Laid-off guide is a cat wife

Today is January 1, which coincides with William Xu accepting the nomination of the Social Labor Party's prime ministerial candidate.

It was also the day when Miao Xun issued the death notice.

In the live broadcast of Xingwang, William Xu hit the nail on the head, "The people with supernatural powers only account for 15% of the total population, but occupy 80% of social resources. Is it really fair to ordinary people like us who work hard?"

Xue Fang woke up exhausted, turned on the optical network channel, happened to be this one, poured a cup of coffee, and continued to watch——

"Do we really need supernatural beings? According to the report, 45.9% of social vicious crimes are committed by out-of-control sentries. The taxes we pay turn into knives in their hands. Why are the guardians who are said to be riding on our heads? , became a bloodsucker at the top of society? For social justice, we must redistribute resources."

The live comments scrolled wildly, causing great resonance: "Well said!" "We want jobs, education, and more social welfare!"

Xu Weilian's words were harsh, and he aimed directly at ordinary people with low and middle incomes. With a huge population base, he had always had sharp conflicts with people with supernatural powers.

Professor Xue held his chin and watched with a smile.As expected of William Xu, the Small Animal Protection Association has produced a large number of talents.

During the live broadcast, Xu Weilian's approval rating in the polls soared like a rocket, but the interface suddenly went dark. A pure white smiling mask emerged from the thick, muddy black screen. The mask was split from the tip of the nose to the corners of the mouth, creating a terrifying tear sense of laughter.

Live commentary went into a frenzy:

"What's going on? Is it an easter egg show!"

"God, William Xu was kidnapped by the killer!!!"

Professor Xue sat up straight in an instant, staring closely at the live broadcast.

The pitch-black killer stood behind Xu William, wearing a laughing mask, strangling Xu William's neck with a steel wire, which was exactly his——

"cat".

The hacked screen was divided into two parts, the top one was Xu Weilian's frightened face, and the bottom one started to release him colluding with arms dealers, swallowing kickbacks, cruelty to animals, lewd parties, developing and manufacturing super sensory headbands, causing 23401 ordinary people in the interstellar world The evidence of permanent sensory disturbance is simply a slap in the face of Xu Weilian's just-established upright personality.

The comment barrage area is all watching: "What the hell is the White Tower doing? The killer hasn't been killed for so long?"

"Hey, this kidnapper actually dares to ask the prime minister—"

Black words appeared at the bottom of the screen: As long as the Prime Minister fulfills a small request, I can save his life.

Prime Minister Fibonacci is in his early 60s, with half-white hair and a dignified face, with the perseverance and wisdom of the years in his eyes.He was very angry, and asked straight to the point: "What request do you have? I will try my best to meet it as long as it does not harm the rights of others or violate the law."

Words automatically popped up at the bottom of the interface: "You, draw an oval on the paper for me, then type X in the oval, and finally sign your name. It's very simple."

Fibonacci pondered for a moment, "Forgive me for not agreeing." The live broadcast can be seen all over the world. If the killer uses him to send war signals to someone, he will become a sinner through the ages.

The cold steel wire was brutally strangled into Xu Weilian's neck, "Ah! Help, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me... uh!" His face was blushing, his nostrils snorted, his eyes rolled up, and he was about to be executed on the spot.

Countless spectators covered their eyes in exclamation and dared not look.

"Give me the pen and paper!" The voice was like a bell.

Fibonacci quickly drew the figure and signed it according to the killer's request, "Now, let him go as requested."

Caption: You didn't say "please".

Enduring the rising blood pressure, Fibonacci repeated: "Please, let him go."

"Hey." The killer was very disdainful.

"Crack", the power supply system at the live broadcast site was interrupted, and it was plunged into darkness. Three seconds later, the lights came on, and in the center of the venue was only Xu William, who had fallen to the ground and lost his soul.

Contrary to Professor Xue's expectation, he thought Xiao Mi would kill the other party according to the death notice, but the focus was on that picture.

What is the meaning of a circle, a cross, and the signature of the supreme rights holder?

Xue Fang took out the terminal and was going to contact Miao Xun, wanting to ask him to talk about the permanent binding, and have a meal by the way.

If all goes well, I will go to register tomorrow and move back to my home the day after tomorrow.

No one responded to the message, Xue Fang remembered that "the cat" should be escaping from the roundup, so he exited the interface, but accidentally clicked on the mail interface and clicked on an unread email.

——It was the blind date message that Rong Fang sent him before, he was not interested, so he didn't read it at all.

Very young major general?How good is it? Is Miao Xun as good as it is?He casually pulled down and glanced at it. The resume showed an upright and handsome face. The abstinence of the military uniform suppressed the richness of the facial features, giving people a sense of indifference.

Miao Xun.

Xue Fang couldn't describe whether he was ecstatic or shocked, grabbed the terminal and rushed out the door, he was going to find the "cat"!

At the same time, in the center of the super metropolis floating in the depths of the universe, in the command room overlooking the beautiful scenery of the entire galaxy, the top steward of the Semitic tribe, the third largest force after the Federation and the Empire, bowed 90 degrees and reported:

"Patriarch, 'Cheetah' has fulfilled the impossible condition we proposed, let the prime minister draw a secret totem publicly, do you want to support him to bring down the federal deputy prime minister Yuesa as agreed?"

The man in the virtual image shook his wine glass, turned around with great interest: "Dog eats dog, such a good show, who wouldn't want to watch it."

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

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Prime Minister's residence, secret meeting room——

Fibonacci tapped the mahogany tabletop, with heavy eyes, and asked the young man in front of him, "Yosa, what do you think about this killer?"

