Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The Xiaobei riot was finally suppressed by the tyrant. After the live broadcast, these media were deeply impressed by the tyrant.

As soon as he got out of the car, Ling Huang was surrounded and asked questions.

Ling Huang silently took out two slender daggers from the leggings belts on both sides of the overalls.

Gently press the mechanism, and the dagger stretches into two long and narrow swords with cold light.

With his thin lips slightly parted, Ling Huang scanned the people around him, "Get out of here."

Tyrant's AI logic is to do whatever it takes to achieve mission requirements.

Although there are algorithms for weighing damage when fighting against humans, this algorithm is still flexible.

The tyrant's prestige is well known, and the media was intimidated and backed away.

Ling Huang walked along the body to the front of the car, holding two long swords to open the way.

Ling Huang pointed his sword at anyone who dared to block the way.

Dare to force it, the tip of the sword overturned the man's equipment.

If he dared to approach again, Ling Huang raised his leg and kicked him over.

The most aggressive and excited, Ling Huang pressed the tip of his sword against his throat.

The car finally drove into the gate of the courtyard, Ling Huang turned around and swung his long sword to draw a cold light.

The bodyguard closed the door, Ling Huang sheathed his sword and followed behind the car.

Li Huan did not carry the body out of the car.

Ling Huang stood outside the car door looking at his previous body, and did not follow Li Huan into the house.

Not long after, Li Huan came out of the house and got into the car again.

"Your task is completed, should you go back and report?" Li Huan carefully carried the corpse into his arms again.

Ling Huang saw Li Huan grabbing this exquisitely carved wooden box in his hand.

"What is this?" Ling Huang pointed to the box.

"My mother's family heirloom, he brought it as a dowry when he married my father, to give to his daughter-in-law." Li Huan smiled happily, "My mother gave it to me without hesitation, let me give it to my daughter-in-law." For my love. Would you like to see it?"

Could he be impatient to share his joy with others?

Even the tyrant, an irrelevant android, wanted to show off.

Ling Huang nodded calmly.

The lid of the wooden box was gently opened by Li Huan.

Inside is a bu shake in the shape of acacia flower with tassels.

"Does it look good?" Li Huan took out the Bu Yao and asked, "Does it match my lover?"

Of course not, how can a bionic person, who is still a man, deserve such a historical but extremely gorgeous hair accessory.

He can't get it into the head at all, how can he match it?

"It's a good match." Ling Huang nodded expressionlessly, "Bu Yao is beautiful, and your lover is even more beautiful."

"Hey." Li Huan put Bu Yao on the head of the man in his arms and compared, "I knew it, I must be worthy of him."

A tear fell on the step shaker in his hand.

Another drop landed in the android's hair.

But there were only two drops, Li Huan blinked hard to hold back the tears.

She raised her head again and smiled softly, "Where do you want to return to? How about I send you back first? You have done us a favor, so I should give you some favor."

Ling Huang really wanted to get in the car, and even more wanted to throw himself into Li Huan's arms and tell him that he was not dead.

"No need." Ling Huang said, "I'll take the bus."

"Bus?" Li Huan was stunned, "The tyrant also takes the bus?"

"Can't you?" Ling Huang said.

In fact, it is a bit of a tyrant, this model doesn't have so much to say.

"Of course, I just remembered the time when I took the bus with my lover." Li Huan's smiling mouth trembled uncontrollably, "The bionic man can only stand in the back compartment, but he doesn't complain at all, I know he must I was wronged, so I stayed with him in the trunk, I..."

"I should go." Ling Huang interrupted Li Huan.

With a cold expression on his face, he lowered his eyes and did not look around, and left the courtyard with big strides. No one in the media outside dared to provoke the tyrant, so they all gave way to him.

There are many quiet paths in Regal's villa area.

Ling Huang turned into a road at random, stopped at a corner where no one was around, and pressed his forehead forward against the wall.

Soon he left the place again.

After leaving, only a small puddle of tears that has not yet dried up is left on the ground.

Back at the bionic control center set up by the authorities, Xiaobei was imprisoned there.

The task of interrogating Xiaobei was handed over to the tyrant.

When Ling Huang saw Xiaobei again, he grabbed his right hand and shook it without saying a word.

After parting, they sat across the table.

"Who did you instigate? What is the purpose?" Ling Huang asked.

"Instigated?" Xiaobei laughed, "Who can I be instructed by? I am the boss, and I have the final say on what to do!"

Ling Huang smiled coldly, "It's up to you?"

Xiaobei's latest information has been read by Ling Huang. He already knows who the mastermind behind Xiaobei is, and now he continues to interrogate just to avoid suspicion.

Even if he didn't read the information, Ling Huang believed that Xiaobei's IQ and scheming would make it impossible for him to become the leader of any organization.

Abnormal bionics have feelings and hearts, but they are not stupid, how could they obey someone like Xiaobei?

It is much easier to infer various reasons after already having the results.

Ling Huang reported the complete information of the interrogation. Now that the evidence is solid, his next task is to catch the real mastermind behind the scenes.

But this task still needs to be carefully planned. In the few days that are free, there is an intervening task. The tyrant is required to go to the bars in the few blocks where Li Huan's home is located to arrest a few thugs.

Those thugs disguised themselves as ordinary bionics, secretly developing accomplices and expanding their influence.

The task is not difficult, the only thing that Ling Huang cares about is that he must pass the road in front of Li Huan's house.

And he hasn't seen Li Huan for more than half a month, how can he resist knocking on Li Huan's door?

Disguised as an ordinary bionic person, with two daggers with traps hanging on his waist, Ling Huang was on a mission by bus.

Now the bionics are boycotted by all walks of life, and life is difficult. Even the back compartment of the bus, which is usually filled with three or five bionics, is empty.

At the stop before Li Huan's house, as soon as the car door opened, several strangely dressed young men threw rotten tomatoes into the rear compartment, and cursed: "Bionics deserve to die!"

Ling Huang avoided Rotten Tomatoes, didn't bother to argue with these people, and continued to ride.

Anyway, I still endured not getting off from the stop at Li Huan's house.

But he couldn't bear the pain in his heart when he saw Li Huan, who was already drunk, in the dark corner of the bar.

The colored lights flickered, illuminating the two lines of tears on Li Huan's face.

The small task of catching people can be released first, but he can't leave Li Huan alone.

Walking to the table, he counted the empty wine bottles on the table.

The three bottles of foreign wine with high alcohol content have bottomed out.

Even a person with a good capacity for this kind of wine will be drunk to the ground after one bottle.

"Who is it..." Li Huan squinted his eyes with his hands on his forehead, stared at Ling Huang for a few seconds, and recognized him, "Tyrant? You also like going to bars, hahaha..."

As he spoke, he opened the fourth bottle of wine without mixing anything, and poured the amber liquid into his mouth.

"Stop drinking." Ling Huang grabbed the bottle and pulled it over, "You drink too much."

"Give it back to me!" Li Huan swayed and got up to grab it.

Ling Huang put the wine bottle on the small sofa behind him, grabbed Li Huan's wrists with both hands, "I tell you not to drink, drinking so much wine will ruin your stomach!"

Li Huanzui is not light, with a tall body of 188, Ling Huang can control him without much effort, which has nothing to do with the power of the tyrant.

He could feel that Li Huan was very weak.

How has he spent the past half a month?