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"In my hand," the blue-haired boy said lazily and slowly, "I came first."

What kind of fucking logic is this? ? ?

"Huh?" I laughed angrily at this man's robber-like way of thinking, "Obviously I paid the money first, are you unreasonable?"

His eyes were lowered, dark blue pupils shaded by thick lashes.The boy's slender and well-knit fingers easily opened the ring buckle of the tin can, making a slight "click" sound.

"There's no monitoring here, just you and me. You can say whatever you want, who knows?" He slowly raised a nasty smile, stared at me and said word by word, "Do you understand the truth? ?Primary school students with young teeth."

what?

This arrogant guy said I was a primary school student? ? ?

Damn, can I kill him on the spot?Little brother, do you know that you offended a gang member who is a super power?I can think of [-] ways to die for you right now!

I sneered and said back: "What about you? A rebellious rich second generation in adolescence, a middle school student with secondary illness?"

He didn't come from the same direction as me. Judging from the direction this person came from, it is very likely that he lived in the villa area in that area.Going out to buy drinks late at night with this unhappy expression, whether he had quarreled with his parents or the love troubles of adolescence, in short, it is in line with the characteristics of his age-it seems that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The blue-haired boy was obviously choked by me, and his face turned stinky in an instant: "It's better for children who haven't graduated from kindergarten not to drink soda."

He glared at me with a condescending gaze.

"I think you should drink more milk and grow taller earlier." He smiled, "Short."

I don't think you are much higher than that! ! !

He turned around and left, I stared angrily at his leaving back, and I had the urge to imitate Misaka Mikoto, who beat him with those few coins.Fortunately, my rationality reminded me that I am still a member of the national government. If I want to abide by the law, at least I can't kill innocent people.

Damn it, the next time I see this annoying guy, I must put a sack on him and beat him up! ! !

Holding the coins, I hesitated for a moment, put the coins into the vending machine, and bought a bottle of milk.

After I bought it, I became secretly angry, pinching the milk box until it deformed slightly.

Why should I listen to that bastard! ! !

***

I didn't pay attention to the episode last night.

I have other things to do today...I have to contact the contact person of IOTCO.

The agreed secret sign was the person who took three copies of "The Baron of the Night" in the third row of a shelf in a bookstore in Mihua Town at nine o'clock in the morning.

I yawned, my hair matted from my sleep.Wearing an apron, Bourbon was holding a glass of milk and a white porcelain plate with matsutake fried eggs and sandwiches on the dining table covered with white cloth.

Bourbon heard my bare feet in loose pajamas, and said without looking up, "No bare feet, go back to your room and put on your slippers."

"... Oh." I retreated to the room in a dazed manner, and found the fluffy rabbit slippers that I had thrown away under the bed and in the closet, and put them on.These slippers obviously don't fit my aesthetic, and Bourbon bought them for me.

He thinks very straightly that girls like pink rabbits, so he has such a pair of slippers... Thank you, I am not interested in pink rabbits at all.

I have seen many rabbits used as experimental materials in the laboratory.

Although I strongly expressed my dislike, for Bourbon's poor straight man's heart, I still didn't throw these slippers out directly... Anyway, it's just a pair of slippers, so it's not a big problem.

I snapped on my slippers and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, and I sat at the dining table 10 minutes later.The temperature of the breakfast on the table is suitable, and the craftsmanship of bourbon certainly does not need me to emphasize and praise again-it is better than my own.

Sure enough, the simpler the food, the better the craftsmanship.

Thinking about how I actually lost to a big man in cooking, I feel a little bit unhappy...and inexplicably sad.

Bourbon is taller than me, stronger than I am, and the only thing I can compare to him is the skin color...

Bourbon got a call in the middle of breakfast, because I was sitting opposite, I didn't see the caller ID clearly, but I heard it the moment he answered—it was a woman's voice.

He got up and went to the little balcony by the oriel window to answer the phone.

Bourbon spoke in a natural tone, as if he was talking to an old friend he had known for many years.

The voice of the woman who called was a little distorted after passing through the electric current, and she didn't sound like any member of the organization I knew... Could it be that Bourbon hooked up behind my back at some point?

I focused my attention, and through the vibration of the air, I knew the place where he met the mysterious woman who was suspected to be his lover - in a famous internet celebrity coffee shop.

I secretly wrote down this address, and decided to secretly catch the rape later... Hey, why did I use the word "catch the rape" to describe it?I froze for a moment.

