Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

"The purpose statement is that I did not come to cause trouble, and I also ask you not to make compelling moves."

Stick Insect spoke in the usual low tone, and looked straight at Roland.

"I heard that there is a guy who can erase his sense of existence, and actually I feel that it is still very wonderful."

Facing a sudden visitor, Roland smiled bitterly.

He has been in contact with flower praying mantises, and has heard from spiders about insect killers that are good at mimicry, and he knows more about stick insects.

In terms of combat capability, its strength may not be as good as Gloria, but when it comes to "assassination technology", relying on hiding blind spots and calmly starting stunts, stick insects are enough to rank in the top ten of the assassination skill list.

This outstanding assassin appeared in a small restaurant, obviously not to gossip and homely, or to try Albion's dark dishes on a whim.

"So, what help can you provide?"

With an expression of sigh, Roland went straight to the subject.

The stick insect didn't immediately talk, and looked away from the empty can at the corner of the dining table.

"...It seems that at most one day, you will have to honestly taste Albian cuisine. Are you going to stick to the Starry School and persevere until the whole incident is resolved?"

In a word, Roland and his party recalled the thrilling picture of the pierced fish heads on the pie, and the expression collapsed instantly.

Luncheon meat and margarine are not good tastes, but if you eat them wrapped in bread and salt, there is no problem, but Albian cuisine...

"It's mortal."

Stick Insect said firmly:

"Because of his youthfulness. He ingested a lot of this junk food every day. After ten years, he began to be entangled with various hair loss, body shape, gastrointestinal diseases, cardiovascular diseases, diabetes. All kinds of medicines-should this kind of life be quite happy?"

"Well... verbose! Where are you from the health care salesman?"

"Indeed, your food safety and health issues are indeed beyond my concern, so let us get back to the topic."

Stick Insect nodded, maintaining a steady expression:

"We already have clues about the information you want most."

The tea that calmed the mind was almost spewed out, but fortunately, there was a tragic precedent for Mr. Waldo, and this message was somewhat expected. Roland did not lose his gaze again.

The original intention of the bombing was to smoke the jewelry thief from a safe hiding place. Under a high-frequency explosion once a day, even if the spy himself can calm down, the surrounding personnel may not be able to guarantee the usual peace of mind, especially when the location of the explosion gradually approaches his own side. Spies in anxiety are most likely to make subtle mistakes.

Said it was wrong. In fact, if it is not the company's field staff, identify the suspects in advance. Pay special attention to the target, and with those clean methods of spies, they really can't catch any handle.

"Although 100% confidence has not yet been obtained, the approximate location has been determined."

"please wait for a moment."

Gloria, who had been silent, raised her hand suddenly, and the stick insect crooked her neck, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is this okay? Now that everyone is looking for jewelry thieves with red eyes, it is so simple to disclose important information to us?"

There is no free lunch in the world, not to mention the important information that can control the current situation. The target of negotiation is the world's famous profiteers. Gloria does not feel that the other party provides it based on goodwill and morality.

Even if Roland’s guardian was behind the opponent, his true intentions were doubtful.

"I'm only responsible for conveying information and terms of negotiation. As for whether I accept it or not, it is your freedom."

"Negotiation conditions?"

"Such important information can't be sold in vain?"

"What are the conditions?"

Roland leaned back in his chair, his stretched face slightly loosened.

The so-called condition is nothing more than an addition. The real purpose is to let the relatively restricted group of people come forward, penetrate into the suspected hiding place, and smoke out the spy who has roughly locked the scope.

Regarding the status quo, this is indeed a very good idea.

You can’t let the spy run away, it’s a failure, and you can’t let the entire spy net be taken by Walsingham. Not to be able to engage in more over-the-top moves than the explosion show, it is tantamount to putting the relationship with Albion and even the entire strategy to the utmost.

Let their extremely complex squad go to raid, and regardless of whether they can seize the spy to regain the jewelry, the objections of all parties will be relatively weakened: compared with the red knives pulling the hind legs, let a group of hairy boys first Things and people can get it, and then consider how to monopolize or multiply the benefits; even if you can't catch the spy, you can play the grass and scare the snake effect is much better than the current headless flies.

The most important thing is that Roland will not refuse this task.

It is indeed like the solution proposed by Li Linhui. Except for people with strong conscience and moral sense, every game participant will always be satisfied. The joyous people always ignore this, and the real and long-term benefits are taken away by Li Lin.

Although it is somewhat unwilling to be used in this way, under the influence of the current form and the sense of responsibility derived from it, Roland does not intend to tangle this problem.

"Free from virginity."

With a snap, Roland even fell back with the chair.

Unshakably, Stick Insect pulled out a small medicine jar from the jacket pocket and placed it on the table. Through the glass without impurities, a small blue pill was visible.

"Any woman here can do it, the number of people is unlimited, the environment is random, and the health care products are enough. If there is a prop to help props or the environmental requirements of the venue, please fill out the declaration form, and we will try our best to meet it. If the medicine cannot be met, there is The assistance of professionals who hone their skills by licking milk and cucumber on the plate..."

"P! Enough! Stop!"

Roland held his head and stopped loudly, and then let the stick insect talk, he really had to die to thank the world.

"So, please answer "want" or "no"?"

Isn't it a question of whether or not it is necessary? ! Roland desperately vomited in his heart, and then struggled to ask:

"Is there a second option?"

"Have."

Affirming Roland’s question, the stick insect picked up the white metal box resting on the ground, with the red and white umbrella-shaped mark facing upwards, pressing a few number buttons, the horizontal column lock around the box rotated 90°, and a milky white mist leaked out , The box slides open like a drawer.

When the mist dissipated, Roland appeared in front of them... two white lunch boxes?

"this is……"

The alarm on the inside of the body screamed with all strength. Some terrible but very vague memories seemed to be coming up, but the trembling hand of the teenager was still on the lunch box.

Lifting the lid slightly, a devastating smell immediately erupted from inside. The birds flying in the air fell to the ground, and the wild cats and wild dogs only had a time to whine, and fell to the ground and twitched. Rats and cockroaches escaped from the horns and ran towards the Thames. The nearby merchants and pedestrians covered their noses and noses, rolled their necks on the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The teenagers in the center are even more tragic, like Diana has passed out very simply .

The source of the odor-a monkfish resembling red stew or braised in the lunch box, two big eyes twirling, the tentacles above the head tied with a pink ribbon bow, suddenly left and right Flick. In the soup of blood pool hell, it is unknown whether it is shrimp or centipede.

"This is the lunch prepared by the President for your young master-red braised parent-child monkfish, the material is fresh deep-sea monkfish, and the condiments are the worms and grubs in the laboratory, with the devil's red pepper stew in the southern colony."

Wearing a gas mask, stick insects added:

"The adult said,'Cooking is an important channel for parent-child communication. It's just that I haven't been cooking for a long time. Let Roland try a full father's love.' As long as you master, eat these dishes without any leftovers, I will also provide information immediately. Okay, please choose? Is it to say goodbye to virginity or to eat bento?"

The gas mask was predominantly staring at Roland, who couldn't even speak, and his voice was still intact, just like he was reading a script. (To be continued...)