I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Yes, although I can't see anything, I can imagine that when the lights in the hall are turned on again, the scene is not in a mess, but there must be people everywhere, full of soldiers and snoring. …

It's hard to imagine the shocking effect of hundreds of people snoring at the same time. I hope they don't wake up as angry as me...

"Quickly, get that old cop a gas mask, he's almost out of breath..."

Listening to the shouting in the distance, I lay down again, silently feeling the darkness in front of me...

That's right, I had calculated the possibility of the police appearing long before I fell asleep, so I told the old bone the premise of the plan, and asked him to cooperate with the butler assistant to attract the enemy's attention through the drama of human affection, and The Chinese Gang took the opportunity to take out all the BQ potions...

The finishing touch is the shellless submachine gun I adjusted the power of...

Because not only will it not accidentally injure friendly troops, but it can also put all enemies into a deep sleep by breaking the BQ potion. With the cooperation of two or two, the current situation of turning defeat into victory is completed...

Of course, casualties are inevitable, and some members of the Chinese gang were shot, but it is better than annihilation of the entire army...

After a pause, I heard a sound of footsteps coming from far to near, with a bit of leisurely meaning...

"Mr. Madman, according to what I said before, all the weapons and equipment here belong to us, and there is another 1000 million rewards. I don't know when..."

Hearing Brother Brick's voice, I nodded slightly...

"Ask the old bone to give it to you, he should have a lot of money left, by the way...can you please light me a cigarette..."

pat~

After taking the cigarette, I took a deep breath, and before I could let it out, I heard his slightly complicated sigh...

"Next, what are you going to do..."

I turned around silently...

"Find a place to sleep..."

...

Let's talk about what's next...

Let’s talk about the butler’s assistant first. Although this guy’s acting skills are mediocre, he is quite good in execution...

He first arranged a relatively safe place for me, and called the best ophthalmologist in Brazil to check whether my eyes could be cured...

Well, I admit that the possibility of recovering from the loss of eyeballs is even lower than the probability of getting a hook on the forehead...

But compared to my disappointment, the housekeeper's assistant is extremely excited, it seems because...

"You don't know, Mr. Seven, my master has been researching prosthetic eyes for a long time. Although there is no way to restore your vision, it is still no problem to perceive the surrounding environment..."

Yes, maybe it’s not a bad thing for me to have a pair of prosthetic eyes with various functions, if the telepathic function has no side effects...

That's right, compared to the movement consumption of mechanical legs and prosthetic limbs, the brain power consumed by sensing the environment is significantly greater, and the side effects are also more annoying...

So the conclusion is that I seem to have met my future lisp and dementia self...

But... there's no way to avoid it, isn't it?

By the way, I haven't gotten any useful clues about how my eyes exploded...

As for the opinions of people from all walks of life, it can be said that there are all kinds of strange things...

As an undistinguished figure in medicine, my ophthalmologist put it this way...

"The initial guess is that it was caused by external force extrusion, but what puzzles me is that according to the tear lines inside your eye sockets, as well as the intact oculomotor nerves and orbital blood vessels, your eyeballs... more seem to have evaporated out of thin air! "

My verdict is... money back!

And as a living fossil in the criminal investigation world, Old Bones, he said this...

"I doubt it, it might be a chicken head mess!"

My assessment is... bullshit!

But as a new star in the service industry, the butler assistant gave a different idea...

"Mr. Seven, there is a saying in Brazil that blind people are those who walk at night. At least you will never see those hypocritical faces and ugly faces again. I think this should be God's mean..."

My assessment is...

Where is God?I also want to make it a seer!

As a leader in the hardware industry, a good partner who has been with me for several years and has always supported me, Brother Hammer, although he is as concise as ever, he still gave me the most reasonable explanation,

"... "

Brother Hammer and I have a long-standing tacit understanding, and it is natural. Although it is silent, I can understand the message he wants to convey...

"Blindness doesn't stop me from hunting enemies, because I can smell their stink!" - Blind Monk!

Alright, now on to the old bones...

The chicken head is dead, and the revenge has been avenged. For him, this is undoubtedly the most precious gift when he enters his old age...

However, the matter here also represents parting...

That's right, I hope he can return to Huaxia and re-enter the government to work...

One is because, for at least two months in the future, I need to start adapting to the prosthetic eye and the perspective of the blind, so it doesn't make any sense for him to stay here. It's better to go back to China with enthusiasm and serve the country...

The second is because I need him to break into the upper echelons of China to eradicate the dark chess player hidden in the deepest part of China...

Yes, although the chicken head is dead, this is definitely not the end. That dark chess player is also exuding the residual heat of the Stranger Gang, which I cannot allow!

The third reason is that I obtained the locations of all the remaining strongholds of the Strange People Gang from the communication device of the boy in white...

There are a total of eight places, except for Britain, France, the bottom of the Amazon River, and Mexico, the rest are all in China...

So I can only ask the old bones to return to China to form a special team to eradicate the remnants of the Stranger Gang...

Maybe it was because he was worried about my eyes, so he was not very happy about returning to China, but when I put these three points in front of him, he finally chose righteousness, and reluctantly set foot on the plane back to China...

Let's talk about that poor chief...

Regarding the incident of the cooked duck flying, he was undoubtedly deeply shocked personally, but when the butler assistant came to the door with 1000 million dollars, his attitude immediately took a 360-degree turn...

Of course, it's not just about the money...

In fact, if I go back to the base that night, I believe that no matter how much money I spend, the director will not be able to let me go, because what the lunatic brings is not only wealth, but also a personal honor recognized by the people of the world!

But it's a pity that he missed this honor, so he can get some compensation in spite of regret. I believe that no one will refuse this gift...

Of course, the purpose of my spending 1000 million is not some ridiculous reason such as making up for it. I just hope that he can keep a tight-lipped attitude on the matter of "Huaxia police shielding lunatics"...

Even if there are countless attackers that day, I believe that as the leader of the game, he can handle the follow-up matters well...