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Mu Qing felt a little puzzled, so she asked directly. Anyway, Hugo is not a tight-lipped person like Stendhal.

"Why does it feel like you all know Casanova?"

Yes, why on earth is that, since he left Rome, has the name appeared too many times?

"Hey! Hey! Sir, do you know this person?" Hugo in the driver's seat let out a series of exclamations. He was actually just complaining casually. He didn't expect Mu Qing to reply at all, but since Mu Qing answered the words, That means he can't stop: "Let me tell you, that guy is so annoying, you must stay away from him. If you see him in any country, just report him without hesitation." It's done!"

When Mu Qing heard this, he realized that Casanova was even more hated than he imagined. Was he on the blacklist of the whole of Europe?Can such a person also become an intelligence worker?

Hugo seemed to have noticed his doubts, and there was a hint of anger in his voice, and if he listened carefully, he could still hear the sound of grinding his teeth.

"That guy's supernatural ability is too shameless! The ability of the space system is already unsolvable enough, but his supernatural ability is also linked to time. Let alone France, there is no supernatural ability that can catch him in the whole of Europe. Those who can!

That guy is so unscrupulous because no one can touch him. It's abominable to poach Mr. Voltaire's corner! "

When will they also have a space system ability user!We must beat Casanova madly!

Mu Qing:

Ah well, he doesn't intend to gossip, but can you talk about how to dig the corner?Before he had time to ask Stendhal, how could such an interesting matter be missing him?

"I saw this man in Rome, is he blond and handsome?"

"Yes, it's this guy. His ability is called 'My Life', and he can return to the place and time he once marked at will."

"Wait—" Mu Qing thought it was just a simple space-type ability, and it was a bit outrageous when it involved time!

"Indeed, if he could go back to any point in time, he'd probably be insane long ago. Although he can reach all the places he's marked before, he can only activate it when he's on the verge of death in terms of backtracking time, and It is limited to recalling the condition of his body, and most importantly, these two abilities cannot be used at the same time."

It turns out that if he can adjust time and space at the same time, this person's ability is a bit outrageous.But speaking of it, why is Hugo so familiar with Casanova?

"you two?"

While rescuing the steering wheel from Hugo who was about to die on the spot, Balzac explained to Mu Qing: "When Victor first entered the commune, he met Casanova on his first mission. At that time, Hugo After chasing him for half a month, he finally ran away."

The dispute between these two people seems to be quite big, right?Do it like an old enemy.

Hugo sneered, not knowing whether he was mocking himself or Casanova: "I am not worthy of his old enemy, this guy's old enemy is all over Europe, so I said, wait for someone with supernatural powers who can restrain him to appear that day, This guy was the first to be beaten by the gang."

When he was younger, he relied on his superpowers to be unscrupulous. He thought that after joining the commune, he would be able to shine, but he didn't expect that he would encounter Waterloo on his first mission and be sneaked halfway across the European continent. moon.

But thanks to the failure of the first mission, he suddenly became more stable. Although he still talks and acts as casually as before, he really has too many considerations in his heart.

In the past ten years, there have been quite a few people with supernatural powers, and most of them have stumbled at the hands of Casanova. That's why Hugo said that he was the first to be beaten by a group.

However, it is not so easy for people with supernatural abilities to restrain themselves. Hugo's dream may have to wait for a while.

When they were talking about Casanova, Heine didn't say a word the whole time.

Mu Qing originally wanted to take care of this autistic child, but Hugo was more enthusiastic than him. When he stopped halfway to rest for supplies, he pulled Heine to ask things, handing him water and bread.

When they went back, they naturally couldn't go from the area already captured by Italy. They could only choose to go through the Ethiopian interior, and then return to Europe by boat near Egypt.

Mu Qing still underestimated the training of high-end espionage personnel in various countries during this period of time—it was outrageous, such a small language was actually what they learned.

While resupplying in the passing town, the two 'illiterate' Mu Qing and Heine could only keep their mouths shut and wait quietly in the car.

Residents here are wary of people with obvious differences in appearance. After all, almost all the people here are soldiers. In order to maintain their freedom, they will do everything they can. In this small town, only some old people and children are left .

In this kind of place, even if you have money, it is difficult to buy things. Balzac traded the dagger he carried with him for some drinking water, and the rest of the day may have to rely on compressed biscuits to survive.

