King of 25 Cubs

Popeye narrowed his eyes, then waved his hand: "Tie him up!"

"Yes, Captain!"

I happily trot to Mr. Grape, brushed off the blades of grass on my head, and smiled at him.

Apparently the grape recognized me, and his face instantly became ugly, the same color as the grape.

"you--"

Snapped!

I put the tape on his mouth calmly.

"Uh! Uh--!!!!"

I patted Putao on the head, and said softly: "The pits have been dug, and I'm just waiting to plant you."

As soon as I tied him up, the hard muzzle of the gun was on the back of my head.

Huh? ? ?

I glanced to the side and found that the mummy got the same treatment as me, and not only that, but the infrared shooting sights of the other 19 submachine guns also fell on our chests and foreheads.

Popeye stared at me, face sinking like water.

I slowly raised my hand: "I'm a little curious, where are we exposed?"

Popeye glanced at the grape dressed as a zombie: "You don't tie a bow."

I:"……"

Why do you have to use a bow?Are you a group of kidnappers so girlish? !

Popeye issued the order: "Tie these two up!"

The mummy suddenly turned her head and glanced at me, then smashed the glass window behind her with her elbow, and then pulled me and jumped out of the window sill.

"Hey wait, I still have to—" Grab that grape! ! !

We fell from the second floor into the bushes at the back of the house. There was a slope outside the bushes, and the mummy rolled me on the grass several times in his arms.

Bullets whizzed past my ears, and finally he yanked my wrist, pulling me straight off the ground.

"hiss……"

I took a deep breath, and my left wrist, which was tightly pinched, hurt badly for a moment.

The mummy's fingers, which were tightly wrapped in bandages, paused. I looked up at him and met his gaze. Then he quickly let go of my left wrist and grabbed my right hand instead.

"You don't have to run away in such a hurry..."

I was dragged helplessly by the other party and stumbled forward. We ran through the green plants and walls at the speed of a [-]-meter race, and finally stopped in the forest outside the manor.

"Stop for a while, they won't be able to catch up for a while."

I adjusted the crooked bandage on my left wrist, and nodded my chin towards the mummy: "Now tell me who you are?"

I looked at each other with firm eyes.

The mummy hesitated for a moment, as if a little hesitant.

"Why are you shy?"

I smiled and reached out to help the other party remove the bandage on his head.

Suddenly, he cleared his throat and said, "Then here comes the question, guess who I am?"

Suddenly realizing something, my expression froze in an instant, and my hand holding the bandage stopped in mid-air, my whole body seemed to be petrified.

The bandages gradually unraveled, revealing the other party's white hair and narrow, playful eyes.

"It's Gogol! Did you guess right?"

I:"……"

I saw the clown on the opposite side throwing the removed bandage on the ground, and then opened his arms in a bluff:

"I haven't seen you in two months. Is the doll surprised or surprised when she sees me... Oh, no matter how you say hello, she shoots without saying hello!"

He backed up again and again, jumping left and right to avoid the bullets I shot at him.

"Hehe, this is really a shocking joy."

I grimaced and emptied the magazine.

While loading a new magazine, Gogol jumped in front of me with a power and snatched my gun.

Without stopping him from snatching the gun, I reached into my pocket and took out a piece of note paper with writing on it, and said softly: "Done Walker."

The note paper glowed with firefly green and turned into a novice|gun.

I pointed the gun at Gogol, with a cold expression on my face: "Then the question is, how many guns do you think I can conjure?"

Gogol: "..."

He put the snatched pistol back into my pocket with a playful smile: "It's just a joke, why are you so angry?"

"Are you kidding me?" I repeated word by word, my teeth tightened, and my eyes became colder: "Did I laugh?"

It seemed that I was really angry, and Gogol's expression changed.

Tear away the false liveliness and enthusiasm, and the long and narrow eyes that always seem to be teasing others are extraordinarily cold and sharp when they do not contain any emotion and temperature, like the eyes of a hunter, but also like a straight-in The sharp edge of the heart.

"I just pretended to be a mummy that anyone can pretend to be at the Halloween ball." He squinted his eyes and asked knowingly, "Who do you think I am? Who do you want me to be?"

"It's my problem. It's my mistake."

I put away my gun indifferently and walked back.

A few seconds later, Gogol appeared next to me again, his eyes fell on my left wrist, and he said thoughtfully: "I heard you went to a tattoo parlor half a month ago?"

"You just do as the Romans do." I glanced sideways at him, quickly adjusted my mentality, and asked, "Why are you here today?"

"you guess?"

"I don't guess."

Gogol sighed regretfully: "The grape you want to catch is a member of the American supernatural organization "Group". Their boss is very rich and wanted to expand the arms business to Eastern Europe, but they ran into a wall in the Eastern District of Moscow.The faction of the Russian government to which the Izmailovo District Judge belonged was very stubborn, and the "combination" approached us to cooperate in order to seize this market.We did a little favor and changed the chief justice of the Izmailovo district. "

After a pause, he continued: "By the way, the mediator who died belonged to the KGB."

The KGB, similar to the CIA of the United States and MI6 of the United Kingdom, is the intelligence agency of this country and one of the four major international intelligence agencies.

"In other words, the previous mediator in the Izmailovo district was a spy sent by the government."

I was in a bad mood at first, but my face turned dark when I heard the news.

