69novels Chapter 341 This Can’t Be Blamed on Me
Chapter 341 This Can’t Be Blamed on Me
Rum was obviously very dissatisfied with Vermouth's bad attitude.
However, when all means were exhausted and they were unable to escape the opponent's grasp, an atmosphere of despair gradually enveloped everyone's head.
...Only that crazy guy Gin still has the energy to fight against the other party.
"Only the four of us and the codename members of the headquarters knew about the last plan."
There was something amusing in what Vermouth said.
Of the two armed helicopters, one was hit before it landed, and the other disintegrated after landing.
Looking back, I can even seem to hear the other party's faint scolding in my ears.
About the collection value of an aircraft and its repair after damage.
...a group of weirdos with strange collecting habits!
"There's a rat among the code members."
Rum had a grim expression on his face and said this almost with gritted teeth, then he took out his cell phone and started texting people.
It's impossible to call people here, after all, no one will come.
We can only let the rest of the people who haven’t fallen into this net investigate outside to find out who is harming them!
Vermouth on the side rubbed her swollen temples.
How did the situation get to this point?
...It seems like it started from the last time when Gin would rather throw the Beretta into the river than give it to the other party?
Vermouth, who had already forgotten how many times she couldn't find a place to sit in her own residence, moved and used the other leg to support herself to stand.
Walls without wallpaper will fall off with dust if you touch them, and new clothes are quite expensive.
Rum, who had just finished editing the text message, felt his pockets all over his body.
After a while, he looked silently at the cigarette that he had crushed on the ground, and kicked it hard.
Damn it! The last one!
Recalling their recent predicament, Vermouth sneered:
"The other party did not restrict our food, clothing and daily expenses."
The phone in my pocket vibrated.
Rum took it out and saw the icon representing the BOSS on it, his face looked a little grim.
[I am not negotiating with you about Rum. No matter what method you use, you must bring them back to me at all costs.]
[The organization doesn't need useless junk.]
The phone creaked when it was squeezed.
Vermouth glanced at the phone in the other person's hand that was about to break, and roughly guessed what the other person meant.
"Notify Gin and ask him to control his temper."
Rum gritted his teeth as he finished speaking, then he reluctantly replied to a text message while holding his slightly deformed phone.
Obviously, he also knew the character of the group of men in black robes.
As long as they don't provoke others, no one will care even if they wander around the streets blatantly.
Can't win? Then just lie low for a while.
People are not machines. No matter how powerful they are, there is always a chance for them to catch us!
Vermouth glanced at Rum:
"Why don't you tell Gin yourself?"
"It's no use what I said."
"Then he will listen to me?"
The last time Vodka made a suggestion, he was hit by the butt of a gun and his sunglasses were knocked off.
Thinking of this, Rum rubbed his brows and felt a headache just looking at it:
"Then let him make a scene first, and we'll think of other countermeasures."
"I think instead of relying on force, we should try to offer a price to cooperate with them."
"is that useful?"
“Will it get worse than it already is?”
The only thing that has been exposed about that group of people now is their lack of money.
Maybe a little ignorant.
The two people here began to discuss the possibility of cooperation.
The situation on the other side is very intense.
The top 1 winery in anger is still a madman with questionable sanity.
To say that the fight continues until death is an understatement; if necessary, they might even end up dying together.
The robot, who had just jumped into the river together with the other person, witnessed the other person fainting and then fished him out with his own hands, said that he had a strong say in this matter.
Under the bridge.
A group of people in black robes surrounded the two unconscious people, looking at them from all sides.
One of them finally reached out his eager hand and gave the other's long hair a treatment.
“It’s much smoother!”
The other one shook the hem of Gin's tattered windbreaker and said with a paralyzed expression:
"This dress is torn and needs to be mended."
The black-robed man next to him slapped his hand away, seeming to be a little disgusted:
"If the sewing is not good, it will affect the combat effectiveness. No! This is the final opponent, 6687, go get some good material."
"Why are they so poor? Weren't they very rich before?"
"You'd better not let them hear this."
"Why don't those two come out to play with us? They haven't sent anyone recently. It's more fun when there are more people."
"That's it."
Finally there is a world that allows the emergence of advanced civilization and technology.
As long as you don't get exposed, you can fool around outside all the time, cough! Working for adults outside (serious).
This is not fun, ahem! This is not working hard?
With that in mind, a group of robots began their daily maintenance work.
"Add some nutritional supplements. See how thin the child is."
"Where are the mental soothing devices? My Lord said before that we need to keep them in good condition."
"Hey, wait a minute. I recently invented a powerful recovery potion. Do you want to try it?"
"Are you sure there are no side effects?"
Everyone looked at the recognized little lunatic.
The youngest robot created by Yun Xianhe, the one codenamed "Wanwan" chuckled.
He took out a syringe from the small box he carried with him and showed it to everyone.
In the transparent glass tube, the bright pink liquid emits a strange light.
In short, there was something wrong.
Wanwan looked at the brothers and sisters around him and smiled innocently:
"One shot will make him full of energy! As for the side effect, he will have to sleep for an hour."
"That's good."
"There were no signs of life during this period. After all, we need to recover quickly, so it's normal to temporarily stop the operation of those things and avoid energy consumption, right?"
“…Is it possible?”
More than fifty minutes later.
In the shadow under the bridge, Vodka, who woke up first, held his swollen head.
The cold wind blew mercilessly under the bridge, and the sky in the distance was dark, as if it was about to rain.
Realizing that they had not been able to kill the other party this time, the big guy sighed in frustration, turned his head to look at his eldest brother who was still lying there, and reached out to push him:
"Brother, wake up, brother?"
Vodka felt that something was wrong with Gin and was stunned at first, then he quickly tried the side of his neck.
Can't feel my heartbeat?! Impossible!
“?! Big Brother! Big Brother, wake up! Big Brother!!”
The surveillance camera left on the wall disguised as moss moved its camera.
Looking at Vodka who was performing CPR on Gin, the robots hiding in the dark and watching the monitors turned their heads to look at a robot.
Wan Wan, who was very confident in his new invention, felt their gazes, glanced at the time, and raised his chin:
"I guarantee he'll wake up in 20 seconds. But if that big idiot gets crushed to death, it can't be blamed on me."