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It was seven o'clock in the afternoon when Tazito returned to the room that Giovanna had arranged for him.

His room is not bad, there is a kitchen, Danny is wearing a white lace apron, and he is frying steak very seriously.Tazito sat on the sofa in the living room, his right leg crossed over his knee, looking sinister in thought.

The first priority now is to determine two things, what the plan is.Who is the main messenger behind it.

He was going to hit a straight ball—just ask Giovanna.He asked Giovanna for an evening drink, two hours later.In his capacity, it would be unnatural for him to join the group without asking about the specific plan.He was the kind of person who always wanted to be in control, to keep himself safe, and to make a profit.

Now he has to think about how to deal with that old fox of Giovanna and let her obediently recruit everything.He habitually took out the cigarette in his mouth, fumbled in every pocket with his right hand, and finally cursed - there was no lighter.

"Danny!" he yelled.

Danny came in with small steps, complaining that he would miss the best moment for the steak to turn over, and after lighting his cigarette, he went back to the kitchen.

There was also an incident at dinner.

Tazito sighed resignedly as he sliced ​​up the steak—and found it difficult.

"I knew it," Danny said quietly, "I didn't cook as good as Mr. Eleven. And I think I've warned you that smoking affects your appetite... Forget it, who would take a housekeeping robot to heart. "

Tazito: "I haven't said anything yet. What's going on, Danny, what show did you get that Desperate Housewives tone from?"

Danny said unhappily: "Okay, now you're starting to think I'm long-winded again, I think it's better for me not to talk. It seems that I did something wrong while watching a TV series. I didn't have time to cook, or I missed it. You have a strand of hair!"

Tazito wanted to punch his effeminately pretty face and knock his normal Danny back.In the end, he decided to take advantage of the authority of his master's spouse to cancel his right to watch TV dramas—recently Danny's hobby is all kinds of trivial family dramas—and never open it.There was a cruel light in his eyes, Boss Hei was so cruel and decisive in dealing with things.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Tazito came to the open-air bar on the top floor of Giovanna's office building.About 2 minutes later, Giovanna also came.Wearing a silver sling dress, followed by the tall young bodyguard.

Everyone withdrew, and the bodyguard stood behind the bar without saying a word, acting as the bartender.Giovanna sat down at the bar and ordered a sweet and spicy gin with two slices of citrus.Tazito asked for the same.The bodyguard began to mix drinks extremely skillfully.The fingers are nimble, and it is the hand that often uses the gun.

"He's not bad, he can do everything." Tazito glanced at the bodyguard, trying to start a light conversation.

"Even I haven't tasted him, don't even think about it." Giovanna said jokingly, "I'm stingy with Gulen."

Before Tazito could react to the joke, there was a bang beside him.The bodyguard named Grant shook his hand, and the bottom of the wine bottle fell on the table, and he caught it very quickly.Giovanna glanced at him with a smile, and the bodyguard looked nervously at the wine glass.

Tazito: "..." At a glance, I realized that I had opened an embarrassing topic.He was a little irritated by Giovanna's obsession with mocking him with Mr. 11, and said, "It seems that I can't get past this joke."

"Then let's abandon the politeness and talk about the topic," Giovanna suddenly became serious and changed the subject, "I know why you are looking for me. You can know what you want to know tomorrow. That person wants to talk to you face to face .”

Tazito asked, "Are you talking about the man in the conference room today? Who is he?"

"The man wants you to know, and you will know." Giovanna said with a serious face.

Tazito said "man" on purpose, but Giovanna was not fooled, and even the gender of the man was not revealed to him.

Giovanna stood up: "I would also like to advise you that the man knows everything, don't play tricks. Don't even try. This is for you, trust me." She took the wine handed over by the bodyguard and touched Tazito's glass : "Sweet dreams." Gracefully walked past Tazito with her glass of wine.

"One last question," Tazito turned back.Giovanna stopped and turned to look at him.

Tazito looked into her eyes and asked word by word: "Did you cooperate with that person out of complete volition?"

He felt Giovanna's expression slightly stiffen.Then she gave an offended grin and said, "I don't understand."

