Juan turned his head to look at the door of the restaurant again and again, but fifteen minutes had passed, and K still hadn't appeared.

Brother Fran recovered, and he exclaimed, "It's too much! It's too much! Black light bastard! No wonder I always lose every time I play against him, he cheats! He looks at my hole cards! ”

"No, you're playing cards with black lights? Aren't you opposed? ”

"Who said that, I have a good personal relationship with Black Light, we drink and play together, I also know his wife, and the three of us play 'fighting landlords'."

Juan was surprised: "How come, but you are competitors, you are opponents with completely different opinions, you are life and death!" ”

"Differences of opinion? Indeed, I like dumplings, which wrap the vegetables and meat without leaking a bit, and eat them in one go, regardless of whether the juice will flow to the chin;

"And the black light likes to eat salad, pick and choose, eat what he wants, but he doesn't want any juice to drip on his body, and he is so restrained that he is ......"

Juan felt that eating different tastes was different from disagreement, and he was about to interrupt, but he heard Fran continue:

"But one thing we all have in common, and that is that we all like to play 'Fighting Landlords'.

"'Fighting the landlord' is very interesting, either the landlord suppresses the peasants, or the peasants bring down the landlords.

"I've always felt that playing cards with a black light is too slimy.

"He was playing cards and talking about something, 'Wife, I'm sorry, you have the freedom to play cards, but I have to hold you down', which was very annoying.

So I told him that playing cards is either unruly to the landlord, and when you become a landlord, you must be strong, and you should not care about the cards in the hands of the peasants at all.

"My landlord is much more refreshed, suppresses the whole process, and absolutely does not give farmers a chance to play their cards."

Juan seemed to understand something, and he didn't seem to understand anything.

He carefully followed the tone of Brother Fran and changed the subject:

"I believe that your sign, the black light must be clear.

"Because through the NSA, he can see the save in your brain's chip.

"By analyzing the archive, studying your speeches, looking at your actions, the black light must have studied you inside and out."

Brother Fran said angrily: "This is wrong! Black lights shouldn't be used on big shots! What is it about landlords and landlords to be aggressive? It's a pure waste of resources! ”

When the eldest brother said this, he turned his head to look at Juan with a persecutive gaze and asked:

"Juan, what do you think?"

I'm not Yuan Fang, who will I ask if you ask me?

Juan, who thought like this, was not happy in his heart.

He weakly protested, "Brother Fran, will you tell the people about this to their faces?" ”

"I never touch the people!"

Fran said righteously: "The people love to worship idols, and idols cannot be blemished."

"That's why I've always kept my distance from the public, and distance helps hide my flaws.

"In this way, I can create a perfect image on the Internet."

Juan was dizzy, and he said: "But I have obviously seen many, many photos, photos of you with people at the bottom, as well as videos of street speeches, live broadcasts of conversations with people, and interviews with people asking questions." ”

Brother Fran waved his hand: "It's all fake, the group photo is PS, the video is synthetic, the live broadcast is post-production with green screen motion capture, and the interview is performed in advance for a good draft." ”

"This, that's okay?"

Brother Fran said proudly: "Of course, you see, I didn't succeed." ”

At this time, Juan remembered the Capitol Hill incident, and those people who were lured to Capitol Hill responded to the call of "Big Brother Fran".

Although, that was actually K's call to use this image to forge it.

But it also shows that Brother Fran has indeed succeeded in creating an image that convinces the public.

While Juan was thinking, Brother Fran said:

"Juan, let me tell you, you are now the head of the planet, a big man, just like me.

"As a senior, I advise you that keeping a distance from the people is a must to maintain your image."

Juan lowered his head and muttered, "I, I'm not used to it yet." ”

"You'll get used to it."

At this time, K came over: "What are you talking about?" ”

The dilemma of planetary coordinates is solved, but for some reason, Juan is not very happy.

He was now sure that even if K sent Big Brother Fran to the Coalition Investigation Bureau and completed the B-rank mission, Big Brother Fran would be fine.

So he decided to give Fran a hand.

He said, "K, Brother Fran is very talkative, take out the capsule bomb in his body." ”

K glanced at Juan suspiciously, and refused:

"This is a token, an important token to maintain the trust between me and Brother Fran.

"Without such an important token, how can I trust Brother Fran and make Brother Fran trust me?"

You don't trust anyone.

Juan didn't say that, he sighed, and suddenly felt like nothing was boring.

He didn't eat anymore and just left the restaurant.

Juan, who went straight to the bar, saw Morgan.

In front of Morgan was a bottle of tequila made from blue agave grass called Tequila.

On the side, the well-behaved Zerella was salting the rim of the cup that had been brushed with lemon juice.

Then Zerella poured a third of the glass of tequila and handed it to Morgan, instructing, "Only drink so much." ”

Morgan bargained, "My hands are good enough to drink." ”

"No, the doctor said you're not fully recovered."

Morgan "grunted" and turned the two walnuts in his right hand and said, "Where there is no recovery, you see, what a dexterous hand." ”

Juan looked amused and stepped forward to beckon, "Hi Morgan, hi Zarella, are you having fun hunting?" ”

Zerella politely saluted, "Hello, Head of the Planet. ”

Morgan, on the other hand, asked directly, "What happened last week, when you suddenly sent me a video, and then asked the Dragonman Self-Defense Force to escort me out hunting?" ”

Juan avoided the truth and said, "Don't you like hunting?" ”

"Of course I like hunting, but when I come back and know that you've been asleep for a week, I always feel that something is not right."

"What's wrong, I'm not good, how are your hands? Looks like he's recovering well, can you shoot? ”

"The hand strength is still a little worse, and I can't hold the recoil of the Winchester shotgun."

"It's going to be fine with practice, what about Zerella, is there any progress?"

Speaking of Zerella, Morgan smiled.

"Xiao Nizi has made rapid progress, this time she killed a swift leopard alone, I didn't fire a shot, she did it all by herself."

"Awesome, Zerela, you're a good hunter. Morgan, tell me the details. ”

Juan's gag made Morgan completely forget about being suddenly transferred out hunting.

Morgan spoke with great interest about the details of the hunt.

But Zereira gave Juan a meaningful look.

But she didn't say anything, just obediently brought a wine glass, poured a third of the tequila for Juan, and placed it in front of him.

Juan drank and listened to the chatter of his old friend Morgan.

Then he looked outside, and it wasn't dark yet.