Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

fish tank?

goldfish?

Will there be a fish tank in the sky? ?Does God scatter goldfish? ? ?

Mr. Agent's face is covered with question marks. If you look closely, you will find that those question marks spell "Whatthefuck" on his face.

"Don't think too much, it was sent by Superman. It's just that he has other things to do, and he didn't have time to come down to greet him. He threw the fish tank and fish down and flew away."

While explaining to the agent, Aum reached into the fish tank and touched the smooth scales of the goldfish. He was very satisfied with the efficiency and quality of the superman express delivery that must reach the mission—the goldfish’s spirit and vitality are very strong, and they are not in the process of transportation. was tossed in.

The agent immediately looked up sharply, but saw nothing.

"It's already gone, Superman is very busy." Aum teased the fish while reminding: "If you react quickly, you might still see his red cape."

Mr. Agent withdrew his head resentfully.

Back to business, Aum finally rubbed the goldfish's head, withdrew his hand, and signaled to the agent how to verify that Aquaman is really Aquaman, so hurry up.

"Uh……"

The agent glanced at Neptune holding the fish tank with no expression on his face, suddenly felt guilty, opened and closed his mouth for a long time before hesitatingly squeezed out a few words:

"...Or, let the goldfish dance?"

After finishing speaking, the agent couldn't help shivering, feeling his body temperature plummet by ten degrees.

Dance?

The CIA agents really dare to think and do it, a good idea.

Aum raised his hand and tapped twice on the outer wall of the fish tank, "Arthur?"

Arthur hugged the fish tank, sat upright, stared ahead, unmoved.

Only, as long as he doesn't meet Aum's eyes, he, he has the confidence to insist on playing fish in the middle!

"Arthur?"

The corners of Aum's mouth, which was still ignored, gradually curled up, turning into a peaceful smile with a holy light, but his eyes gradually became abnormal.He opened his lips and spit out two words: "Battle damage."

After a while, the goldfish tap danced in the fish tank.

Can you resist and disrespect Aum's request?hehe!nonexistent!

Don't ask why a goldfish without feet can tap dance, because it is controlled by a man named Neptune.

Mr. Agent stared out his eyeballs. The world view that was finally put back in half was completely broken into scum, and the possibility of trying to put it back together was infinitely close to zero.

He is simple!He is so simple!

He only knows that Neptune can communicate with fish, but he didn't expect that Neptune can actually make goldfish tap dance!

Tsk tsk tsk Goldfish's little dancing posture is so enchanting~ It's much prettier than his dancing!

Aum showed a satisfied smile to his brother, probably similar to the kind smile of "I've raised such a big boy, at least it's finally useful".He knew that his brother was quite obedient on the surface, but in his heart he might be imitating the one hundred and eight strokes of beating up his brother.

However, it doesn't matter, as a man who controls the family's financial power, he has plenty of ways to punish his brother :).

"Tap dancing is pretty good..."

The agent praised goldfish, but his blurred eyes couldn't stop wandering to Arthur's chest muscles.

To be honest, he dared to swear with the sharp eyes of his ten-year-old agent that Aquaman's chest muscles are absolutely perfect!

Perfect shape!

Perfect arc!

Perfect size!

Perfect body fat ratio!

He is sure that if Neptune's chest muscles are violently stretched, he will definitely be able to pinch the cucumber!

This is... the ultimate dream of all men! ! !With Neptune's pectoral muscles, will he still not be able to get a girl?

Speaking of which, Thor's chest muscles should also be... The agent glanced at the direction of the rear seat, and then clicked his tongue regretfully. The Thor who had recovered his male body was no longer covered with white soft armor, but a white soft armor. The dark silver armor he often wears.Although the curvature of his pectoral muscles can still be seen through the armor, it is impossible to specifically judge whether the shape is perfect.

It’s better to be Neptune who loves to wear T-shirts...

If you have big pectoral muscles, then show them off openly...why hide them in armor?

waste!Violence!

Why?Why did Thor suddenly have a long green object on his pectoral muscle? ? ?