"Fyodor killed a KGB and put me in it, deliberately pushing me against the country."

As expected of the old Fei next door, his methods are still the same as before, and he is dedicated to making me a loner.

Fortunately, I was more vigilant and had been obsessed with selling matryoshka dolls. I didn't do those "big things" that would attract the attention of the government.

I pondered for a moment, then asked Gogol, "Who is Duke Myshkin?"

"It's also from the KGB, but it's outside under the guise of being a gang member."

I understood instantly, no wonder Duke Myshkin wanted to kill grapes.

After members of foreign criminal organizations smuggle into the country, it is indeed the work of the country's spy agency to arrange assassination. I think I have received similar tasks in the supernatural spy department, and the mimic incident related to Oda was also a superpower. The Secret Service took the initiative and Port Mafia spearheaded it.

I suddenly realized that the KGB hired me to assassinate Putao, not necessarily because he was out of hands, but because he saw that I had become a mediator and didn’t do anything serious, and was obsessed with selling dolls every day, so he wanted to test my position?

"What's going on tonight?"

"The newly replaced justice is one of us, and tonight he needs to cooperate with a kidnapping scene. The "combination" will threaten the Russian government with the lives of all important people in the Eastern District, and give 'release' to the arms business. "

Gogol raised a finger: "By the way, A Tuo asked me to bring you a sentence."

He lowered his voice, imitating Fyodor's indifferent tone: "The matter between the two of us will be resolved by the two of us."

After finishing speaking, Gogol smiled again, gloating and said, "Don't look at A Tuo as if he has everything under control, in fact, he is already impatient."

"How does he want to solve it?" I sneered, and scratched my neck: "Can you just let me kill it?"

Gogol suddenly grabbed my shoulder, bent slightly to get closer, and looked at me with cold eyes: "No, baby, we are indeed a cooperative relationship, but the person who killed A Tuo in the end can only be I."

I frowned, just catching up with my unhappiness, so I responded with sarcasm: "Do you really think your thoughts are free now?"

Gogol was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Is there absolute freedom in this world? In my opinion, absolute freedom is absolute totalitarianism and absolute imprisonment. Isn't the excessive pursuit of this kind of liberalism the confinement of oneself to the meaning of the word 'freedom'?"

The corners of my eyes were slightly bent, and I purposely said something that could break the other party's values ​​at a slow pace: "Your words and deeds are controlled by this word, just like a marionette in magic. Is this true freedom?"

Gogol stopped and stood still.

His eyes widened slightly, as if he was frightened, or enlightened, or, as if he had been exposed by something.

Suddenly, he bent down and covered his stomach and laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha! It turns out to be like this hahahahaha...It really is like this..."

This smile was so crazy that the little animals hidden among the leaves in the night were startled and fled in all directions.

"The doll is also my soulmate!"

He supported the tree, and when he raised his head to look at me, his eyes were both indifferent and hot.

"I really want to kill you..." He murmured, "But if I kill you, will I fall into a life controlled by 'freedom' again?"

"..."

Okay, I don't need to say these words.

Fortunately, Gogol's convulsion was only temporary, and he returned to "normal" after 2 minutes, and said to me cheerfully: "By the way, I will tell you another piece of information. The reason why A Tuo helped "combine" is because He made a deal with the "combination" and got something from the "combination". "

I asked curiously, "What?"

Gogol spread his arms and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, he sneaks around, and no one will see him."

When I wanted to ask something more, the people in the house chased me, and we happened to meet them head-on.

"Found someone!"

The guy dressed as a Qing Dynasty zombie yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"One, two, three, four...a total of six people." I moved my fists: "1 minute."

After 1 minute, six people fell in the grass.

Gogol and I went back to the judge's mansion. My original goal was to find Putao to avenge the sale of [-] rubles, but this guy ran quite fast.

I sighed regretfully: "It was hard to catch his vines, but he ran away again."

As for the kidnapped guests, I, who was dedicated to making trouble for Fyodor, rescued them all, and also reported the collaborating judge by the way.

Just as he was untying him, Gogol's cell phone next to him suddenly rang.

"Hey, there is an email... Let me check..."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at me with a half-smile and said, "A Tuo is waiting for you in the car downstairs, do you want to go there?"

I untied the rope for the last person, straightened up, and said calmly, "Let's go."

There is a saying that Fyodor said is right-the two of us, the two of us will solve it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door of the car, he heard coughing and coughing from the people inside.

I stopped and asked Gogol, "What happened to him?"

It's always bad for a child to cough, and I think it's really going to be abolished.

"Isn't it just snowing and the temperature dropped suddenly, I have a cold."

I was silent for a moment, and asked Gogol, "Does he have a fever?"

Gogol squeezed his throat and exaggerated: "39 degrees two, it's been a week."

The doors were all open, but I didn't go up, but cautiously took out my phone:

"Hello, is this the Moscow Centers for Disease Control and Prevention? Someone here has a high fever and cough, especially like the pneumonia that has recently spread internationally. Can some of you come over and isolate him?"

I raised my voice: "Yes, he doesn't wear a mask yet, his quality is really bad!"

Fyodor: "..."

The author has something to say:

I'm on duty today, so it's a little late.

The KGB belongs to the Soviet Union, and it is not called by this name now.

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感谢在2020-09-0317:32:17~2020-09-0423:04:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 rain gululu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Miaomiao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!