Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

After Anonymous left the hospital, he received a call from Anton Jinhong, asking him to rush to the Raiders Building as soon as possible.

It seemed that I was in a hurry, so Anonymous chose to run east from Brooklyn to Manhattan on foot.

Until the National Security Bureau agent who watched him next to him couldn't stand it anymore and took him to the Assaulter Building on the way.Anonymous said thank you obediently, and said that you can follow up casually, but pay attention to changing shifts in time at night, and go to bed early, like last night at [-] o'clock, it is a bit too late.

In response, the agents slammed on the door of the car, saying that the car can't be opened, you can go away.

I only know that the top floor of this Raider Building is where the professional research room and the Raiders live, and the bottom is where Anton Industrial works.This is probably the safest and most unsafe working environment in the world. Superheroes are stationed all year round, but it is also an ideal place for villains to wreak havoc.

He doesn't have the slightest sense of being a villain, which probably has something to do with the Mr. Anton in front of him.Anton seems to have completely forgotten that Anonymous was still turning in and out of his glass window a few days ago, shooting everywhere, and his whole person was filled with a kind atmosphere.

They went all the way to the research room on the upper floor. Dr. Lulu had been waiting for a while. The good old man smiled at Anonymous very friendly. The latter blinked, not quite understanding what he was doing here.

"We're going to give you a complete physical examination," Anton explained, "Dr. Lulu is an expert in biotechnology."

This is probably Anton's awkward method of gratitude. Anonymous realized that most of the physical examinations were related to biological toxins that had not been identified before.He immediately became interested: if he can not fear the poison circle, then the rules of the game will lose all binding force on him.

He no longer wanted to wait anxiously for another prompt in white text to pop up in front of him.

"Thank you so much." Unnamed rolled his eyes, but didn't understand Anton's implication.

Then, according to Dr. Green's request, he underwent various measurements with weird instruments, and even had three tubes of blood drawn, and received a pack of dried blueberries that Anton sympathized with.Do blueberries nourish blood?

While waiting for the results from the instrument, Unknown finally had time to sit down with the two scientists and have a peaceful chat.

"How's work?" Naturally, Anton first asked about the unnamed episode in the hospital, his face full of expressions of "I'm not going to praise the great Anton Jinhong".Unknown once again marveled at the complexity of the micro-expressions that human faces can make. When I was in the game before, I didn't notice that human expressions can express such precise and detailed meanings.

"Very well," he replied graciously, "and I've met a new friend."

Dr. Lulu suddenly felt that Anton and himself were like parents waiting for their children to come home from school on the first day. Anonymous is a typical good child, reporting the situation of the day.

"Is it a pretty little nurse?"

Anton's next question broke this innocent and beautiful association. Dr. Lulu felt that his whole body was a little green, and he still had the urge to explode his clothes: Obviously he is no longer a child, but there is always a kind of bad Anton belt. The sense of sight of running a small pot friend.

"No, it's a patient. I took him for a walk in the garden and chatted for a while." The anonymous smile said, "Anton, do you like to be friends with the beautiful nurse?"

"Cough, that, that's not there." Anton shook his head against his will, especially when he saw Dr. Lulu's clenched fist and the blue veins on his forehead, he quickly denied, "What is the name of the patient you know—"

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the instrument completing the analysis, and the attention of the three of them was completely turned away.

The inspection failed to confirm anything, the unknown is still the unknown, Dr. Green was a little frustrated, and Anton was completely helpless. Biological toxins are not a joke, and Anonymous may die due to the toxin outbreak at any time.

For a while, in the laboratory, only an unnamed person looked normal.He had long expected that the rules of the game would not be so easy to crack. Although he was still a little disappointed, he never had absolute hope like the duo who fully believed in science, so he didn't feel any sense of loss at all.

"No matter what, thank you very much. Dr. Lulu, you have worked hard."

"You can just call me Bruce." Dr. Lulu friendly reiterated the Christian name he proposed when we met in the first day of junior high school. Except for his companions, he rarely saw anyone who could maintain a calm attitude in the face of such a threat to his life. So willing to show more kindness.For some unknown reason, Unregistered accepted the name of Jin Hong as Anton without any hindrance, but did not change the name of himself for a long time.

If he asks this out, he will be able to see Unnamed's terrible intuition: Unnamed can feel that among all people, Bruce Lulu is the most powerful and uncontrollable, so that kind of hidden defense and fear makes Unnamed Choose a distant honorific name for the registration.

