Chapter 550: Eyebrows come and go

On the way to the dock, the four brothers, who were very unhappy, kept frowning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Lilmuel: Something is wrong!

Duchamp chin outward: "Do you want to jump out of the car and run?" ā€

Mura nodded slightly in agreement.

Olivier glanced at Learmour and gestured for a drag bottle.

Duchamp squeezed his eyebrows vigorously, indicating that he could give up his burden at the critical moment of the revolution.

Olivier frowned, indicating that this was inappropriate.

Duchamp rolled his eyes in anger.

Brother Lan Mao couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it from the side: "Why, you are squeezing your eyebrows like this, is it uncomfortable to get sand in your eyes?" ā€

Duchamp stretched his face: "Any normal person will not feel comfortable being involved in such an unwarranted disaster." ā€

Now, together in a military vehicle, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, they are almost past the treatment of prisoners.

Duchamp snorted, his gaze shifted from the blue-haired brother to the front car, where the governor was sitting. He didn't have anything to say: "Didn't you go with him as a buddy, why didn't he call you in the car and let you suffer bumps with us." ā€

The blue-haired brother laughed: "He loves vanity, and he looks majestic when he sits in it alone!" ā€

Duchamp was extremely disdainful: "How did you become friends with such a stingy person?" ā€

Brother Lanmao said proudly: "When I was in school, he was my follower. ā€

Duchamp shook his head in disbelief: "I don't see this at all." ā€

Brother Lan Haired said unhappily: "Alas, it may be that the position of power has changed people, after becoming the governor, his shelf is much bigger than before. ā€

Duchamp snorted, and on the way to boredom, he had to talk about it. "I remember someone once said without blushing that this position was still given to him by someone."

Brother Lan Mao raised his head to the sky: "Of course, this is the truth. ā€

Duchamp was really speechless, rolled his eyes at the sky, and Leermu immediately picked it up on the side: "If you brag and don't pay taxes, you can blow it desperately." ā€

Brother Lanmao looks like I'm not serious with you.

Duchamp had nothing to say, and continued the topic: "Then why don't you want to be? ā€

Blue-haired gordon stretched out his voice: "That--of course because, Julai is too small, and the land of projectiles is not worthy of me." ā€

Duchamp couldn't help but laugh and tried to continue to build the building: "Then how big does it have to be to be worthy of you?" ā€

Brother Lan Mao thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "Why don't you want the largest state in the empire." ā€

"Hahaha, the largest state in the empire, that is the state of Marel, you have to bring down the Duke of Kane's family and replace it."

The blue-haired brother snorted in a long voice: "What, can't you even think about it?" ā€

"Okay, of course, as long as you dare to think about it, you can replace the Arnoor family."

Brother Lanmao looked like I didn't care about you, and hummed a sentence from his nostrils: "The world of adults, children don't understand!" As soon as the words fell, he was startled by the eyes of the six who stared at him in unison, and asked unconsciously, "What's wrong?" Are you all serious? ā€

Mula, who had always been expressionless, glared at him fiercely for about ten seconds before turning his head away.

Brother Lanmao didn't know that just now he was unknowingly cheated by someone, the sentence 'You can just want to fight down the Arnor family', he didn't refute, which angered the other three ironclad royalists, and the red light of high vigilance had been lit in his heart.

This is not an unwarranted temptation, not only Mula, but even Duchamp's heart, the risk factor of this trip has suddenly increased n times, and he began to finger it, studying how to break the situation if it comes to what happens.

I heard that in some places, the royal authority was not as effective as the imperial capital. If the origin of Mura is revealed and the governor cannot be deterred at all, then will it become a more dangerous move to reveal Olivier's identity again?

The simplest and easiest solution, he had already thought of, was to kidnap the Governor. The strength of the governor, that is, a sixth-order, Duchamp has a lot of confidence to defeat the enemy with one move. As long as you choke the governor by the neck and hold a sharp knife against his throat, the world can be reached. As for the aftermath, what is the aftermath, which is the greater crime of kidnapping the governor or kidnapping the prince?

However, there is also a loophole in this way, that is, the other party may hijack their own personnel in turn, especially the hijacking of Olivier or Learmour, Olivier must not afford to lose, and Learmour, is too poor in self-preservation, and has followed Duchamp and Fang for so long, and now it is only level 21, which is simply a scum with a combat power of only 5, and it is estimated that he was also killed by Brother Lanmao's one move.

However, he has two sixth-order brothers, Mura and Olivier, and against the eighth-order blue-haired brother, he should be able to protect himself and drag it until the Duchamp hijacking operation is completed.

Duchamp was thinking wildly, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the dock. Everyone turned their heads in surprise and looked at a large ship docked on the dock. It was a real warship with front and rear guns, and on top of the ship, a huge search radar soared into the sky. Duchamp's eyes were better than the others, and he could see the underneath the search radar, drawing an eagle-eye symbol and an abbreviation.

Duchamp immediately remembered what Kuro had said before, and understood why he had used this large ship on this trip.

"Why is there such a big guy on a warship?" When he walked across the trestle, Learmu still innocently admired the huge radar and asked shamelessly.

Duchamp decided to tell a joke, and he raised his index finger tightly: "This angle, of course, is for the sake of philosophical questions." ā€

Lilmu did not understand, so he asked angrily: "Why does it think about philosophical questions?" ā€

Duchamp turned around, stood on the trestle, and posed with a perfect forty-five-degree face, which he often posed, and explained with a serious face:

"Liermu, you are ignorant, do you know why my brother is so smart? It is because my brother often looks up at the starry sky at a perfect posture of 45 degrees, thinking about the origin of the universe and how the Big Bang happened, whether dark matter will give birth to the universe or annihilate the universe, and whether it is eternal love or endless desire that inspires human progress.

Of course, with your IQ, you don't need to know the answer to these questions, you just need to get the right angle. Looking up at the sky from this angle, even if you can't see where the truth is, at least the students passing by on campus can see your perfect side face and serious thinking and focused expression, and they can't help but fall in love with you from then on.

The same is true of this search radar, when it has mastered the most perfect posture of forty-five degrees, it can listen to the mysteries of the universe in the most perfect way, explore the trajectory of meteors, and study whether the moon is a ruin or a beautiful goddess living there, and even if it can't detect anything, at least others can see that it is indeed working diligently, so-

-- When we returned home with nothing, some people could not complain about the poor performance of the radar, but could only complain that they had a pig's brain. ā€

When Duchamp first heard the beginning of Duchamp's grand remarks, he was indeed attracted to attention, and when Duchamp talked about such a long list of things, and finally shook out such a burden, even he couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said: "You told this joke a little earlier, how do you know that this radar can't find that boat?" ā€

Duchamp raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked up at the sky, and raised an index finger with a stick: "That's because, this is fate!" ā€

The blue-haired brother was suspicious and ran to the cabin to see the radar search results. In the cabin, technicians are struggling to track a faint signal. After a while, the results of the analysis were already in.

"The signal has been drifting southwest, about 1,000 Cells away from us, and about 130 Cells per hour based on how fast it moves, and it can catch up with it in four hours, depending on the speed of our ships."

The Governor snorted, "Have you run so long to cover such a small distance?" Go all out and catch up with it. ā€

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