Alien Office

A group of people stared dumbfounded at this guy who caused a chip short circuit due to fever, and a nail household murmured: "Is the optical brain also short circuited? I'm going to complain." "Come on, the after-sales service center has long been with the mother planet Turned into cosmic dust."

Qin Que was probably the calmest among a group of zombies and a doppelganger. Perhaps because he was a human being, he was no stranger to this kind of circuit failure. He stretched out his five fingers, and a translucent film covered the patient's whole body.

"Are you going to pick it up and throw it into the trash like last time?" I asked curiously.

"To shut up!"

That layer of film is probably an insulator, and the sparks no longer run around everywhere, but the poor nail house is still trembling all over. I bit my finger and recalled the safe voltage that human beings can accept, and then walked aside to call Liang Rui: " Boss, we need a fresh clone, a Tamira star had a fever and shorted the chip."

Liang Rui was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and then asked softly in a creepy voice: "Do you think that the optical brain of the Tamira Stars is a transformer that has not been replaced in your home for 30 years? Maybe it's a short circuit? Maybe it's your brain that's short-circuited."

I started to pick my ears, and after picking the left side, I picked the right side: "My dad often said that too. Boss, I'm actually your and my mother's illegitimate daughter. Don't worry, I won't tell Madman Yang."

Liang Rui hung up my phone.

I turned around and said to Qin Que, "What should I do? Liang Rui has admitted that he is my biological father. Would you like to have another father-in-law?"

A semi-incorporeal flying knife hit me between the eyebrows, this guy who committed the crime without leaving a weapon behind.

Five minutes later, Liang Rui arrived by car.

"Boss, you are speeding." I said, looking at the time.

"I happen to be in a hospital nearby." Liang Rui strode into the warehouse, picked up the half-dead power generator on the bed, and hit it straight in the head with a throwing knife.

"Wow, murder at the scene, there are too many witnesses!" I looked around and tried to slip away from a group of mob nail houses, but the group was indifferent.

To my surprise, the patient's heartbeat and breathing were all normal, and even the flying knife was pushed out of the skull by the overgrown flesh. I was dumbfounded, and Liang Rui remained calm.

"Is it a mimic too?" I murmured.

"No, it's a parasite. Tarbes is a parasitic fugitive, and I'm arresting you for prison escape and illegal entry." Liang Rui stood up and said to the patient lying on the bed awe-inspiringly.

The patient opened his eyes, and his vivid eyes were completely different from those of the nail households.

"It's too bad, the parasite has the wrong target." It said in a hoarse voice.

"The electric current caused by the optical brain's self-defense counterattack system is not easy to deal with. Even with your repair ability, it is difficult to heal the electric shock damage." Liang Rui said.

The Tarbes star laughed: "It doesn't matter, I have already wiped it out."

A Tamira star said dryly: "We have left a backup optical brain on the main body, and the chip can be used after re-implantation."

Liang Rui smiled at the fugitive: "When dealing with silicon-based mechanical life, you have to get used to their good habit of saving files."

I nodded again and again, those who don't save files before fighting the boss are bound to regret it.

The Tarbes parasite, who was stunned by the electric shock, was carried back to the basement of the flower shop by Liang Rui like a chick because he chose the wrong parasite.I looked at Qin Que's indifferent face and shrugged: "Look, the earth is just so dangerous."

Qin Que glanced at me: "A thousand Tarbesians are not as dangerous as half of you."

I am deeply honored by this.

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It's been a chaotic vacation while I'm dealing with my freshman year summer homework—what the hell college has summer homework? !Its only advantage is that it is in the city, and I can walk home every day to eat and sleep-while busy serving alien friends.

I'm a pseudomorphic extraterrestrial being juggling summer homework and a part-time job during the holidays, which is a terrible amalgam of contradictions.

I went to work as usual today, and I entered the flower shop with the face of a little girl on a certain advertising poster.

By the way, I have complained about the name of this flower shop several times, but Liang Rui named this flower shop in an extremely arrogant manner: H City Alien Office.

Human beings praised the interesting store name, which is very imaginative; alien friends said that doing so greatly reduced the possibility of them not being able to find the correct location, and everyone was happy.

Even the Administration for Industry and Commerce thinks this is a tasteful name, human beings are so humorous.

I was a little late today, Crazy Yang was drinking soy milk and nibbling on flatbread fried dough sticks. He always thought this was one of the most delicious breakfasts on earth, so that when he was on a mission in the United States, he was always impressed by Yankee’s breakfast. despair.

Qin Que arrived earlier than me and was reading the morning newspaper. When he heard my voice coming in, he just raised his head and gave me a good morning.

"It seems that a loli cannot attract your attention for more than three seconds." I bit the lollipop in my hand.

"I've never been interested in an older idiot masquerading as a loli."

I laughed maliciously: "The only time you stared at me for more than 30 seconds was in the bathtub at your house. Maybe my old, stupid naked body makes you think I'm more attractive than Lori."

I was once again hit between the eyebrows by a materialized flying knife. I think he needs to change this habit, otherwise he will be shot sooner or later when he sees someone throwing a flying knife at someone's forehead that is not pleasing to the eye.

The semi-incorporeal flying knife stayed on my head for five seconds before disappearing. I dipped it into my mouth and sucked the simulated blood. The ketchup tasted pretty good.

Liang Rui sighed deeply: "If I were you, I wouldn't make my boss angry with such a silly expression now."

I immediately put my hands together and looked at him with big eyes that looked like loli water: "Don't deduct my salary."

Liang Rui sneered: "Did I ever pay you?"

The sharp words made me fall to the ground, and my HP instantly went red.

I got up from the ground and continued my efforts: "Boss, you don't seem to be in a beautiful mood. Is it because you have a bad relationship?"

My newly healed skull was shot straight in the heart by a throwing knife again, and this one was a real one.I held the scalpel and handed it back to Liang Rui respectfully, and at the same time conjured up an apple and put it on my head, and stepped back: "Boss, you have to aim."

Liang Rui ignored the bright red apple on my head, and threw the scalpel on my forehead again without hesitation.

I gave up, and began to gnaw apples with the scalpel on my head. It didn't hurt anyway, so I can do whatever I like.If my stupidity pleases my boss, that's a merit too.

Resignation to fate is also one of my virtues, I am really a good citizen.

"Okay, let's start the meeting." Liang Rui clapped his hands to attract the attention of the three of us, and then began to announce the latest daily news, "According to reliable news, 'Thousand Crows' has entered the country."

I looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and said casually: "Thousand crows? Sounds like the name of a circus, performing a thousand people walking a flock of birds?"

"One of the largest interstellar smuggling groups in the galaxy, no matter what kind of things customers want, as long as they exist in this galaxy, they can get it. The most famous case is to sell the naked statue of the president at the entrance of the presidential palace of the galaxy. It was given to the boss of the terrorist organization in the Milky Way." Qin Que explained.

I twitched the corner of my mouth. "Either the owner or the buyer has bad taste, and I'm skeptical of the buyer's motives."

Crazy Yang scratched his face, there was still unshaven stubble on his chin: "Who knows, maybe I bought a statue and put it in the house to masturbate to it every night. The Milky Way is so big, there are all kinds of perverts."

Maybe I'm one of those perverts too.