I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

"My God. 』Yanmao feels that the world is very dark, 『xanxus, you, you, you, you... I am really sorry for making you so angry, and I am also very sorry for changing your taste like this, so you, you, you, you Why are you scaring me so early in the morning? 』

Summary: Uncle Mafia, you know too much.

After getting out of the car, Yanmao, who was in extreme panic, still had an expressionless expression, until she followed the uncles around in a daze, and came to the training ground that Prison Temple pointed out to her yesterday, and saw that she had been waiting It took more than an hour for Fancy, who had a stinky face, to hug the papaya, and the prison temple next to him, before Yanmao came to his senses.

"By the way, physical training is about to start today, the coach is..."

"Starting today, I will be your physical training coach—the plenipotentiary representative." Fancy raised her eyebrows and said with a vindictive smile.

"Although it's surprising that I wasn't trained by Mr. Prisoner himself, but after hearing that it was you, I just feel more miserable. What's wrong, what's wrong, Fancy-kun. 』Yanmao feels that luck is not very good recently, 『Xanxus quickly catch me back, I am about to vomit blood and die. 』

Dissatisfied with Yanmao who was late and still in a daze, Fancy coughed, with a choir-standard voice coupled with a vicious tone, and said coldly: "Go, run around here three times for me." A few words .

"Master Xanxus, I am really calling you..."

Yanmao looked at the prison temple for help, and the meaning it expressed was self-evident: "You are a good person, prison temple~"

"Run one lap first." Prison Temple said, looked at Yanmao who was blinking starry eyes, and continued, "Three laps is the goal for next week."

"Kuji-kun, when I pierce the villain, I must only pierce that place. ’Yanmao continued to stare at the prison temple, ‘I guarantee you will have no children or grandchildren. 』

"Ju Si, do you still take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade?" Fancy said dissatisfied.

Prison Temple raised his hand in a panic, ignoring Fancy's bared grin, and said to Yanmao: "Run!"

"Yes--"

Reluctantly agreeing, Yanmao started a long long-distance running journey. Facing the mafia training ground with a distance of nearly 300 meters in one lap, Yanmao wanted to cry but had no tears.

After running past the 400-meter marking line, Yanmao bent down as if relieved, put her hands on her knees and panted heavily, indicating that she could no longer run.

Prison Temple had already arrived at Yanmao's side at some point, and didn't feel sorry for Yanmao's dismal appearance at all, but ordered viciously: "Run!"

"I...run...no...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The rare Yanmao who was so emotional disregarded his desire to stare angrily at the prison temple, dragged his body and ran helplessly in order to avoid the bomb that was about to explode behind him.As long as she slackens off, the sound of explosions will immediately sound behind her, and Yanmao is about to burst into tears.

"Why does this situation feel familiar..." Yanmao thought while running. "Ah, yes, three years ago..."

Three years ago, when Yanmao was first assigned to Bell's subordinate Lanshou team, Bell once liked to tease this newcomer, although he still does it now, ahem, he relied on his status as the captain to ask Yanmao to go around Walia ran ten laps in the underground training ground, followed behind Yanmao and stabbed her with a knife, forcing Yanmao to run ten laps desperately, ah, it was because he was desperate that he ran ten laps.

"Is it more painful to be stabbed by a knife or to be bombed?" "Yanmao unconsciously wandered, "Why do I have to think about this kind of problem——"

Finally, after running a lap, Yanmao slumped on the ground, and with his last strength, raised a middle finger at the prison temple.

Looking at Yan Mao, who was lying on the ground and panting, the prison temple "cut" and said disdainfully: "It's really useless."

"I'm... so useless... I'm really... sorry for you... ah."

"Hmph, it's good to know."

Guardians on

On the second day, the prison temple's brutal training on Yan Mao was suspended.A mafia who came here to tell Yanmao the news was in charge of relaying the prison temple’s words: “The captain said, Yanmao Sang is still young, it’s really embarrassing for such a weak girl to run around the special training ground for the mafia , so the captain had the foresight to think that Yan Maosang might cause fatigue or muscle soreness due to training, so the captain mercifully asked me to inform Yan Maosang to take a good rest tomorrow, and I have to trouble Yan Maosang for future training San cooperated together."

"This is obviously processed by art!" ’Yanmao showed a very grateful expression and secretly thought of the real words of the prison temple, ‘Prison Temple actually said something similar to “that woman is so useless and she can’t run around, and there are still negotiations to be prepared. Spend more time with her, tell her not to train tomorrow, stay at home and don’t cause trouble!” and so on. 』

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Yanmao smiled sweetly: "I see, I will trouble you to make a special trip. Please tell Mr. Lan Shou my gratitude."

