let go of that earth man

"Oh, it's my communicator. His name is Donggua. Four years ago, I transformed him into an artificial intelligence, with mimicry abilities and various configurations. It's great, but when my uncle forced me to marry him, he took it down and blackmailed me. Originally, I also wanted to imitate Xiaodian and the others, but the earth does not have mimic metals, so it is really embarrassing.”

"..." Xia Ming thumped the table: "The family I'm talking about doesn't include machines!"

"Oh, that mother died early, and the sperm provider is unknown." After Dongchan finished speaking, she took out a notebook and wrote furiously: people on earth are irritable and irritable, have a strong desire for knowledge about unknown things, and are very gossipy.

The table is too small and the distance is too close. It is impossible for Xia Ming to pretend to be invisible. The veins on his forehead continue to jump wildly, as if he wants to finish the 28 years of dancing today. Blood Arrow is not surprising either.

Xia Ming didn't believe this lie could be rounded up: "What's the matter with forced marriage?"

"A 400-year-old general in the Federation wanted to marry me as the 22nd house. My uncle insisted on marrying me, so I blew up his house. Winter melon was also in the house. Oh, think about it, I'm really sorry for it. "

Why don't you feel sorry for your uncle's family?But Xia Ming also understands after thinking about it, the protagonist of every dog-blood story must have a scumbag relative, scumbag or something, how much he died, and how he died. What happened to come to Earth?"

When it came to this, Dongchan became excited: "Oh, actually, I have also thought about it and analyzed it. The situation at that time was that I drank the awakening potion, and the gene and the potion repelled, causing the energy in the body to instantly compress beyond the limit and explode. And I Well, it was at the energy center at that time, so I think it was because the excessive energy distorted the space, and the tearing and distortion of this space should have squeezed me into minced meat and disappeared in the universe. There's another rift in warped space that overlaps it, creating a space tunnel, so I'm just whoosh... sucked to Earth."

After living for 28 years, Xia Ming finally had a time when he didn't have enough brains. He rubbed his forehead, feeling tired and tired: "Let's eat first."

Now Xia Ming and Dong Chan are in a cooperative relationship, but Dong Chan’s interest in Xia Ming is only limited to his curiosity about the people on earth, so if Xia Ming goes to the treatment warehouse once a day to hand in the data, he will let the experimental subjects be free for the rest of the time. Activities, but I have money in my hands, and I started running towards the garbage collection station again.

Xia Ming belongs to the Special Operations Team in the Earth Stability Maintenance Force. That is to say, he usually runs wherever there is a battle. Simply put, he is a thug. He never has to think about how to communicate with aliens, because the only communication they have is life and death. It's a completely different concept from those shit-stirring sticks in the Secret Service who are spies and theft.

Discord between the Special Warfare Division and the Secret Service Division is no longer news in the base, and Xia Ming also admitted that he was at odds with those spies.The two subjects usually bump into each other, and it can be as intense as it can be, and they can't wait to trample each other under their feet and force them to kneel and lick.

Therefore, now that he is working as a spy under Dong Chan so easily, he can't help but be complacent: Hmph, why is the spy department so brain-intensive and difficult?Nonsense, the top and bottom of the Secret Service Division are clearly low in IQ and weak in ability.

Putting the Secret Service aside, speaking of whether the aliens really wanted to heal him?In fact, Xia Ming was skeptical, but after a few days, he felt nothing unusual except that his physical condition was improving, and he believed it a little bit.

Let’s talk about Dong Chan’s long-cherished research and sample collection. Xia Ming had already made all kinds of psychological preparations, and spent a day and a night thinking about various countermeasures. As a result...the sampling process was irrelevant, and those federal high-tech victory over the Earth Research Institute. Xia Ming, who has witnessed the various lower limits of various research institutes, really feels that the earth researchers are weak.

Why don't you try to stand next to that treatment cabin and witness a whole organ restored from a little bit of meat?Try the simulated living device made by aliens again?I don’t know how much less effort, how high-end, and how much style is compared to the group of high-cold people in the research institute—this guy is actually here to attack the people of the earth, right?Alien, does your mother know that you are such a pit on the earth?

Anyway, Xia Ming's thoughts on this broccoli star named Dongchan became more and more complicated.

Although it is a scam, it has to be admitted that alien technology is definitely a great help to the base.

Want to solicit?Or observe for a while?

Looking at Dongchan sitting in the corner repairing and upgrading the electrical appliances, Xia Ming was in a complicated mood: "How long will it take for my injury to heal?"

"Well, there are still about nineteen days." Dongchan replied without turning her head while polishing the tool: "In another nineteen days, my research on you will be over, um, as far as the current data is concerned, You are a very interesting earthling, and adding potion effects, um, interesting and interesting, I will definitely save your data and try to test it on other experimental bodies in the future, I believe I will be able to produce An awakening potion suitable for humans."

