body to cover the things scattered on the table. Shirtel glanced at it and found that it was some small books with paintings on the cover. Book.

But she wasn't interested in these, and she didn't want to know why Lucille had a suspicious blush on her face, and straightforwardly expressed her intention to come.

"Ah... the ice cream was stolen? That's really... If you want to find the location of the angels, just go to the Penguin logistics station in the grass area. Even Mostima is there today. You can ask ask."

Shirtel left cleanly, but Lucille hurriedly repaired the door and strengthened the protection by the way. After all, this time she was engaged in a big business, and she must not leak the news.

Chapter 487 You have committed the crime of eating ice cream!

Grass area, Penguin logistics base in Rhodes Island——

Several people from Penguin Logistics are staying here, because today is the day when the emperor will listen to their report on the ship, even Mostima is here. After all, she is actually in Penguin Logistics, so it can be regarded as a face for the emperor. .

Although this time they should be able to send them to report their actions on Rhodes Island to the Emperor, but in fact no one cares about this at all. The majesty of being a BOSS is actually to show off his new album.

Listening to the great emperor chattering in the video about how much effort she has spent on this new album, how exquisite and how good it sounds, and such things as DDD in seconds, Angel Neng scratched her hair impatiently, after all, she has already Ting Dadi said it many times, and every time he said that he would have a showdown with DDD, but the open and secret fights between the two always ended in a draw. This has almost become an obsession of the Emperor.

But you can't torture their ears just because of this, right?

Angel Neng turned his head and looked around, only to find that Texas was already lying on the sofa with a pocky in his mouth, his hands folded on his chest, his head dozing off bit by bit.

Croissant, on the other hand, huddled in the corner and faced the wall, only showing his back, looking at something secretly with his hands, and making some strange noises from time to time.

An angel knows without even thinking about what Croissant is reading is the book "Teaching You How to Make Millions a Month--The Bible for Getting Rich You Can Make Money Even After Reading it for a Little Time". , but also a secretive look, as if someone is spying on her money-making bible.

I don't even think about how credible this kind of thing is?And you said Croissant can make a lot of money?

Well, the joke is really funny.

Mostima just left first, didn't say what she was going to do, only said that she would come back later, so no one in this stronghold would care what she could do as an angel.

After looking around again to make sure that no one would disturb him, Nengtian left the seat lightly, took a photo by the way and put it in front of the video camera, and turned down the sound a bit.

Well, now that everything is in place, it's time to start planning your own.