"Ah, I will."

Watching the mafia who pretended to be indifferent and calm drive away, Yanmao turned around, closed the door, sank on the single sofa alone, and continued to watch the Teletubbies lonely.

"Training or something, it's just for the convenience of watching me.I thought I jumped out of a door prison, but I didn't expect to enter another one... In other words, these two are originally an iron prison. 』

Prison Temple, who had just finished talking with Gangji, was suspicious. After Yanmao left, the abnormal behavior of Valia's senior officials had a lot to do with Yanmao.

——"Tomorrow, please bring Yanmao to Pengo Lie's headquarters, Mr. Prison Temple."

~

Four in the morning.

"Why do I suffer from insomnia? Am I really lonely?" 』

"As a creature that has to close its eyes to fall asleep, I can't help feeling that your right eyelid keeps twitching. 』

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yanmao looked out the window and sighed deeply.

"Who will tell me that the gang of mafia at the door is an illusion. 』

"If it wasn't for my insomnia, how on earth are you going to wake me up, trespassing on private houses and trespassing on girls' boudoirs, etc. Be careful that I will destroy you on behalf of the moon." 』

"Bite and kill." The doorbell rang.

Yanmao has always been surprised by this very special doorbell. It is said that Peng Gelie's genius inventor, Johnny Er, set this sound for each property under Peng Gelie's name. It is said that all Peng Gelie's staff heard this sound. The door opens quickly after the bell rings.

"I don't know if the owner of the original sound has collected copyright fees from Pengo Li? ... Sure enough, it is impossible to tell the original owner about this kind of thing. 』

"coming--"

Yanmao ran out the door slowly, without combing his hair or looking in the mirror, he just opened the door with a lollipop in his pajamas with Doraemon printed on it.Ignoring the shy expression of the uncle who rang the doorbell, Yanmao's eyes jumped directly to the half-head tall prison temple behind the uncle, glanced twice, and said, "What are you doing?"

"Pick you up."

"Isn't training suspended?"

"There are other things."

"About my identity?"

"It's good to know."

"Place?"

"Vongola headquarters."

"Then I'll change clothes."

"No lollipops in your mouth."

"cut--"

After Yanmao changed his clothes...then...then...followed...finally, they arrived at Pengo Li's headquarters.After walking in a mess for a long time, everyone else withdrew, and only Prison Temple and Yanmao walked into the meeting room next to the chief's office, which was specially prepared for internal meetings.

The reason why such a meeting room was specially prepared was because this meeting specially chose a place with a hard texture that even fused protective flames inside the walls. ——Just kidding, are you a vegetarian as a guardian?

Yanmao walked into the meeting room and found that the meeting room was a small room in the big room, and on the sofa in front of Yanmao, besides Miss Jingzi she had met before, there was also a group of A girl who looks about the same age as Kyoko-san.

"Hay, this child..." Xiaochun was surprised, turned his head, and cast doubtful eyes on Kyoko who was beside him.

"This is Yan Maojiang, Xiaochun." Jingzi introduced with a smile.

Xiaochun was stunned: "Is Yan Mao the name? I always think it is a very great taste..."

"It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice." Yanmao bowed slightly, looking very polite.In fact, women who could sit in the core conference room of Pengo Li could not be offended.

"Meet you for the first time." Xiaochun restored a full smile and introduced himself, "I am Miura Haru, just call me Xiaochun~"

"Yo, Yanmao! You come too~"

Suddenly someone behind him greeted Yanmao, and Yanmao didn't need to turn around to imagine that the man behind him who was waving and greeting with a smile on his face must be wearing the skin of Takeshi Yamamoto.

"Hey, Mr. Wu." Yanmao also waved and greeted like Yamamoto, although the over-fixed expression was not in the same category as Yamamoto.

The door of the meeting room was opened again, and Liao Ping walked in.

"Ah, so there's a young baldhead among the guardians... I'm sorry, long-haired combat captain, I didn't mean you. 』

"Ah, brother~" Kyoko greeted, and the others also greeted Ping one after another, or waved their hands and nodded.

Liao Ping quickly noticed the strange Yanmao, looked at Yanmao, and shouted: "Oh - this person is extremely unknown!"

"It turns out that the big white-haired girl still has a loud voice... I'm sorry for the long hair