……

Still studying him, but thinking about other people, Xia Ming refused to admit that his chicken stomach had an attack, and his face was so gloomy that water dripped out: "Are you going to use me up and throw it away?"

If the other members of the special operations team were there, they must have been scared to pee, and they would have 12 sympathies for the aliens who were targeted by the boss.You know, the last time the alien who heard the boss's words in the mode of complaining, was abused by the boss from the earth to Pluto, and then all the way back to the earth at the border of the Milky Way, and is still hanging in the center of the earth for BBQ.

The boss is very dirty, really.

Dong Chan, who didn't know how powerful it was, felt novel about the mode of resentful woman, raised her face with great interest, and used her analytical ability to scan the other party.

Name: Xia Ming

Race: Earthlings, mixed race (transformed by alien medicine)

Last name: male

Attribute: total attack

Occupation: Detective

Hobbies: collecting weapons

Age: Domineering side leak 28 years (recently suffered a small blow)

Intimacy: The experimental subject is not what you want to lose, you can lose it if you want~

Status: Gradually getting more powerful, don't play casually~ Dongchan is very interested in the change of character attributes, and asks: "Lost? Didn't you want to leave me?"

"..." Even if this is the truth, Xia Ming doesn't like it coming out of the other party's mouth, which makes him feel a sense of being driven away, and he can't help but squint his eyes: "I'm actually just catching aliens. If you dare to say it again, I will catch you back and slice you up."

Before Dong Chan could respond, the electric appliances next to her started talking loudly.

"Cao Cao, Master, wait for him to enter the treatment room next time, we will kill him!"

"That's right, Lord Yin, Xiaodian doesn't love this CP anymore. If it's a novel about scumbags, it's cool, but the reality is too harsh. If you want an experimental subject, let's catch another one. "

"That's right, Master, why don't you just slice him up and study it. In order to support you, I'll forcefully hide him."

"Leading wolves into the house, master, don't hesitate anymore, bad men can't stay."

"Dare to intimidate the master, watch me blow you to death... Huh... Huh... Huh..."

"Yes, I'll pinch you to death, I'll pinch, I'll pinch, I'll pinch you."

The hair straightener's evil speech caused all the electrical appliances to squint, and they all said that the hair straightener had to relearn the art of language... By the way, when did the owner become an alien?Seems like something is wrong?

Visceral twitching seems to have become Xia Ming's recent daily exercise. At this moment, he suppressed the evil thoughts of dismantling these electrical appliances, and then looked at Dong Chan, who was once again in deep thought and ignored him. The tone is even worse: "Illegal aliens will be sent to the center of the earth for BBQ. Your body size will be roasted into charcoal in a second."

Hahaha, stupid mortals, only serious alien prisoners will be BBQ or something, do you think I will tell this alien?

Dong Chan was born in the Commonwealth, which has always been a civilized society. Although military power is paramount, he also understands illegal residence and so on, so he immediately asked, "Then where do I go to apply for this residence permit? Do you know?"

Xia Ming originally wanted to take down Qiao with a wicked smile, but his words changed when he got to his mouth: "If you cure me, I'll tell you."

After saying that, the mature man turned away from the barber shop and disappeared into the street full of winks and kisses from whores.

Dongchan took out her notebook and recorded carefully: Although the earthlings have grown up physically, they may not be mentally grown up, and sometimes they are very childish.

Winter Cicada, who added a touch to the research report, continued to polish the parts contentedly.

Xia Ming, who was walking on the street, sneezed, vaguely guessing who was reading him behind his back, who else could it be except that research-crazed alien?Xia Ming thought to himself that he would teach the aliens a lesson when he went back, and made a good show of his prestige. He walked forward without stopping, and a communicator appeared in the hand hanging by his side at some point, and he stuck the ring on his earlobe. , connect the base.

【robber? 】

The deep and serious voice knocked on the eardrums. At this moment, Xia Ming felt that the aliens at home were much gentler. Look at the voice that would frostbite people's ears. Sincerely, he could only speak concisely: "General, I want a residence permit."

[Submit a detailed written report. 】

"it is good."

[What about the last goal? 】

"Buried in space."

[The research institute is urging. 】

"Oh, then bury it for a while longer."

It seemed that both parties were too lazy to say one more word, and ended the communication at the same time.

Xia Ming took off the ring and put it on his middle finger, walked into the deserted side alley, and walked out a minute later, already carrying a travel bag in his hand and a bulging wallet in his pocket.

When Xia Ming was walking home, he turned into the vegetable market and bought some simple ingredients. After carrying them back, he threw them into the microwave oven and ordered it to make dinner. Then he turned his attention to Dong Chan, who was working hard to make parts in the corner, knowing that the other party did not After moving his butt, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

After a few days of observation, he realized that apart from jumping towards the display with glowing eyes during the treatment, the alien spent the rest of the time hiding in a corner making parts.

Aliens can sit in a corner and grind for a whole day, and eat a pack of instant noodles before going to bed. Their living habits are very unhealthy.

But what does it matter to me?