"It's really difficult!" Hugo never looked like a qualified spy, he was more like a vacation than a mission.

"It's a good thing Honore is here, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this place." Hugo was obviously holding a scratched iron cup, but the way he leaned crookedly against the car door, with an overly relaxed expression, It makes people feel that what he is holding is not a cup that can be bought at a roadside stall, but a ceramic cup filled with hot coffee.

Because Hugo was driving the car from the beginning to the end, he was going to rest now, and there was no substitute, so everyone could only stop and rest on the side of the road.

But no one is driving because the other three people in the car can't drive: Mu Qing's car technician Stendhal has told Hugo in advance that he must not touch the steering wheel, and no one in Heine has ever thought of letting him touch the steering wheel. Tell him how to drive, anyway, all the previous missions were followed by someone; as for Balzac, this person is the most outrageous.

Not long after he realized that he was outrageous, he got into the car. Sitting in the back, Mu Qing noticed that Balzac’s arm had never stopped. When he poked his head to look at it, Hugo told him half sweetly and half complaining—— —He was writing a mission report.

"Isn't this kind of thing going back and writing?"

In any case, Balzac started to write this kind of paper mission report when he was still in Ethiopian territory, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to go back?

"Huh? It doesn't matter." Hugo replied casually: "Anyway, it is impossible for someone to stop us. If we are really discovered, we can fight all the way back. But this is impossible, Honore is very powerful Yes, the route back must be arranged."

At this time, Balzac stopped writing condescendingly, and his tone was full of praise for Hugo: "Although he is usually lazy, I still have confidence that Victor will return to France no matter where he is."

Sitting in the back seat, Mu Qing observed the backs of the two heads. She didn't expect that their mutual trust was so deep, but what does this have to do with Balzac's writing in the car?

"Well, it's his personal habit. If he was partnered with others, he would have been kicked like this. The mission report written every time he goes out is as thick as a book. Although he writes well, the idiots above are not I won't watch it!"

Balzac also stopped writing at this time, and refuted Hugo: "You have never written a mission report, have you? A normal partner should be one person at a time."

"Anyway, you'll rewrite what I've finished, so why don't you just help me write mine!"

In short, the reason for why Balzac was so eager to write in the car is very simple. It is entirely because this person is obsessive-compulsive, and he feels that he needs to write down everything in the mission process.

For example, in the small town that he just passed by, how many old people and children, how many women, and how much food there are in the town, he thinks this is an important detail that reflects the war situation in Ethiopia.But the point is that there are too many such details, and he has to write everything down.

This also led to him basically never stopping except for rest time and meal time at night.He didn't stop, so naturally Hugo was the only one driving.

Hugo, who was leaning on the car door, stretched his waist and interrupted Mu Qing's memory: "If you go on like this, you will be able to reach Sudan in about a day, and then you can relax a bit."

"It's best not to, we can all show up in Ethiopia, which means other people can too." Balzac put the notebook back in his pocket, opened the car door, and urged: "Our goal this time is too big, we should go back as soon as possible." Better to go to Paris."

"Okay————" Hugo dragged his voice, and returned to the driving seat with great resistance.

Mu Qing and Heine got out of the car to do some random activities, and they have just returned to the car. Both of them are people who will not feel bored after a day's car ride. Heine is in a daze, and Mu Qing is in his head. Crazy surfing, after all, in such a world, there is always enough knowledge.

If you wait until something happens to prepare every time, you will definitely miss the best time.

For example, he is enjoying watching "Russian from the beginning to the soil" now. He said that French names are difficult to deal with, but he is still casual. Obviously, Soviet names are the most difficult to deal with!

He now feels that the most difficult thing to look at in the history of Soviet literature is not the Russian language, but the names of people mixed in every sentence.

It's not that you have made your own names so complicated, wouldn't it be awkward to call them yourself!

I don't know if others are buried in the ground, anyway, Mu Qing feels that he is going to be buried in the ground.

The days in the car passed quickly, and the entire Ethiopian army was concentrated on the Italian front, and the border on the other side was like no man's land.

When the car passed through no man's land, it was like a fork was inserted into a soft cake. Nothing happened at all, and it ended very smoothly.