Bourbon hung up the phone and came back to put the quilt and dishes in the kitchen sink.He walked into the room, took his coat and walked out, and talked to me while changing his shoes in the hallway: "I'm going out first, remember to wash the dishes."

He thought for a while and added a word.

"Also, don't run around."

"Okay, okay, I see." I answered him absent-mindedly, and took a silver knife to cut the matsutake fried egg into several pieces, and the egg liquid mixed with the matsutake fragrance immediately permeated the air.

It's only eight o'clock, and I'm not in a hurry.

By the time I finished my breakfast, washed the dishes, tied my hair and changed my clothes, it was already [-]:[-] to go out.

I stood looking at myself in front of the mirror hanging on the entrance wall, my long blond hair tied into two low ponytails behind my ears.The white shirt was tucked into the dark blue pleated skirt, and I was wearing white socks—well, it was OK, it fit my image in IOTCO.

After confirming that there is no problem with the bottom equipment that I finally dug out from the closet, I put the key, the door card, and the mobile hard disk that copied the data from the mission target I killed, and stuffed it into the hidden pocket of the skirt. out the door.

The bookstore we agreed to meet was not too far away. After I went in, I picked up the latest "Shounen Jump", and then I pretended to be casual and started to wander around.

In the third row of shelves, I saw a man holding three hardcover editions of "Night Baron".The face is very ordinary, without any outstanding features, and belongs to the kind of person who can never be found in the crowd. From the appearance, it is very suitable to be a connector.

Maybe it's suitable to be an actor... This kind of people are usually full of acting skills, and each one is better than the other when they play.

I didn't go over, and the contact person obviously didn't have the idea of ​​contacting me directly.

Using the superpower of controlling the air, I can wrap the mobile hard disk in air and send it directly to the connector.I don't need to have any contact with this person during the whole process. I only need to confirm the existence of this person, and then use superpowers to directly transmit information, which can completely avoid the possibility of revealing my identity.

The connector person felt the mobile hard disk suddenly appearing in his hand, and was slightly stunned for a moment, then he understood that the connector had been completed.He calmed down the expression on his face, and took three hardcover editions of "The Baron of the Night" to the front desk of the bookstore to check out.

I turned around two more times, and only when I saw the linker leaving through the transparent glass window of the bookstore did I go to check out with peace of mind.

——Then, I took the tram to the cafe, intending to catch Bourbon's mole.

It's not enough for a stinky man to have me, yet he still looks for other women!

When I meet him, I'll call him dad, and see if that woman doesn't scold him on the spot as a second-married man, a scumbag, and a liar!

After arriving at the coffee shop, I didn't rush in, that's what a fool would do.

I stood outside the glass window with Bourbon's back to me and took a closer look. A woman with blond hair was sitting opposite him, but the vixen was just blocked by the decorations in the coffee shop, so I couldn't see her clearly. s face.

Judging by their speech and demeanor, these two people seem to be very familiar with each other...

I looked back and sure I didn't know this blond-haired woman in the group, and Bourbon never mentioned it to me - so it must be some vixen out of nowhere trying to seduce my dad!

I was very angry, having a stepmother means having a stepdad, and Bourbon’s long-term meal ticket may treat me badly and squeeze me even more... I can almost foresee the miserable life I will be dominated by my stepmother in the future.

I will never allow this to happen!

I tidied up my momentum, pushed open the door of the coffee shop with my head held high, and went straight to the table of Bob's, and pretended to cry angrily——

"Father, did you find a vixen as my stepmother behind my back?!"

Bourbon and the blond woman turned their heads in amazement at the same time.

I could clearly see the face of the woman with blond hair... This is clearly a middle-aged woman who looks like she is about 30 years old.

With well-manicured blonde hair, light-colored pupils, beautiful and charming facial features, there is a thrilling beauty when you lift your eyes.

She said to Bourbon with a half-smile: "So this is really your illegitimate daughter?"

Why does this aunt look so much like a well-known international actress Sharon...

I was stunned.

"Sharon?" I couldn't believe it, and then immediately denied myself, "No, you are Belmode?"

I know that Belmode is proficient in disguise, as if he learned from a magician who is good at escaping magic, but I didn't expect this woman to be able to imitate her voice so realistically.

Sharon from Belmode's Yi Rongcheng smiled at me, "Your daughter is pretty smart."

However, this smile will make me feel the kindness from the elders, and I have never had any feelings for Belmode.

"Oh," I said, "thank you, Auntie, for the compliment."

The author has something to say: Yayoi who became a civil servant of scepter4 a few years later: Damn, the person I beat with a sack a few years ago has become my immediate boss, what should I do? ? ?

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