"Okay, Bruce." This time, Anonymous accepted the friendly gesture naturally, "Anton, even if you like to be friends with the pretty nurse, I won't tell the secretary, please Do not worry."

At this moment, Anton Jinhong's brainwaves were synchronized with those of the unnamed agents who watched him: He looks so good, why do you want to hit him so much?

As for Dr. Bruce Green?

His face was a little green.And wanted to kick Anton up and beat him a lot.

Unnamed declined the dinner invitation of the two, and drove back to the apartment in a car funded by Anton.Unsurprisingly, as soon as the door was opened, there was a mercenary in front of him, slumped on the sofa in the attitude of a master.

The curtains were drawn, probably to hide the fact that the mercenaries were here.

"Hey, brother's sweetheart! Why do you smell like disinfectant water? Could it be that Xiaolu finally couldn't bear to dissect you!" As soon as the mercenary saw the unregistered name, he changed from a salted fish to a lively salted fish. Jumping up from the sofa, his mouth was like a machine gun, "No, if you were dissected, would you still be alive? Then it would not be dissected--sorry brother, the dividing line between life and death is a bit blurred."

"It's just a physical examination." Unnamed sat next to the mercenary, and sank into the sofa with him, watching a football game that wasn't interesting at all.

Rarely, the mercenary didn't speak out loud, just kept muttering under his breath about how stupid and unskillful these rugby players were.After a long time, when the unnamed eyelids were about to start fighting, the mercenary suddenly muttered a sentence:

"Hey, they're still suspicious of you."

"Well, I know." Anonymous replied quietly.

The two of them are still watching TV together, one side has basically won the game by a one-sided advantage, and now only the loser is lingering, trying to lose so ugly.

Anonymous stared at the TV, and it took a while to realize what the white cue in his vision was.He panicked for a moment, turned his head to find the mercenary almost subconsciously, controlled himself before turning his head, and took a deep breath to calm his mind.

From the mercenary's point of view, Anonymous suddenly stopped moving at a certain point.

"What are you looking at? Are you just as demented as my brother?" The mercenary curiously approached Unregistered, and looked towards where his gaze was pointing, but found nothing.

"It's nothing, I just might have to borrow the captain's motorcycle tomorrow." Unregistered came back to his senses and said with a smile.

There is still time before the game starts, 12:00:00.

"If you have to, don't laugh. Laughing is uglier than crying. I'm afraid that my precious, unique (or unique?) regenerated ears will be blinded by you." The mercenary stared at him for a while, commented.He activated the teleportation belt and disappeared, leaving no trace as when he came.

Unknown walked to the window, opened the curtain, and saw that the street was deserted and deserted, and the shadow of the trash can was stretched long by the street lamps.He stared at the warm yellow halo for a long time, pursed his lips, and closed the curtain again, preparing to change clothes and go to sleep.

"Sleep at [-] o'clock, is he a veteran cadre?" The private detective with a camera, a very capable and scary woman, at this moment has forgotten the trauma left by Zizi, who is not cute at all, and said without any tension. Tucao Road.

She was once controlled by Zizi and committed crimes that she would never forgive herself. Due to a coincidental car accident a few months ago, taking advantage of Zizi's serious injury, she managed to escape from his control, but she also suffered great psychological trauma. , suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Therefore, she became more vigilant. A few days ago, she accidentally discovered that someone was following her. After many investigations, she actually tracked down the head of the terrifying Zizi who she thought was dead.From the hospital list, he found this suspicious newcomer again.

After learning that he was in contact with Zizi, the scary woman raised her vigilance to the highest level.Zizi is a smart person, he knows how to control everything around him, including this man of unknown origin, who has no record in any computer system, and who calls himself "unnamed".

Although this person seems to be not weak in fighting power, but also very dangerous, but his life style is unexpectedly Buddhist, and he has not found that Zizi has given him any special orders.The scary woman has been squatting outside his apartment building since seven o'clock, and hasn't collected any useful information. Maybe she should start with him all day tomorrow morning.

"That... won't his conscience ache?" The companion quietly asked the scary woman who was taking pictures frantically.

The "he" here specifically refers to Zizi, and the two of them expressed contempt and strongly condemned him for choosing to control such a well-behaved person.

"It just goes to show that his conscience can't breathe." Terrible Woman sums it up perfectly for gay purple master of brain manipulation.