Just blinking his eyes, Mr. Agent saw a green strip suddenly appearing on Thor's chest, not too long, stretching across Thor's chest barely spanning two large pectoral muscles.

It seems to be... the snake that Aum held in his hand just now?

It turns out that snakes also like big chest muscles...

He just said that big pectoral muscles are the treasure of men, it seems that this is a male snake!

"Agent."

Suddenly something sounded in Mr. Agent's ear, but it felt as if it was separated by a layer of veil, and the sound seemed very far away.

"Mr. Agent?"

The sound seemed closer.

"Mr. Agent!"

The sound exploded directly at the entrance of the ear canal like a thunderbolt!

"Huh? Ah? Ah——? You called me?" Mr. Agent finally came back to his senses in shock. He bounced up half his body from the seat like a rabbit, almost hitting the roof of the car.

Hastily withdrawing his gaze from Thor's chest, Mr. Agent saw that he claimed to be the Prince of Atlantis—well, he can no longer say that he is a self-proclaimed one, and Aquaman can control goldfish to tap dance. It must not be a fake, then The blond man who claimed to be a prince should also be the real one. Ohm, heaved a sigh of relief, "It's you...what do you want me to do?"

Aum's face was not very good-looking.

His eyes are always lingering on the chests of Arthur and Sol, his eyes are explicit and full of covetousness, what on earth is this guy trying to do!

If it wasn't for the fact that they personally carried this guy out of the CIA, he would have wondered if he had met a liar pretending to be an agent!

Loki almost bit into it just now, and sent him to the Venom Hospital for first aid and hell!

If it wasn't for worrying that CIA agents would be in trouble, he might really let the little Rocky snake bite him!

"Since Arthur has proved that he is him, and I am really me. So can I trouble you to look away for a while?" Aum's face was cold and stern, his eyes were icy, "We need to talk about business, hurry up !"

Mr. Agent was embarrassed for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"It's just a routine physical assessment." He explained solemnly.

Aum expressed understanding on the surface, but in actual action, he inserted his palm between the agent's eyes and Arthur's chest muscles very calmly.

"No need." Orm smiled slightly, showing eight teeth, inexplicably resembling some kind of deep-sea hunter, "I know all about Arthur's body data."

Mr. Agent was terrified, and looked away very obediently, looking at his nose, nose and heart.

Big pectoral muscles, envy is envy, but since there is an owner, then forget it, otherwise it will be bad if the owner of big pectoral muscles misunderstands and gets involved in some bloody incident...

Aum withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

"what is your name?"

The agent opened his mouth to answer, but opened his mouth halfway, then suddenly closed his mouth in vigilance.

Ask for a name?what?Do you want to check your account?

Aum said slowly, "If you want to be called 'Mr. Agent, Mr. Agent' all the time, I have no problem."

"...Ben." Mr. Agent refused to give his full name, and emphasized: "I believe that Neptune and Thor are not bad guys. They can help you once, but they can't break the law! Release me immediately after helping!"

"Okay, okay." Aom agreed repeatedly, with a perfunctory attitude and no distraction.

It's really not convincing...

Ben couldn't help feeling that he was born in a pirate ship, and he thought about the desolation of the CIA.I always feel that there is a pit in front of me, and he has to step down, and he will be kicked down if he doesn't!

"What on earth are you going to ask me to do?"

"Easy." Orm snapped his fingers in front of Ben, "Take us to the police station where Shirley, a citizen of Atlantis, called the police. I need to talk to her."

Is it too late for him to jump out of the car and escape?

"...Where is this not breaking the law or breaking the discipline?"

"As long as you haven't been caught, it's not illegal." Omri was not straightforward but confident, "Aren't you a senior agent of the CIA? You must have a high level of authority. Go to the local police station in New Jersey to see the informant to understand the situation." , Very normal behavior, if you are lucky, you will never be discovered."

"How do you know I'm a senior agent?"

"Searched your lower body while you were unconscious." Aum smiled frankly, without guilt, "By the way, your CIA ID photo shooting skills need to be improved, and you are more than eight degrees uglier than your real person."

"..." Then you fucking asked me my name? !

