"Hey! What did you do again? ”

When the classic black-haired female ghost, who had not appeared in sight for a long time, appeared with a haggard face that seemed to be a living soul after staying up all night, Omer was swiping his finger over the Jiemen District News Network on the electronic screen.

There is no need to look for it, "Illegal Placement of Triggered Neutron Bombs?! The General Police Department dispatched a bomb disposal team to the outskirts of Jiemen late at night, the Monster Boom Enterprise Park! The title of the "Legal Section" stands on the front page of the legal section, and when you click on it, it is an illustrated report, which not only has on-site photos of the enterprise park, but also pictures of the bomb disposal team performing its work, and even a video link to click.

It seems that there are dedicated reporters who are not afraid of hardships and dangers to go to the scene in person, and everything is recorded in great detail.

But in this era, it is clear that drones are working harder.

It's just that this report obviously focuses entirely on describing the professionalism and dedication of the bomb disposal team, and the whole article is full of praise that is eager to ask for credit, and it is reasonable to see that the signature of the news writer is indeed the propaganda port of the police station.

Omer doesn't care that there are no photos of himself and Sero and others on it, but it is right to say that there is no one, and the reporter of this vicious case usually does anonymous treatment, so as not to push the person to the forefront and increase the hidden danger.

The real thanks, commendations, and even rewards are done in private, like Beatrix and her men who had left the office only a few minutes earlier.

Of course, this kind of link usually has nothing to do with the Secret Service, and it is only two possibilities for Beatrix to come to the docking, one is that the big man above has humanized the interpersonal relationships in Omer's profile, and the other is that Beatrix has applied on her own.

Of course, the possibility of combining the two is not impossible, but Omer doesn't care.

Qian was very concerned about this, and after the other party and his party left, she couldn't wait to point out the operation of this group of people to rub breakfast.

This is a sin to add to this, after all, it was an invitation made by Omer himself.

While the group of people who should have been busy would agree to be a bit surprised, he was also 'battle-hardened' and was comfortable with the 'temporary increase in kitchen work'.

However, these are all trivial things in life, and they are insignificant compared to the upcoming work inspection.

If you ask what the inspection of the job is, the trainer's work test is naturally the race of the horse racing girl, and the mercenary's work test is the battle that will come after taking over the commission - so Omer sent Akane to the school with a safe and fast teleportation, and then arrived at the academy with a locomotive.

In order to have a decent grade, even if you don't sleep enough, you can't rest. It's like he is staying in the activity room right now - although he wants to snuggle up in the arms of the sofa for a while, he still draws out yesterday's news section.

Then he was found by a female ghost with an even worse complexion.

"What a female ghost! The old lady is alive! ”

"Oh, living female ghost."

"You bastard! Honestly, what did you do last night! The association has given a new order to the old lady! ”

The Sunday Tranquility Commissioner, who was dancing his teeth and claws, came up as if he was about to use a frenzied grappling stance, and then was taken by the unresponsive Omer's hands.

But this also easily formed a wrestling trend, and the disadvantage of Linton's trainer was obvious, after all, Sunday Tranquility, who had returned to the flesh, had the power to surpass the college horse racing girl, as once mentioned, 'after retiring, the horse racing girl who has not relaxed her physical fitness and physical requirements'.

Of course, Omer was skeptical of the purity of her workouts.

Rudolph would probably find time to run around the gym and his own training ground, while a guy like Tranquility, who simply hates the field on Sunday, is mostly soaking in a jar when he runs around with his soul out of his body.

or using potions, or using nutrient solution to maintain the stability of various indicators of the body, this pure way of maintaining technology is not uncommon in mercenary circles, but the cost is relatively large, and the poor are definitely not worthy of it.

Under normal circumstances, the possibility of a retired racehorse being poor is extremely low, and Omer, who has been in her coffee shop for high-end people, has no doubt about her 'rich woman index'.

It's just that every time he sees her, he thinks that the rich don't necessarily have a high level of cultivation.

The woman who pressed down on his hands like a savage at the moment, as if to crush him to pieces on the couch, had already made him consider whether to use the might of nature again.

But at this moment, I only heard a smack!

The door to the activity room was simply pushed open.

“……”

Silent, the two people in the room turned their heads to look at the person at the door, it was actually a rice bath with Bourbon's wrist, and at the moment of opening the door, there was a bit of courage and simplicity that is rare on weekdays, but when they met the eyes of the two, the girl was stunned at first, and then her face gradually became bloodshot.

"It's Miss Sunday Tranquility." Behind her, with the advantage of her height, she saw the Meipu Bourbon in the room, and in a tone that had always been unfluctuating, she made words that seemed like introductions.

And this sentence helped the crimson little girl to react, and shouted in a more trembling but louder voice than usual: "Hit, disturb!!" ”

With that, she closed the door.

The dull sound is proof that the petite body is still a horse racing lady.

And this strange reaction also caused the two of them to look at each other, and then their eyes fell on their hands that were clasped with ten fingers in the wrestling.

Of course, to be honest, it is more intuitively reflected in the field of vision, or the posture of the two.

Omer, who was already sitting on the sofa, was now pressed down by Sunday Tranquility with his hands - this posture is needless to say, after all, the next second is Omer's arms and body slightly back, so that Sunday Tranquility unconsciously approached the moment of astonishment, and his feet have been raised and placed on the other party's lower abdomen.

On the bracelet that had fallen from the cuffs long ago, the snake pattern flashed red.

Boom!

An unceremonious kick of the leg announced the end of the ambiguous posture.

"Look at how scared other people's little girls."

Without looking at the woman who had been kicked to the other end of the classroom, Omer, who had stood up, walked towards the door, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

But the Sunday Serenity, which should have been imprisoned between the ceiling and the wall by the wind pressure of the rainbow serpent god, roared like a demon: "Omerington! You bastard sneak up on me! ”

Simply breaking free from the restrained body in order to seek revenge against time is an extremely natural choice for a 'ghost cultivator'.

Ghost Rider kicked again, and Omer, who had his back to her, only silently pulled with his hands, expanding the size of the customary light screen to the extent that it was large enough for a person to get in—

- Immediately tugged at the light screen and turned around, blocking between him and Sunday's tranquility.

The kick kicked into the light screen, making a slight stunned sound when it was submerged in it, and then it was completely 'swallowed' by the light screen.

In the next second, Omer, who was already holding his hand in his pocket, turned off the terminal.

A silky little combo that can banish spirits will work well when he is alone.

But alas......

"Miss Miyu, I think you've misunderstood."

Pushing the door back open, Omer looked at the little black-haired girl who was still crouching by the door listening to Bourbon's explanation, with his usual friendly smile.

Then I saw a black gas rising from her pocket, and in the black gas, only the upper body showed normal proportions, and the lower it was, the thinner it was, the thinner the Sunday tranquility.

"Oh... It's Aladdin's magic ......"

"Who are you talking about? Die! ”

(End of chapter)