At the moment, the Ability HQ is quite busy.

"Xia Yan, you can solve the diseased person you brought back today, if you don't solve it, you should blow yourself up."

The lesions blew themselves up at their headquarters, and the scene was not only painful to watch, but also to their stomachs.

A young man in a white lab coat was busy with various medicines in his hand, and called out to the girl who was sitting by the window in a daze.

The tall boy looks soft, even a bit like a girl, a tear mole with a good-looking face, enough to harm many little girls, but it is not only his appearance that catches the eye, but also the silver snake necklace around his neck.

The pretty girl wore a high ponytail, black boots against the seat opposite, and a slender right hand with a half-cut black glove.

"Be careful, you're wearing a skirt." The young man spoke gently, and although he said this, his eyes never lifted, and he was still busy with the work at hand.

must be used to Jiang Xiayan's swaggering appearance.

"I know, I know, Brother Wen Zhe, I wear safety pants, I wear them every day." With that, he picked up the pistol on the side and walked to the detention place for the diseased person.

May Heaven be free of viruses.

The bullet carries flames through the eyebrows of the diseased person.

After solving today's diseased person, it was handed over to the members who specialized in cleaning up the body of the diseased person to deal with it.

Jiang Xiayan returned to the headquarters laboratory.

"Brother Wen Zhe, why did they keep us at the headquarters to watch the house?" Jiang Xiayan played with a pistol.

"Suppress each other."

"Suppress what, I'm too noisy, are you too quiet and boring?" Jiang Xiayan simply lay down with his face on the table.

"Almost, are you idle? Come here, help me out. ”

Lu Wenzhe is very good to the people in the headquarters, and his speech is almost soft, but it's too boring, her damn brother will accompany her to talk or something.

Jiang Xiayan had no choice but to go over to help, and leaned next to Lu Wenzhe and sniffed.

"What for?" Lu Wenzhe asked with a smile.

"Brother Wen Zhe, you have a fragrant smell on your body, and there is a smell of medicine."

"Alright, help me with something." Lu Wenzhe smiled.

"It's boring, thanks to your sister or my good sister, otherwise I would have died of depression if I put your brother and sister with me."

After complaining about Jiang Xiayan, he obediently shut up and helped.