Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Lyle: "You you you me me-"

"I wanted to say it before." Yuri's car door has basically been scrapped, and the self-driving suspension car is rushing towards the exit in the garage according to the established route, while he himself is bending over to find parts and assemble them from various places An assault rifle, as for the small pistol before, it has run out of energy and is now thrown on the back seat of the car-Lyle's butt is at least half a meter away from it, and he would rather rub against the car door than get close to the weapon , "If you have the time to talk, what you should do has already been done."

"You still dare to say me?" Lyle said incredulously, "Isn't this group of people coming for you?"

"..."

Rao Yuri, who has been seriously assembling weapons and trying to escape from the garage, couldn't help being stunned at this moment, "Why do you think so?"

Of course because you are a dark world killer!

Or mercenaries!

In short, they are vicious people who rely on harvesting human lives to gain profits!

Thinking of this, Lyle hesitated again: If I point out his identity now, will Yuri turn around and shoot me?

"No nothing nothing..."

Yuri was also in no mood to pay attention to his colleagues.As a real human being who is not afraid of death, he caught a glimpse of the current time displayed on the dial of the floating car from the corner of the fire, and yawned involuntarily.

**

"You arrived home 34 minutes later than I expected. What happened?"

When Yuri opened the door with the key in his left hand and walked into the living room, Williams sat at the dining table shrouded in orange lights, holding a cup of steaming cocoa milk in his hand, and placed a cup opposite the bionic man.

"It's hard to say." Yuri replied briefly.His right arm was injured a little, really only a little so that he hasn't recovered yet, in order to avoid tearing the wound, he can only use one hand to take off his clothes, "After I dealt with the group of dangerous elements and called the police, Send my colleague to his home."

"Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." William commented noncommittally, "Do you need to bandage?"

"Just let it dry...why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

"I'm planning to go." The bionic man shrugged. "Erica is back tonight. You missed the welcome party and birthday party held by Azathoth for her."

"Why," Yuri was taken aback, "Didn't she go back to her hometown to study for a Ph. D?"

"How long has it been since you watched the news?" Williams looked at him condemningly, "The Federal Delgo Mathematics Award was awarded today, although it is only an award for young scholars, Erica is the youngest record-breaking winner so far Or, she came back to receive an award."

"Really." Yuri barely held his battering eyelids, "I don't know much about mathematics."

"Then I guess you don't know that today is Azathoth's birthday." Williams looked at him thoughtfully, "Or it's the wedding anniversary of Azathoth and Igor—he alone On the other hand, they regarded this day as their own birthday. They held a low-key small birthday party at a place next to Ma'anbao that specializes in contracting state banquets, and most of the police force in this area was transferred to protect the consul."

"I know this, and I have prepared a gift." Yuri said awkwardly, "But I asked specifically... He said that if I don't want to go, I don't have to go."

In fact, Azathoth was almost envious.

He doesn't want to go either, okay?Wouldn't it be nice to celebrate it with the two of you at home?

But life, in short, when you decide to sacrifice something, not only will you not gain anything, but you will lose more.

Azathoth understood this deeply.

Fortunately, his social phobia has improved slightly over the years, and human beings with strong willpower are not so resistant to confronting his human appearance. Therefore, in some occasions that promote communication, reduce unnecessary misunderstandings, and maintain a relatively balanced state of peace, Then he can appear on the stage openly, as the leader of an unspeakable force to conduct negotiations and transactions.

Although Azathoth himself feels more like a mascot.

The main job is Igor, Igor's subordinates, and some devout believers of Azathoth (how did it appear? The god himself also finds it strange) are responsible for negotiating, and Azathoth is only responsible for standing there, which is enough Many opponents did not dare to act rashly and even trembled with fear.

Possibly the biggest question plaguing the god of late is how to stop overly devoted zealots from trying to please him by kneeling and kissing his robes and offering worthless wealth of jewels or sacrifices of cattle and sheep.

I'm very happy if you stay honestly, really.

Sometimes Azathoth couldn't help but want to express the complaints in his heart.

Williams smiled at Yuri without saying a word.

This may be the only believer who really abides by the oracle of 'Don't bother me if you have nothing to do'.

You are indeed my apprentice.

**

The next morning, because it was a rest day, Yuri slept until the sun was high before opening his eyes.

The moment he picked up the mobile terminal beside the bed, he saw dozens of text messages sent to him by Wendy Sullivan: "Are you up? Are you up? Are you up..."