I thought that the little prince Aum from Atlantis might really be the Emperor of Europe. If we want to prove it, we only need one example - he was reincarnated as the prince of Atlantis who is rich in the world.If it is said that the ordinary N-generation rich man was born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, this guy was reincarnated directly holding a diamond mine!

Under the blessing of the European Emperor's halo, Ben used his CIA certificate to clear the way and successfully entered the police station in a small town in Xinzhou, New Jersey, and met the informant Shirley who was protected in the reception room.

The police in the police station didn't even ask to check the IDs of Aum and others who followed him!

Ben took a deep breath, trying to comfort himself that it was only because the police in the small town police station trusted the CIA, not because of lack of vigilance and strict management!

However, when the police sent him into the reception room where the informant was, and then left without saying a word and closed the door very tactfully, they sighed thoroughly and could no longer find a reason.

To be reasonable, police brothers, do you trust the CIA too much? ? ?

"Your Majesty Arthur! Your Highness Orm!"

The short-haired girl who was originally sitting on the sofa in the reception room stood up abruptly, saluted Arthur and Aum respectfully, and then returned to a straight standing posture, with her head bowed and her hands tied.

His face was haggard, his lips were chapped, his clothes didn't fit well, and there were faint scars on his sleeves and collar.

Relying on the venomous eyes of many years of secret agents, Ben instantly concluded that the informant's condition was quite bad, and he had even been tortured to a certain extent.But now the obviously injured reporter stood up respectfully, waiting for her king and prince's orders.

The yoke of the wicked feudal system!Ben secretly rolled his eyes in disgust.

The moment Shirley stood up, Orm slapped Arthur on the back with lightning speed.

Caught off guard, Arthur was pushed by Orm to take two steps before stabilizing his figure. He just stood in front of Shirley who got up to salute, and lowered his head to meet the top of Shirley's head.

"Oh-oh! Hello, Shirley, hello!"

Arthur is not very good at dealing with this kind of situation, and he is not good at dealing with women. He greeted Shirley incoherently, and at the same time turned his head to ask his brother for help, but saw Aum just staring at Shirley in a daze. , completely ignore him.

Aum ignores people...

Arthur scratched his hair in distress, and finally pulled out some countermeasures from a corner of his mind - for example, should the lady sit down first?

"and many more--"

Aum strode over to stop Arthur's movement, still fixed his gaze on Shirley, and asked suddenly, "Shirley, is your grandpa's name Wright?"

Everyone present was keenly aware that Shirley flinched slightly before replying, "Yes, Your Highness Aum."

"So—" Aum dragged his chin, "—you are a nobleman." He said affirmatively.

"Yes."

Everyone heard a little helplessness from Shirley's voice.

"So, can you answer a question for me—"

Aum's slow and elongated voice sounded like an aria commonly used by nobles at first glance, but upon careful listening, it was full of disgust.

"—As a nobleman with outstanding combat power, how did you get kidnapped in Atlantis by land people who have difficulty adapting to the deep sea environment?"

Aum's face was filled with undisguised suspicion.

The author has something to say:

The answer to yesterday's question is: Superman Express, the mission must be achieved!

The answer shared by the little blue ink and purple angel is very good, the author almost dialed the number after reading it~——

Superman Express, went up to the watchtower, down to Atlantis, went back quickly, (no help) except for the occasional express loss (battle damage), there is no shortage, Batman's recommendation, Iron Man's trust, you deserve to have.Don't hesitate to dial the QR code at the bottom of the screen to call the electric switch for a long time and come to make an appointment.The top 100 viewers have the opportunity to get a signed copy of Superman, and even more chance to get a photo signed by Superman. Hurry up and grab your mobile phone to buy it.

And the little angel of Jingnian guessed it right. Another plot that the author has considered~ The author has considered letting the little angel Barry deliver the goods, but in the end he chose the winner version of Dachao who soaked in bats~

As an onmyoji who is not a chieftain, it hurts to write the word "agent", and the default input method will always be "special attack"_(:з)∠)_

The author swears to God that he has absolutely no idea about Arthur and Saul's chest muscles!absolute!

Loki must not come to your door with a dagger, QAQ!