I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"..."

The professor was stunned.

He put on his glasses tremblingly and asked suspiciously, "But that's going to kill a city man!?"

"Yeah, that would kill a city."

Zhao Bai lifted a corner of his mask and finally ate the fries he was thinking about.

Burger King's French fries, the tomato sauce is Heinz, the golden brown and crispy skin, the soft and waxy potato inside, the tomato sauce is also bright red and sweet, the sweet and sour taste is just right, the person who buys it is the person who really understands French fries, Zhao Bai really wants to be with him He shook hands.

The professor was stunned for a long time.

He had to be given a chance to react.

Zhao Bai continued to eat the fries, put the mask back on after eating, took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, turned his head and said with interest, "How is it? You are also a smart person and can understand what I say. I mean, is there any truth to it?"

I have to say that the effect of the show just now was embarrassing.

But the ease of eating french fries in the enemy's lair, more or less cynical, is a powerful proof.

It is also crooked.

"I still need to make sure."

The professor stood up and walked calmly out of the door, his shiny bald head flashing.

"The poisonous spider mecha outside the door, remember to bypass their attack range, be careful to self-destruct, and pay attention to safety."

"I know."

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"Sir, you broke the elevator, do you know how much we will pay?"

"Aren't there a lot of anti-entropy funds?"

"But those are all earned by Einstein's leader and Tesla's leader in concerts, and some are hard-earned money earned by Anti-Entropy Animation Co., Ltd. Hiring the army and renting hotels are all reasonable expenses, but please don't be fooled. Accidentally smashed an elevator."

"..."

"Is that how the money comes from?"

he said suspiciously.

It seems a little unbelievable.

"Those two old women? A concert? Are they still out of breath?"

Forget it, forget it.

Just be careful not to break anything, right?

As soon as he relaxed his mood, he saw the old professor Mediterranean walk out of the room that should have been quiet, with a heavy face, and his mood suddenly turned bad, because he knew that the professor must want to ask stupid questions again.

"Tell me where to stop next?"

"Our anti-entropy operation has been strictly confidential. Even if you ask me, there will be no answer."

"You don't answer?"

He went to the window, opened it suddenly, and sat on it.

"If you don't answer, I'll just jump off. I'm your transportation target. If I die, your mission will be meaningless, so tell me, where is the next stop?"

Wa Erte's forehead burst with blue veins.

"You old man, you have to reveal the riddle now, don't you? You have to spoil my fun, don't you? If the mystery is not revealed in the final chapter, this riddle will have no meaning!"

"Give - daddy - die -"

He tugged at the professor's collar and pulled him off the windowsill.

"There is no next stop, this is your destination."

He didn't say anything about the latter. After all, there are many ordinary people here. What if after listening to the plan, they go crazy and run away?

So he was angry.

The god-level performance is impossible to tell, and it is even more heartbreaking.

"You old, cowardly and stupid idiot, you absolutely don't understand the truth. Who instigated you?"

"Say it."

What answered him was a sword whistle.

The black-yellow sword came through the wooden door and charged forward with a roar.

It's not so much a sword, it's better to say that it's a guided missile, a sword that surpassed the speed of sound, and there is only a black-yellow shadow in the air. The reason why Wa Erte knew it was a sword was because the sword had been inserted into him before he could react. on the ground in front of you.

He was cut off together, and he was the right hand.

"who is it?"

Controlling Xuanyuan Sword, he could lie on the bed and slash people. Other weapons had no such effect. He stood up. This time, he couldn't say that he was just a passing chef. He couldn't reveal his identity.

He was too lazy to think.