[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

Chapter 143 The Beautiful Legend of Sicily

It turns out that

There is absolutely no problem with the business capability of the system.

Hu Erdao thought regretfully that apart from the fact that the system is easily incited by his future self to do things that he cannot bear, the professional ethics and operational ability of the system itself are still good.

"That kind of frizzy system that can't even find the function entrance? Of course there is." The system was surprised, as if wondering why Hu Erdao would ask such a question, "Most of them are novice systems, I have tested them Of course, the gold medal system cannot be compared."

There was a soft smile in his words, "Erdao, have you finally discovered my professionalism?"

If it weren't for the basic professionalism to keep him, the system would have wanted to go back to StarCraft countless times.

Hu Erdao...

Hu Erdao, um, I want to know what happened to the hosts of that small part of the system.

Such a waste system, can it still perform tasks independently?

"En." The system said, implying, "Of course it's possible, because the host's ability is very good."

——The implication is that a host like Hu Erdao who often asks the system to do this and that is also a waste in the eyes of the system.

Hu Erdao looked away, pretending not to understand, just kidding, if you have a tool, you don't have to use it yourself. In Hu Erdao's eyes, it is also an extremely stupid behavior, okay?

"This is the first use of the world backtracking function. It is the same as your original world. I will not interfere with what you do, and I will also provide appropriate help." The system said, with a straight look, "When it is time to leave, I will Notified you."

"Oh." Hu Erdao narrowed his eyes.

Thinking of what happened in the first world, the anger at keeping silent to the system at that time seemed to be still vivid in his memory, Hu Erdao hooked the corners of his lips, and couldn't remember that he had such a moment.

After so many worlds, he has already embarked on a completely different life journey from Senator Erdao. Although they are still the same person, some things, which cannot be denied, have changed.

like-

Hu Erdao glanced at the slate of the consciousness body that was safely staying in the system space and absorbing the energy generated by the system across time and space, and...

Several floating bodies stored in the frozen space.

Some of them are spare replacement bodies temporarily made by the system, and some... are the variables he took away from those worlds.

In the frozen space, people do not feel the existence of time.

Therefore, Hu Erdao can calmly think about where they live.

"Arnold (Alaudi)."

Black and gray long windbreaker, white collared shirt pressed under a black bow tie, slender white fingers, light blond hair, light blue sky-like eyes, obviously a very outstanding appearance, but the young man has been Walking around did not attract any extra attention from anyone.

"Let's go."

The good memory of intelligence work has long allowed Arnold to remember the appearance of this young man transferred from the French intelligence branch. With just one glance, Arnold confirmed the candidate and said lightly.

At a young age, he is already the chief of the Secret Intelligence Bureau stationed in Italy, and his subordinates command secret intelligence agents from Germany or other countries that are also affiliated to Germany throughout Italy. The young man code-named "Arnold-Skylark" is obviously not a simple one. people.

Walking through the clothes hem, Hu Erdao caught a glimpse of the chief gentleman wearing a pair of silver handcuffs behind his waist.

Code of Conduct for Secret Agents:

One, don't think of yourself as a secret agent.

Two, completely get the idea of ​​being a secret agent out of your head.

Three, if you can’t do the above two, don’t be a secret intelligence agent.

The roads I walked became more and more remote and desolate, and there were no pedestrians in this area.

If he hadn't known that the person walking in front was the chief of the Secret Intelligence Bureau with superb means, Hu Erdao would probably have thought that the person in front of him was trying to lure him to a place where there was no one to silence him.

Because—the place where Arnold finally stopped was—

A cemetery, a memorial cemetery.

Arriving here, the young man with light blond hair turned around and walked towards the nearby woods.

There was an abandoned log cabin in the woods not far from the cemetery, but Arnold did not pull the door of the log cabin. Instead, he knelt down by the wall outside the log cabin, and opened the cellar door-like gate that was covered in moist soil under the pile of fallen leaves. Insert the key.

"Follow." After the indifferent sentence, it was Arnold who did not hesitate to jump from the square gate that only allowed one person to pass through. He couldn't see anything down, but it was pitch black.

"Deng." Only relying on physical fitness to reduce the buffer force and landed lightly, before Hu Erdao had time to check his surroundings, he heard a few sounds of mechanical rotation, and after a slight sound, the gate closed again.

"Click."

There was the sound of the tooth buckle being turned in the darkness.

—It was the sound of the gas lights being turned on.

As if surrounded by the backlog of light from the invisible darkness, a gas lamp appeared in Arnold's hand at some point.

His expression did not change, and he walked forward along one of the passages, and the light had become a direction guide.

On the other side of the ocean, Chaoli Yuyue, who accompanied the embassy to visit European countries in the hope of learning experience and reforming the country, also embarked on his journey. The melodious sound of the flute sounded on the sea at dusk, and then... drifted.

"Giotto, what on earth are you thinking, that mushroom." On the way back to the Vengley Manor in the carriage, G leaned on the back of the carriage and looked at him puzzled.

Very vividly described, thinking of Damon Spedo's hairstyle, Giotto bent the corners of his mouth, and soon returned to normal.

"G, don't worry." Giotto crossed his fingers against his chin, "More members doesn't mean more strength...Of course I know that."

Sometimes internal division is more likely to lead to demise.

"Do you think Dimon is out of control?"

"That's not true," G curled his lips, and said unhappily, "We need help now, and that mushroom can help us no matter whether it is political resources or economic strength, I know."

"But I looked, Giotto, don't you feel that way? He's not the same as us."

"No, G," Giotto patted G's shoulder, smiled reassuringly, "don't you believe me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" G pretended to be impatient, turning his head slightly.For so many years of friendship between him and Giotto, there is no need to mention any "trust" between the two.

Because, G has always believed in and obeyed Giotto unconditionally.

"Speaking of which, G, do you remember Simon?"

"Didn't he hide in the civilian area before?"

Or.

slums.

Because the risk in the civilian area is still too great, and it is still a slum mixed with fish and dragons—the poorer streets and alleys in the civilian area are safer for him.

Simon Cozart has done a lot of things secretly. On the one hand, he is tracking down the black hands who destroyed the town where he grew up, and on the other hand, he is also avoiding debt collectors.

The whole town was destroyed, and the debts borrowed by the townspeople could not be repaid. As the last surviving orphan, all debt collectors were after him.

There is no need for justice at all.

Because the debt borrowing procedure is formal, but the reason why such a debt is signed is artificial.

No one wants to take on debt with such a high interest rate if they can.

But without debt, you cannot survive.

If you can't survive this winter, what about next year's autumn harvest?

The debt collectors who have the debts in their hands have piled up the debts of this young boy's family to an extremely high level.

Originally, the debtors basically repaid the debts of the previous year throughout the year. How could a small rich family not be used to planting children at all, how could it be possible to bear such a burden.

Therefore, he can only escape.

It was also during this process that Giotto and G met him.

The author has something to say: Well, now everyone knows that the shortcut Hu Erdao likes to take is——

Be a subordinate.

……Kidding.

The world doesn't do that, why... :)

The Meiji Restoration of Japan: 1868.

It should be the same as China's reform and opening up. Before the reform, it will go to various developed countries to learn experience.

In 1977 alone, China sent hundreds of missions to developing or developed countries in the world, and the number even reached more than [-], many of whom were top leaders of the country.

Then these people return to China, and then think about reform and opening up.

Well, what I wrote is not a fan, but an alternate historical novel (狗头

By the way, I don’t understand why the previous antiques would set the age of the first generation of self-defense groups and families so young. Teenagers are too unreal...Twenties to 30s are the most revolutionary ages. Good age, look at our own group of seniors.

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