Deputy Prime Minister Lopez Yosa lowered his supple eyebrows: "The other party seems to have a lot of background, but obviously he is not here for you. Why don't you check the network of this Representative Xu to see what he has done and who is involved. interests, so as to uproot them.”

In an instant, the dirty water was poured back on Xu Weilian.

The Prime Minister stared at him meaningfully, "As expected of you, you have won my heart." Yosa also smiled, and looked at him with the same aura for a while.

By the time Yaosa returned to his residence, it was already evening.He loosened his tie, undid the top two sapphire buttons of his shirt, loosened his black hair that had been sprayed with hairspray, and walked into the study with a lazy expression on his head.

The image of the monitor was projected on the screen, inside was a gray empty room, he frowned slightly, and ordered into the miniature microphone:

"Bring 'Cheetah' here."

After a while, "Cheetah" walked into the screen, wearing the same pitch-black equipment from the live broadcast just now.

Yaosa stared at the screen, and gave a brief instruction: "Take off your mask and shirt, you know the rules."

Hearing this sentence in the past, his body would vibrate slightly, and the slightest fear always pleased Yaosa.But today, "Cheetah" doesn't care. He frankly throws off his mask and pulls off his jacket. Facing the cement gray wall, he sticks his arms to support his body and stands with his legs slightly apart.

Even the posture of waiting to be beaten is automatically prepared, revealing habitual laziness and contempt everywhere.

The sentinel who replaced the Boss in the execution came in, holding a whip dripping with salt water in his hand.

Yaosa made himself a pot of tea, high-grade black tea produced on planet M5—K, the tea soup was bright red and slightly wavy, much like the cold sweat from the pain mixed with the fresh blood from the whip when it landed on the light honey-colored back The sense of color that meanders down the ridge——

It is especially suitable for tasting when punishing "cheetahs".

Hot flashes, slightly tight, sweet and astringent but also sweet...

The first whip fell on "Cheetah". He seemed unconscious, and played with the small shells in the sand wall lightly with his nails.

Yaosa paused for a moment while holding the small porcelain cup, and said softly to his subordinates, "Add some salt for me."

"Okay, Boss."

His hands grabbed the small bucket, took a large handful of wet sea salt from it, and roughly rubbed it on Miao Xun's bleeding back, rubbing away several freshly scabbed wounds. "Cat" turned his head back slightly, his face was hidden in the dark, and he rolled his throat and let out a laugh, a naked sarcasm.

The warm tea rippling between his lips and teeth, Yaosa listened to the exciting sound of the collision of the whip and the flesh, hummed softly, and beat the beat of the soles of his feet.

Hmm~mmmm, da~da da, da~~ da da...it's a soothing and joyful minuet.

It seems that there is still something missing.

His moist thin lips approached the microphone, and his voice became more and more gentle: "Report the number yourself."

The tortured and numb body finally trembled slightly because of his order——

Everyone thinks that the cats he raises can't meow, but it's not always true.

It's not that he can't bark, but he can only listen to his orders and make a sound in front of him.There are only fixed numbers that can be pronounced correctly.

"……seven……"

"Cat" has a very hoarse voice and can hardly hear the original timbre.

"Eight……"

Compared with the cruel whipping, reporting the number is even more humiliating to him, because these few numbers are the only ones he can accurately tell.

With the "Cheetah" gradually breathing heavily, Yuesa took a sip of the black tea, um...it really tastes sweeter this way.

The kitten that has been beaten and tempered for a long time is selected and grown up according to his preferences, and it belongs only to him.

.........

"Eight...ten..." Miao Xun gasped as he lay on the wall, his back still straight.

"Look at the trouble you caused." Boss reprimanded softly, "I gave you a month off and ordered you to get rid of Xu Weilian at the end of the month, but you made a big fuss and caused me trouble. Also, I wanted to love you , I told you to scrap it later and go undercover for the Rong Corporation to do some easy work, but you didn’t listen, and you wanted to roll around in the front-line meat grinder, it’s really not good.”

"Heh... bah!" "Cat" laughed at him unabashedly, spat to the side, spitting blood from his mouth.

Yuesa warned: "Next time I won't indulge you like this again."

As soon as Boss finished speaking, "Cat" turned around rebelliously. Before his subordinates could scream, their throats were cut by the sharp edge of the small shell.He let go of his hand with a bored face, and let the corpse fall limply, arterial blood gushed to the ceiling, and a thick rain of blood fell.

Miao Xun turned to the monitor, and haughtily made a gesture of shooting to the camera.

Yaosa smiled softly: "Hmph, the kitten has a bad temper."

The temperamental kitten walked out of the small door of the interrogation room and stuck it in a corner where the monitor couldn't see it.

Miao Xun strenuously stretched out his hand behind his back, touched the festering wound, dipped his finger in salt, mixed with his own blood, lowered his head and quietly stuffed it into his mouth to lick it, um... it was salty, it tasted like sea salt... I don't know what to think What, he endured the pain and smiled a little.

Then, his rust-golden eyes returned to a cold desert, he took out the chewing gum in his pocket, chewed it vigorously, spit it out, stuffed the miniature bomb in it, and stuck it on the corridor with a grinning smile——

"boom!!!--"

A panicked report sounded in Guang Guang's mind: "Boss! The cheetah blew up the stronghold, rushed into the team leader meeting and killed six team leaders. We have sent ninety sentries to stop him. What will we do next?"

Yaosa caressed the cold little porcelain cup, and said tenderly, "Same as before, send him to brainwashing, fix him up, enter green card No. 33, and send him to the front."