[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

Ango Sakaguchi is a person who speaks loudly, and the most prominent attribute is the glasses social animal, or the 007 kind.

I once thought that his supernatural ability could continue to continue working overtime without sudden death, transforming coffee into vitality and the like.

But in fact it is not, his ability [Theory of Depravity] is to get the residual memory on the object after touching the object-as an intelligence officer, it is simply a first-class ability.

So as a social animal, is it his own quality to work overtime all night for a long time without dying?It looks weak, but it's surprisingly capable, this guy.

Anyway, I won't send it back to Mori Ogai, everyone is in my hands, right?

Then I just detained people like this.

He seemed to think that at any moment I was going to put him in a tar bucket and pour him with cement and throw him into the Sea of ​​Naples, and I think he misunderstood me, a very serious misunderstanding.

I'll just make him 007 unable to get up, so that he won't be as violent as he thinks.

"But to be honest, this kind of private archaeological team is basically the same as tomb robbery and smuggling, right?" I frowned slightly as I looked at the application in my hand.

Yes, because I promised that old thing Talbo, I think I still have to put on a show.

At least try your luck before I resign from the company. If I can't find it, I can justifiably throw this pot to the next Judaime—that is, the little boy of Sawada Iemitsu, who was born not long ago and is still alive now. Breastfeeding, but his future, I have decided for him without authorization.

This child is going to be the tenth generation of Pengel.

"Why is the boss suddenly interested in things like archeology?" Ango raised his head from behind the thick paperwork, with a pair of panda eyes on his face, smelling of coffee all over his body.

"Ah, Ango-kun, are you still there? Do you want to sleep?" I put my hand on my chin with a smile, and looked at him with a relaxed and happy expression.

"..." He silently retracted behind the mountain of materials—there were really a lot, and he was overwhelmed.

"If you have time, help me with my homework. It's very convenient for you to draw a blood vessel."

"You do this kind of thing yourself! You, a medical student, don't even bother to draw blood vessel diagrams!" He murmured.

"Why should I waste time on the knowledge I have already mastered? It doesn't make any sense." I answered him confidently.

"..." He simply dragged the documents beside him and covered his head.

His mission in Vengley is limited to one year. If I'm not mistaken, his original mission should be to infiltrate mimic and wait for an opportunity to bring this exile organization to Japan, and help the port mafia get a certain amount by affecting the local stability. A bargaining chip or something.

But I didn’t expect mimic to be included one step ahead of time, so Mori Ogai revised the plan instead, and hit me with the idea.

Hmph, Lolicon, you are playing with fire.

Biting my nails and thinking about more handsome lines, for example, put my hands on the shoulders of the cadre representatives who will come to negotiate with me in the future with a smile on my face—Sen Rubbish will definitely not want to come to confront me in person—and approach the opponent’s shoulders. Cheek, let me say the last sentence: Next time, I will turn the port mafia into the Japanese branch of Vengley's supernatural force.

How about it!Very handsome, right?

Don't look at me like this, I still have the burden of being an idol!

Oops, I suddenly got excited thinking about it this way.

"By the way, Mr. Anwu, how many archaeological teams have you applied for?"

"Four." He replied weakly.

"That's right, four is the number of clover petals, it's a good number." I nodded, "Let them find coolies from the local area, because the locals are very familiar with the methods and methods of selling stolen goods, so it is easy to swallow the cultural relics they find Go sell them. They can dispose of other things as they please, but the arrows must be kept for me.” If not, I would not hesitate to let them know that Vongola is a mafia charity organization—after all, it is still a mafia.

"If I'm free, I'll go to the construction site to see it myself." I nestled on the sofa and yawned.

I'm usually quite unmotivated, not because I don't get enough sleep, but because if I were motivated, I might be full of strange ideas that make people want to try-such as recruiting some believers and watching them free Play can do something like that.

Then I self-denied this idea.

It will be the end of the world.

Forget it, I'm not a devil either.

There are a lot of things going on in Pengo Lie recently. It is also a good choice for me to travel to Egypt and take a break to relax.

For example, go to the statue of Ramses to draw a card, go fishing on the Nile River, and climb the Pyramid of Khufu.

As a highly motivated person who can do what I say, of course I booked the plane ticket immediately, and then prepared a week's vacation and travel schedule.

Then?

Then I somehow picked up a little pervert who didn't wear pants.

——How should I put it, I don't think I've done anything, but for some reason, this guy has entangled me, and called me "Master" very respectfully, kneeling on one knee and swearing loyalty every now and then.

It made me feel like the crutch in my hand was shaking.

And he doesn't wear pants.

The little pervert's name is Vanilla Ace, it can also be called Vanilla Ice, it's not bad anyway.

Xanxus originally lived in the elementary school, and he would only return to the villa in Penglei headquarters on weekends. When he saw Ace behind me, his eyes changed.

"Your new subordinate is not wearing pants." Xanxus said.

"...I can also let you wear without pants." I smiled on the skin.

He hesitated to speak, unexpectedly controlled his temper, and even showed a perverted expression.

... Believe it or not, I will give you dark food next time?

"You bastard! How dare you look at Hanako-sama with such eyes!" Ace, the little pervert, suddenly exploded.

"What did you say? How dare you call me that?! You perverted waste who doesn't wear pants!" Xanxus also frowned.

...Well, can you two less trouble me?

I grabbed xanxus and threw him out of the villa, saving him from fighting with Ace, and one of them would die if they fought.

"Ace, you control me, that's my brother." I rubbed my forehead.

You go from Egypt stk to Italy, I don't care.

You ran to the door of Pengo Lie to make a floor shop, making the Jiudaimu think that I was a scumbag who cheated my body, mind and property in Egypt, and I don't care about it.

Even if you are squatting at the door of my bedroom like a door god, causing me to step on, kick, and bump into you every time I open the door, I can ignore it.

But you can't kill my brother on Vongola's territory.

Also, don't continue to stk me to the point where I can't leave!You can't help but want to kill you like this!

As a result, I let out a little murderous look, and this guy immediately showed an excited expression of "Is your lord going to do something?"I seemed to see a large dog wagging its tail crazily over there.

Or the one with the hind legs shaved.

It's too hard to look at.

This person, although his name is Ace, is actually Em.

Still a pervert.

...So what did I do to get entangled by this guy?

What is it about my physique that attracts perverts? !

... If I didn't want to study that so-called double, he would have died.

It seems to be called...subkong miasma, right?

Seems like an interesting new field.

...By the way, find another opportunity to let him stop his stk behavior against me. If this continues, I really can't help but do it.

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diodio subordinate—1

Hanako stk+1

Stop for one day tomorrow, and continue OTZ on Thursday