Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Fiameta trembled when she heard the last sentence—it seemed that she recalled some bad memories...

Rutland, as one of the few wealthy cities in Terra, naturally has a rapidly developing business and service industry - online shopping is naturally included.

When she heard that she actually had to write a [-]-word self-reflection letter, Fiametta's first reaction was to open her mobile phone and search for ghostwriting online stores...

And when she sent the request, the reaction from the other party is still particularly vivid in Fiametta’s memory——

[[-] words? !Have you violated the rules of heaven? ? ! 】

...

"Please don't mention the petition again..."

Miss Fiameta, who was blacklisted by the ghostwriter's online store on the spot, was tortured by the [-]-word self-criticism.... So far, whenever someone mentions this matter, she will have some stress reactions, and even go to Ann Mr. Donne's troublesome thoughts were all left behind....

"uh-huh--"

Alice, who roughly saw the state of Li Boli in front of her, shrugged, and decided not to torment her fragile nerves anymore...

"In short, most of them will gather in this "dark zone" when they hear the news, there is no government, and there is no Lateran guards and Atlas security forces who are chasing them-ideally refuge."

"As long as our engineering troops in charge of building the wall "intentionally or unintentionally" reveal some loopholes that can lead to the interior of the dark area, it is enough to put these guys who want to jump in..."

Perika clicked a few times on the projection screen beside her, as if she was arranging something——

"Hmm...ladies, isn't this a little too deliberate...?"

Evangelista XI, who watched the arrangement of several people, intervened in the conversation and raised his doubts——

"Hmm... It's like a giant sack, and it's obvious that they want to trap them in it to beat Sap."

Evangelista XI, who stroked his beard, looked at the few people who were discussing in confusion.

"This is the so-called detail that determines success or failure...Your Excellency—as long as our acting skills are good enough...not only will they not suspect, they will even take the initiative to attack the front line of the engineering troops, just to rush in to seek the front line vitality..."

"On the surface, it was announced that due to the large-scale leak of Originium gas, this area should be sealed off and isolated, and further cleaning and recycling will be carried out when the threat and pollution concentration in the area are low... Before this, this area was declared a High-risk areas are no longer managed."

"Then they were hesitant and suspicious because of this - after all, it takes some courage to break into a contaminated area that is almost a "natural disaster". After all, breaking in means equating one's identity with that of an infected person. different..."

"At this time, His Excellency the Pope and Perika, you all need to come out in public - you just need to express that Lateran will never forgive or tolerate all the participants in the riot, and the more resolute the words, the better... .”

Alice looked at the little old man Sakota standing aside...

"Hmm... how bad is it?"

The Pope stroked his beard——

"Ah... For example, if you catch it at the port, you will kill it on the spot at the port, and if you catch it at home, you will drown it alive in the toilet... In this way, all problems will be solved in the end?"

"Well, of course this is a metaphor, we just need to create enough panic for this group of people-then, we can find an agent on the black market, an agent with a good reputation, preferably a Intelligence businessman, we only need two messages from him..."

Alice knocked on the table with her index finger, signaling to everyone that this is an important point——

"First, he knows more than one channel that can enter the "dark zone" that was missed by the Lateran security forces, and can miss the patrol inspections of the security forces."

"Second, Lateran will recycle and clean up the "dark area" in the follow-up of its external publicity. The world has been broken, and Lateran will completely abandon the city in the wilderness after the Conference of Nations is completely over."

...

"Ah-"

In the residential reserve within the Rutland Defense Line, a blue-haired man sneezed hard——

"Uh...the left eye jumps for money, and the right eye jumps for disaster—what the hell are two pairs of eyelids jumping together?"

"Get rich and unlucky again??"

Mr. Sambo, the [Miyoshi] businessman who still didn’t know that he would be captured as a “lucky slave”, stood on the street and muttered——

Chapter 356 Please find someone else, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand this test.

Rutland Street Safety Zone

"You kid ran here, I thought you were going to hide—"

Just as Mr. Sangbo was wandering around and was about to think about what to eat for dinner, a somewhat indifferent voice came from behind him, and at the same time a hand was placed on his shoulder...

