Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Unknowingly, not only the raiders surrounded the training room, but also many agents of the National Security Bureau.It is well known that Bones can fight, and everyone is eager to see how this legendary figure who is said to have walked half of the Raiders team in New York compares with Bones.

The battle with Bones ended without any suspense. Unnamed himself doesn't think such a record is worth boasting about.Apparently some onlookers were in awe of his skill.

The agent sent by the Director of National Security to pick him up finally found the training room when they started fighting. This female agent who is also one of the best fighters in S.H.I.E.L.D. I am very interested in the way of fighting.

She is actually a person who treats people distantly, so when Bones saw her talking to Anonymous, and she still praised her, she felt that she was treated differently.

Anyway, it's my colleague for so many years. Although I am an undercover agent, the female agent doesn't know!Why is there no such treatment?

"The battle just now was exciting." The female agent was eager to compete with Unknown, but at least she hadn't forgotten the mission. "I am the agent assigned by the Director of National Security to take you home."

"Thank you so much," Unnamed turned to look at the mercenary hesitantly, "Wade? You—"

"Brother, I'm going to kill a few villains, and then get a bounty. Don't you come together, sweetheart? You'll get half of the reward!" .

Unnamed but not in the category of "everyone", he seriously considered the mercenary's offer.

But the past few days were really tiring, besides being knocked down by that horrible woman with anesthesia, and comatose due to the effect of the poison circle, Anonymous didn't sleep at all.He felt that his reflexes were a little slow.

There's never been such a concern in the game before, but resting is clearly important now.

"Maybe next time, Wade," he declined. "I'm a little tired."

Now, the look in the eyes of everyone in the National Security Bureau changed from "Wow, this guy fights so well" to "Could this be a lunatic who is similar to a mercenary?"Anonymous was amazed that they could express such detailed expressions on their faces, and what was even more weird was that he understood the meaning of these expressions without hindrance.

The mercenary's farewell method was destined to be unusual. He chose to break the glass, put all his weapons in bags and threw them out of the window. He also jumped out and hit the ground directly from the upper floors.Without any protection, his spine was apparently broken and there was a large pool of blood on the ground.

A few minutes later, he got up in an awkward posture, left an apology to the cleaners crookedly on the ground with his own blood, and then limped away, holding his waist, with a kind of pain all over his body. The bleak atmosphere of "Grandpa the mercenary needs help".

After such a small episode as a mercenary, the female agent of the National Security Bureau chose to take the unnamed home directly. At first, the escort mission was considered simple, but now it is not that simple.First of all, Anonymous may not need to escort himself at all, and besides, this is also a troublemaker, comparable to a mercenary.

Fortunately, nothing happened on the way, and the two of them remained silent all the way.When he entered the gate of the apartment community anonymously, he thanked the agent repeatedly and declined the agent's wish to send him home.In fact, he didn't feel that he needed someone to send him off.

It's just that I lost the captain's motorcycle, so I feel guilty.When confronting the captain at the National Security Bureau just now, Anonymous did not think too much about this issue, probably because the captain was more like "assault captain" than "Stephen Roger".

As soon as he walked into the apartment building, Anonymous remembered this incident belatedly, and was full of guilt towards his neighbors.

He walked into the elevator thinking about something, glanced around habitually, and saw a figure in the corner of the elevator, and he was about to pull out the frying pan almost instantly.Of course, Jean stopped his behavior in time.

This girl, who was at most as tall as Anonymous squatted down, was the resident downstairs.Unnamed once saw her from a distance, and she was a very lively child with her mother.

"Hi, I remember you, you are the big brother who lives upstairs!" the girl greeted happily, "I'm Triss."

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Unknown." Unknown tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible.The elevator goes up very slowly, which probably has something to do with the old age of the apartment building.He didn't like this kind of confined space with nowhere to escape and no cover.

"Brother Unnamed." Triss stared curiously at the pot behind Unnamed, "Why are you carrying a frying pan?"

"Because it's... convenient to cook." Unnamed remembered the disbelief of the agents of the National Security Bureau, and picked a reason that was still absurd, but it would not scare the children and said nonsense.

"I want to marry Unnamed brother!" The little girl became excited for a moment, Unnamed didn't even know what she said, which could cause the girl such a sudden emotional change.

"why?"

"The unnamed brother is handsome and can cook. My mother said that this is the ideal partner. I will definitely marry the unnamed brother when I grow up!" Triss spoke very fast, her eyes filled with excitement. Childlike innocence is a matter of course.

Before Anonymous had time to correct her thoughts, the elevator reached the floor where Triss lived. The girl turned around and stuffed the box in his hand, made a grimace, and kicked and kicked out of the elevator.

"I made the biscuits myself, and I gave them to you! If you have time, come to my house as a guest!" Before the elevator doors slowly closed, Triss hurriedly shouted to Anonymous.

He was holding the box of biscuits at a loss, standing in the middle of the elevator, with a well-hidden penis on his back waist, which didn't fit this kind of home image.Fortunately, he didn't have much time to think about it.

In the evening, he changed his clothes, put his hand/gun flat on the table within reach, and stared at the biscuit box as if he was facing an enemy.In retrospect, he hadn't tried the little treat yet.

Anonymous carefully opened the lid of the box. These chocolate biscuits are not perfect. They can be seen to be the handwriting of a seven or eight-year-old girl, and the shape is not regular.A few had extra chocolate on them, and others looked like frosted biscuits with no icing on them.

It is particularly sweet and greasy, obviously the sugar has been added too much, and it is not very crispy.

But Weiwei silently swallowed the small mouthful of biscuits, not wanting to drink water at all.