Yuri had a headache for a while, because he was already very familiar with Wendy, so he didn't deliberately get up to clean up, and just lay down and sent the other party a voice communication invitation.

Seconds.

Wendy's energetic voice came from beside his ears, and Yuri, who felt he was middle-aged and elderly, subconsciously dodged aside: "Have you read the headlines? I guess you haven't!"

Then your guess is a bit more accurate than Teacher William... Yuri snorted through his nose and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"Haven't woken up yet? You and William... er, forget it." Wendy said, "You know, didn't I go to Nixon's newspaper for an internship these two days?"

"Didn't you go to the anti-terrorist unit?" Yuri sat up all of a sudden, "How can I remember that Igor quarreled with you because of this matter a while ago, although he finally compromised."

"It was more than half a year ago, buddy." Wendy complained, "I always feel that your sense of time has stagnated with your **** aging. I ran with the army for half a year because I wanted to rely on myself Now that the bone has been taken out of my body, Hugo also ordered a metal bone for me to connect nerve signals, isn’t it normal to realize self-worth?”

"There is not necessarily only one way to realize self-worth." Yuri calmly pointed out, "Although the Lord God will not let you encounter serious accidents, under the condition that He promises not to actively interfere with the overall development of human beings and the safety of individual individuals, It's normal for Igor to worry about you."

"Although I have always believed that the so-called inactivity refers to whether he wants to take care of it or not..." Wendy scratched her head, even though Yuri couldn't see it, "but I think what you said is also reasonable, so yesterday I talked with you My brother said to go to Nixon for an internship temporarily and try not to go to dangerous places."

"Igor may be worried that you will encounter the same thing as ten years ago." Yuri comforted, "Maybe sometimes it seems too concerned, but I believe you can understand."

"Yes." Wendy, who has reached the age...at least she seemed to be, nodded sadly, "I'm sorry for making him worry about me, and I hope time will slowly heal the scars of the past."

"It's definitely possible." Yuri thought for a while and asked, "I suddenly remembered, what did you want to tell me just now?"

"Oh!" Wendy suddenly realized, "Newspaper! Today's headline! Did you take the Rossetti family's youngest son for a drag race last night?"

"……what?"

"Lyle Rossetti." Wendy smiled, turning a pen in one hand and a communicator in the other, "The youngest son of a rising noble family in the capital, who is about to marry an Omega, is so young because he is favored by his parents. He is worth billions of dollars, but I heard that his grandfather didn’t want him to be a salted fish that can only eat his laurels, so he forged his identity and stuffed him into university, and after graduation, he went to your clinic to find a job as an intern.” ?

"Ah." Yuri's eyes widened a little, "It's him, I said why I never heard him mention his last name."

"So what do you think of him?"

Yuri whispered ambiguously: "I don't like to talk about other people's rights and wrongs."

"That's not easy to get along with." Wendy rubbed her chin, "What happened to you last night has been published in the newspapers. In the beginning, a gossip tabloid compiled a pink fake news, but because of Lyle Rossetti's identity It’s so explosive that even our newspaper has people staring at it now.”

Yuri rubbed his temples: "I remember I called the police."

"Yes." Wendy said, "Everyone knows that you are just an unlucky bastard passing by by chance, but some people want to make up some other plots. I don't know how the Rossetti family will respond. I just came here early. Just to remind you."

**

"He must be a liar—a criminal—a devil—should go to jail!" Lyall circled the room agitatedly, "Dad! Why can't we let the police arrest him!"

"Because there is no evidence." His father Adams, an elderly but well-maintained alpha male, didn't care much about his youngest son's appeal.Although he really dotes on Lyall, how credible is the words of a fragile Omega who can't figure out anything in a crisis situation? "Are you sure you saw him take out the control weapon with your own eyes?"

"Don't you know that I like firearms?" Although it's just Mr. Ye and his dragon, "I can clearly tell you the model of the high-energy gun in his hand! It's definitely not something ordinary people can get!"

"Okay." He was still skeptical, but Adams saw that a bunch of tabloids on the Star Network used the name of 'Lyle Rossetti' to write some disgusting plots, such as arranging his youngest son Lyle. When I fell in love with a real hourly worker or a criminal who ran out of some savage area, the man was still furious, "Don't worry, dear, you need to rest now. I'll ask my old friends, today I'll let you know the results of the investigation this afternoon."