"Uh...it's your old man—have you eaten?"

Mr. Sangbo, who was about to turn around and ask, "Who is so rude", froze... After all, the lady behind him is the big money he made during this trip to Rutland Investor...

In the corner of UMP45's twitching mouth, the latter completed the face-changing magic in a short moment-the expression of displeasure became smiling and hospitable... It should be said that it is the basic cultivation of a black market profiteer

"Of course, helium-3 energy bar - Mr. Sambo Koski, right? I have a big job for you."

Miss UMP45, who didn't want to get entangled with this man, chose to go straight to the main body of this trip.

"Uh...Miss Leia—what's the deal?"

Knowing the other party's identity, at least on the surface, Sangbo didn't agree to it--a big job in the mouth of an international security contractor, at least it is a desperate job to pin his head to his belt...

Although I have some ability and connections, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is obvious that some money cannot be earned by myself——

"The reward is all yours, and we'll wipe your ass...how about that?"

Seeing the cautious expression on the blue-haired man in front of her, Miss UMP45 decided to impress him with benefits...

"No answer—!"

But it seems to have had some counterproductive effects. When he heard that he was actually getting paid in full, our Mr. Sambo Koski chose to give up and admit defeat, and made it clear that I couldn't do it——

"No, take your leave——Ms. Leia, you'd better hire another expert for this list. I have limited abilities, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stand this kind of test!"

The man waved his hand and distanced himself from UMP45, as if he was planning to run away immediately——

"I won't disturb you, I'm leaving first -"

After saying the last sentence, Sambo immediately turned around and ran away——

Just kidding, when discussing business, I told you that you will eat all the profits of this trip, and we will not take any of it, and we will also wipe your ass for you... Isn’t this just another way to tell you——

The risk is very high, and the consequences are at your own risk. We can’t give any assistance. How much you can earn depends on yourself. Don’t blame us if you die. You can earn money according to your own ability. If conditions permit, remember to write a suicide note to explain the funeral. We did our best for you.

I, Sambo Koski, is still young—I still want to live a few more years. A small business on the black market can make a lot of profit. What a huge loan, nothing to do with your life.

"..."

Seeing the profiteer slipping away, Ms. UMP45 didn't intend to go after him directly, but dialed the communication——

"Commander? Our intended target doesn't seem to be willing to cooperate with us? I've already paid him a lot."

"Huh? Interesting... a prudent guy... Your paying him too much probably backfired by scaring him, Leia—this guy is supposed to be a passer-by guy who doesn't like thrills ..."

Alice on the other end of the communication raised her eyebrows slightly——

"Well, but this step is very crucial to our plan, 45; so, use all the methods you can to convince our "guest"..."

"Understand~"

Ms. UMP45, who received Ms. Alice's order, pinched the joints of her fingers, as if she was planning to repeat the scene a few days ago——

"Boy, you can't go - all the security patrol teams nearby, a blue-haired male foreigner, hold me down when you see it!"

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Classic event reenactment, this term is a good word for some people, such as players who missed out-of-print events in the past, but for Mr. Sambo Koski, this is probably not a good word——

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky——!"

In the middle of getting wet, it suddenly occurred to me that I had rejected it too thoroughly. I didn’t even ask about the entrustment, so I didn’t leave any room for the other party to maneuver. Mr. Sangbo, who completely rejected it, is now paying tribute to the scene a few days ago ...

——"Rutland Running Man"

In front of him and behind him were the Atlas figures who were chasing after them - and the people around him were so kind as a few days ago...

The enthusiastic people who saw that they were being chased by a group of armed security forces were not idle. It would be easy for them to trip you if they stretched out their feet. Mr. Sambo even saw that some Sakota people had already touched the protective guns. come out--

If it wasn't for Ms. Leia who was chasing after her shouting to catch her alive, she would probably have been beaten into a sieve...