His thoughts drifted back to Triss's childish words in the elevator just now.Of course he didn't care about the declaration about the "Tracey is going to marry him" part, it was just a child's impulsive words, and it would pass quickly.

But it was that moment of shock that led him to think about the future.

He is no longer a killing machine reincarnated in the game, he can have his own life, and there is no need to fill his entire life with fighting, gunpowder and blood.

"Lover" is a distant concept. When thinking of this vague and untouchable concept, the first thing that pops up in Unnamed's mind is actually a mercenary in a funny uniform.Apart from being a "teammate", the mercenary seemed to represent something else in Unnamed's mind.

so tangled.Don't think about it if you don't understand it.

Unnamed took another bite of the biscuit, sweetly wrinkling his whole face, successfully forgetting about a certain vague figure.

He sat on the edge of the table for a long time, reading the book that Anton kindly provided—it was a philosophical work, and at first glance it was not something Anton himself would like to read, probably Weiss randomly picked it to fill the bookshelf.

After reading for a long time under the dim light, my eyes are a little tired.

Unnamed rubbed his eyes, suddenly something white flashed past the corner of his eyes.He picked up the pistol/gun, pointed it in that direction, and almost pulled the trigger with his index finger.It wasn't until his eyes refocused that Anonymous saw a line of familiar words.

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

Unknown suddenly felt very tired, another three days passed, and the game continued.He decided to choose a different way to run poison this time.

It's not interesting to be alone, but it's interesting to drag others to run poison together.Unknown After thinking about it, he chose a perfect person who can be both a driver and a bodyguard, and can also chat and eat with him, and dialed his number.

"Wade, do you want to go downtown tomorrow?"

The mercenary didn't seem to be in his own home. It was very quiet around him, and he heard the sound of something hitting the ground - suspiciously like a corpse - and there was a slight echo, and it could be heard that the space was large and empty.Unknown suddenly remembered that Wade said that he was going to kill a lot of people, obviously he was not joking.

When he was hesitating whether to call back later, the mercenary responded loudly indifferently.

"This is a date invitation! I'm going to faint, my god nosebleed, let me see if there are any good hotels around: the best is a love hotel! Sweetheart, what do you want to play? Then we can watch movies together, brother There are a lot of seeds, are there any in the computer, do you know what brother means?"

Before the mercenary listed the unhealthy thoughts in his mind one by one, Unnamed sighed:

"good."

The mercenary immediately shut his mouth, forcibly restraining the urge to run the train with his mouth full.

"Then...then see you tomorrow? Theoretically, twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is tomorrow!" He asked in a false shrill voice, like a girl in Huaichun.

"No, Wade, meet me downstairs in my apartment at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Unknown had already gotten used to his occasional seizures, and was extremely calm.

"Okay! Brother must be there, must be early!"

"See you later." Unnamed wisely interrupted the mercenary's next rant.

"See you!!!"

Before hanging up the phone, Unknown vaguely heard the hysterical laughter of the mercenary on the other end, interspersed with various gunshots and screams, and slightly doubted whether his invitation was too sudden.

It feels so much better to have someone by my side.This is just like the previous double row or four row. It is always more reassuring to have teammates, even if it is just for talking.

He put down his books to wash up, and hadn't, and couldn't have noticed, a small bump on the back of the desk, which could easily be mistaken for a small blemish in carpentry if he didn't duck under the desk like a madman and look up.

And this small listening device disguised as wood is faithfully conveying all the words he said back to a secret base of the Nine Evil Organization in New York.

The National Security Bureau would never have imagined that the enemy who thought it had been completely wiped out would actually flourish right under their noses. The experimental facilities and research benefits might be higher than those of the National Security Bureau headquarters.

Ugly-looking Dr. You Tui receives all the information from the outside world, and at the same time conducts biological genetic experiments.Of course, this is the benefit of being an artificial intelligence.Dr. You Tui used the self-developed consciousness transfer technique to transfer his consciousness to a computer a long time ago, and was able to survive from World War II to the present.

For decades, he has been loyal to the evil organization, and he wholeheartedly wants to replace the leader Red Bald with a body worthy of a great leader, especially after Red Bald was defeated by the commando captain last time and his body has been declining.

"Master Red Bald," he reported to the leader sitting on the side in real time, "the backup body and the undead mercenary are very close, and they agreed to go to New York City together tomorrow."

"There will be a chance," the red bald man turned his gaze to the right, and when he was stared at by the red bald man, even a machine could feel the bone-chilling coldness, Dr. Right could not help lowering his head to avoid the adult's gaze.The sight like a poisonous snake further sets off the red bald head's appearance which is almost the same as that of Satan in mythology.

He seemed to want to say something, but the preset notification sound from the freezer sounded behind him.

Now his physical condition does not allow him to keep moving for a long time, and he has to spend at least twenty hours in the freezer every day.

"Wait until I get out," the bald man stared at the glass wall of the freezer, gnashing his teeth when he thought of the humiliating defeat, "kill them all."

Dr. You Tui felt that even though he was an artificial intelligence, he could theoretically not feel this emotion called embarrassment, but the fact was that he felt that the great leader, Mr. Red Bald, was sick, and he was still very sick.

This is a terrible mental illness, it is called the second disease.

Of course, Mr. Red Bald is perfect. If Mr. Red Bald is sick, he must spread the disease to everyone in the world, Dr. Right Pushed thought frantically, even the electric circuit made a tinkling sound, which shows that he How exciting.

Let's selectively ignore the bald head - the symbol of the Lord Red Bald's supremacy.Even artificial intelligence doesn't want to be bald.