"Answer me, yes, or no," Tazito said.

"Of course it is," she said firmly. "What are you thinking?"

The sound of footsteps in stilettos faded away from him.He looked down at his drink thoughtfully.

What, is your intuition wrong?he thought.

No matter what, if we meet that person tomorrow, we may be close to the key truth.

Whoever that person was, he was bound to be quite difficult to deal with.Tazito weighed himself and calculated over and over again in his heart, unable to calm down.

It's already night, and the experiment on Mr. 11 is not over yet.The laboratory divided two groups of people into battle in turn, trying to squeeze out his value as much as possible in the shortest possible time.They had just blown off Tazito's arm before he left the lab.The explosion was loud enough to startle the entire laboratory.Many people flocked to the periphery of the laboratory to look around.

The entire isolation room was filled with gunpowder smoke, the man was still tied to the wall, his right arm was completely broken, and fell sideways to the ground, exposing the internal metal bracket. Mr. 11 lowered his head, and many instruments were inserted into his head to record his pain response.Seeing his expression, Tazito realized that things were not going well.

There is a special device in this laboratory-made weapon that sprays a radioactive liquid when it bursts. That liquid has little effect on ordinary people, but it will react violently with the digital punishment system-doubling their pain feel.The purpose is to render the numbers incapacitated.

Just as people lose their quick judgment in times of extreme pain, so do numbers.Their calm minds are only affected by this sharp, soul-destroying pain.

Mr. 11 endured such pain for a whole afternoon, and there will be a whole night, and a whole tomorrow.Tazito looked at the onlookers with a blank face, and obviously felt the burning anger in his chest, wishing to do something.His hand clenched, subconsciously touched the direction of the holster, and immediately retracted it.

He can't do anything.

He had a bad relationship with Mr. Eleven, but Mr. Eleven had chosen to help him when he was cornered.And he's sure there's little to gain from helping Mr. Eleven.This is important to Tazito, and he can thank him forever for this event.

He believed in Mr. Eleven's strong willpower.But numbers have human thinking, and their biggest disadvantage is that they will collapse like humans, and their will will be destroyed under extreme circumstances.He could tell from Mr. 11's expression that Mr. 11 was not undefeated.It's just a matter of time.

Tazito was notified to go to the conference room when it was close to dinner time the next afternoon.Tazito immediately guessed the reason for calling him over.Along the way, he adjusted his tie twice, and quickly arrived at the door of the meeting room in Area A.

He got there without seeing Giovanna.Her secretary was waiting for him, let him into the conference room, and said nothing else.

The password door opened, Tazito adjusted his tie for the last time, straightened his back, and walked in.

It was a conference room Tazito hadn't seen before.It is large and empty, surrounded by metal walls, with concave and convex, and the hollows are filled with holographic images of stars and seas.

There was no one in the conference room, nothing else, only two silver back chairs facing each other in the center of the room, about ten meters apart, a long distance where the micro expressions of the other party could not be seen clearly.There was a sense of coercion over Qianquan between the seats, which made Tazito subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Tazito."

A man's voice suddenly came from the speaker in the conference room, and Tazito looked towards the chair in shock, and a person appeared there at some point.

Holograms, Tazito thought.

The man was wearing a silky blue striped suit, his hands were full of gemstone rings, he was holding an exaggerated embossed cane, and he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat. His face was hidden in the shadow of the brim, and only the beautiful Omega jaw.

Seeing that image, Tazito's heart skipped a beat.

Haven't seen the other's face yet, but he realizes he knows who it is.

Not only does he know him, but there are very few people in Rhea who don't know him.

Damn...the water is too deep.Tazito felt dizzy before his eyes.I thought to myself, I shouldn't get involved anyway.

"I'm waiting for you." The voice was clear and powerful.The man raised his head, and the light fell on his face, with clear outlines, handsome and dazzling.Grinning, revealing a mouthful of perfect white teeth under the sharp thin lips, he smiled like a brilliant man-eating shark.

That's Mr. 7.Another candidate currently competing with Mr. 11 for the position of Planet Master.Like his name, it is also a number.