But at least Mr. Sangbo should be thankful for one thing—the old customer on the opposite side seems to be a little nostalgic, and he didn’t directly call out the blue-haired Luper is Sangbo, and the red-clothed Ruper is Sangbo. ..

Otherwise poor Mr. Sambo would probably have to run naked in the streets of Rutland with his turban in his arms, and then usher in his lore-such as shouting that the hooded and streaking Ruper man is Sambo making Mr. Businessman sociologically dead Bar....

...

"Huh...huh...hey, my ancestors, you can really chase after me..."

Humans can't outrun human form, not to mention that the latter didn't use all their strength at all...

Mr. Sambo, who was exhausted and gasping for breath, was blocked in the corner of the alley....

"Then you can run pretty well—"

Miss UMP45, who twisted her neck, glared at the soon-to-be-famous "Rutland Runner"...

"So, Ms. Leia... you must have me? I also know a few colleagues who are also in Rutland, how about I introduce a few to you-there is also a guy with a good reputation on the road that I know, and recently it's here."

"We only know you as a guy who has connections with the black market - oh? You also know a colleague? That's pretty good - how is your relationship?"

UMP45 was stunned for a moment and quickly forwarded the news to Ms. Alice in the base camp, and immediately received an instruction to try to make contact.

"Uh... not bad? That guy is a traveling businessman like me, but he has exquisite medical skills - I have also helped him get a lot of rare medicines, and he owes me a lot of favors..."

Sangbo, who saw the play, immediately planned to pull all his acquaintances down——

Looking back at the posture, I guess I can't run away - it would be better to drag a few more guys with me... At least there are more people and someone will take care of me, right...

"Hey...it's hard to make money from big customers these days—"

Chapter 357 This face looks so familiar...Which studio is this from?

A street cafe in Rutland

"Doctor Luosha, my child..."

A Li Boli woman looked worriedly at the doctor with long blond hair in front of her. Her child said that she had a headache since yesterday, and that she would not eat or drink for almost a day——

"Ma'am...does the food at home show signs of being lost recently...?"

The blond doctor took his hand off the child's wrist with a sigh and asked a seemingly unrelated question...

"Ah...? Yes, some—I don't know if it was stolen by a mouse or something...Doctor, what does this have to do with my child?"

The woman froze for a moment, but answered the question honestly——

"Yes, and no—madam, I have another question—has the child had a lot of homework in school recently?"

The Rakshasa sighed again——

"Homework... my child's school did assign a lot of homework before the meeting of nations, because the school announced a holiday during the meeting... the teachers should have assigned a lot of homework, and each subject should have three subjects... ..”

“…”

The doctor and the patient's guardian fell silent at the same time...

"doctor?"

The woman looked at the blond man in front of her with a tone of suspicion and certainty.

"The prescription is quite simple...a bamboo board of two feet and one inch is enough. Madam...well, these are some medicines for removing blood stasis and relieving pain. Let's take them too..."

Under the gaze of the little Liboli boy [What brand of devil are you?], Rakshasa shook his head, took out several packages of potions from the accompanying box, and handed them to "Suddenly" in front of him. Madame de Liboly opened her mouth...

"The reward is waived - madam, the medicine is in powder form. Mix it with a small amount of water to make a paste and apply it on the affected area..."

"Where is it, you must accept this little reward—I'm the one who disturbed you, the doctor. The child pretended to be sick so he didn't realize it, and disturbed your rest at night. I'm really sorry."

...

Looking at the mother and child who were gradually going away, and the "desperate" look left by the little Li Boli boy on him, the foreign doctor shook his head——

He suddenly remembered a folk joke from the Yan people - if a child is sick, he is probably just pretending, and he can just give him a good beating...

"Forget it, it's good to have a look - if there is any discomfort, it's better to find out early and treat it early..."

After taking a sip of the cold coffee, Mr. Doctor decided to settle his dinner right here....

...

"Look at him, then look at yourself - why is the gap so big?"

Not far away from the coffee shop, Miss UMP45 was staying with the bitter Sambo, observing the Rakshasa people not far away...

[Why does this face look so familiar...Which studio is this person from? ? 】