Chapter 484 NO67 is also eager to show off the horse girl she has trained

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 484 NO.67 is also eager to show off the horse lady she has cultivated

Keep doing your own thing...

This is a really broad job indicator.

And there is a sense of perfect engineering from it that everything has been settled and no more patches are needed.

It seems that the other party really hired me just to prevent me from helping the other party, and just spent money to buy a position and have fewer enemies.

You really think highly of me too!

But I am a consultant!

Armed advisor!

Your employees and your factory are even being destroyed. Are you worthy of the employment fee by not letting me play?

Three cards for deposit, two cards for work, and three cards for closing. This is written into the employment contract!

A-level entrustment! A high level that can add value to your firm’s resume!

Although Omo didn't have any panic in his heart, "Is the treatment so good? You might as well let me eat some shit, I'm not at ease."

But after listening to what Commander Black said, I felt that the people in Chaldea and the Kingdom of Light office were not doing well and things were not going well.

As soon as I got the information, I sent it as soon as possible without delay at all. How did you guys execute it?

The Kingdom of Light does have the amazing story of "Max only has three days left, let's save him in three days!", but Chaldea is not so embarrassing.

But if that's the case, it wouldn't be a big problem.

It's not impossible to deal with the creation of new world-produced troops, but it's destined to become a long-term problem.

It belongs to the Chaldea and Kingdom of Light offices that have opened new activities.

Don’t you think it doesn’t matter at all?

When he thought that the Office of the Kingdom of Light might be hoping to use this place to train troops, Omer didn't know if he was judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.

But Chaldea definitely shouldn't expect to farm materials here.

You might as well force that guy Moriarty to work...

The criminal consultant's ability and efficiency in handling cases are not much behind that of a detective.

I clicked on the light screen and looked at the chat box of the Hall of Return. For a while, it was just chatting, and Moriarty didn't participate. It seemed like he had really been caught.

But it's more like he's simply not interested in the topic and just looking at the screen like himself.

If you shout directly...

This would be too alarming. Will the data be monitored in this kind of data field? Although Omo has learned a lot of things, this is the only one that he has always relied on the Digimon around him.

So when...

"who?!"

The Knuckle star, who was constantly questioning other employees in the brightly lit laboratory and confirming that the instruments were functioning normally, turned around and saw the human-looking young man standing at the door.

"What, it's you, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just here to help you," Omer approached with a smile, "Why do you ask me what I do? I'm actually curious about what you are doing."

"You're not training Black King, are you?"

Although he has a similar name to Commander Black, King Black is a more famous bodyguard monster than Commander Black.

It is well-known because it is common, and it is often associated with the Knuckles. Just like the Jeton and the Jeton, it is the relationship between the cultivator and the cultivator.

"How is that possible!" the Nakor star sneered. When he subconsciously wanted to say something, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Omo again and waved his hand.

"But that has nothing to do with you. You are just an armed consultant. It's enough to go and see the Legion. You don't care about technical issues."

"What's the problem? I'm also interested in technical issues."

"You? An armed advisor interested in technology? That's hilarious."

"It's not funny. I heard that the director of Rhode Island's defense department is also a technical talent. It's common for this professional knowledge to not match the chosen major~"

"That's very good, but I don't trust mercenaries. You'd better gun... and leave," as if he remembered the opponent's previous knife attack on the Kem people and the earlier Magma saber, he walked to the next step.

The Knuckle man in front of the instrument angrily changed his words, "Don't let me complain to the commander about you."

"And the guy at the door is here to see you, right? Take him with you quickly, that guy is so annoying when he smells like fish!"

"..." He was looking around, paying particular attention to Omo, who was facing several researchers. Hearing this, he looked back and saw the Metron man standing at the door of the laboratory.

Although the appearances of many space people tend to be homogeneous from the perspective of earthlings, just as many people are often face-blind to foreigners, clothing is obviously an excellent criterion for identification.

As for the Metron man not far away wearing a T-shirt and jeans, Omer naturally recognized him, he was the Tver.

He stuttered when reporting, and was once thought by his companions to be a Metronian threatened by Ormer.

"Okay, then let me take my leave."

At the end of such etiquette, Omo regretted, and slightly restrained the bracelet he was holding in his sleeve.

The red light on the snake pattern and crescent moon also dimmed immediately, swaying in his sleeves as he walked towards the Metronian.

"Hello, my friend, I thought you would be busy debugging the equipment in Area D."

There is no doubt that Bader is his native language that is rarely used in Jiemen District.

Among this group of cosmonauts who all have earlier versions of simultaneous interpreters, it seems extremely natural.

Of course, he also has this kind of thing, it is better to say that it is standard equipment in today's era.

Some people choose simultaneous interpretation, while others choose to pour knowledge directly into their heads.

The only difference is the use of spells and plugging files.

"Uh, well... there are several Ultra Warriors attacking in Area D..." However, this Metronian, who was obviously frightened, spoke a not harsh Eastern dialect.

"I see. We really can't go there, but does that matter? Tver, those guys are all good at demolition."

Homais asked as he walked, taking him out of the corridor of the laboratory and gradually entering the open but quiet street.

On a street like this, where a black luxury car might jump out at any time, but it was still raining heavily, someone was obviously relaxed.

"Of course it doesn't matter. All the work over there has been completed and entered into Faibas' central processor!"

The stuttering and rickets are gone, and he even speaks with energy. This Metron man is no longer as cautious as before. Maybe this is the confidence that being soaked in the rain with his aquatic features gave him.

In comparison, the purity of Omo, who uses a bracelet to turn into a samurai sword and a shield to look like an umbrella, is much lower.

As for Faibas…

Although the other party did not introduce it, Omer remembered that it was a large mechanical device from "Ultraman Tega".

"So where is Faibasi's crew scheduled to be?"

"How do I know? Only the guys in the core area know this, and does it make sense to ask?" Tver turned to look at him.

"Even if you know it, sending it to those Ultra Warriors and Chaldean Warriors will only expose yourself. They will never be able to reach the deep area that simulates constancy."

"Ah...simulating constancy is really tricky."

"Really?...Wait what are you doing?" Tver stared at his hand that was moving something in the air.

"I'm just sharing the information in real time. I'll ask you to help me find out the details later, my friend."

"Ah, I know, but it's not just for this that I pretend to be so hard." Tver said, feeling somewhat self-deprecating.

The investigation of the sudden joiner is suspicious, let alone that he has cooperated with the enemy.

But victims can easily receive sympathy and care.

Of course, most people may consider the process of humiliating themselves and bearing the burden, but Omer...

He directly chooses to wrong others!

"Really? I don't think anyone can see the change in your expression. You just need to act in your voice."

"It's still hard work! I didn't know how to act before! So should you pay me some advance payment? Trainer Linton?"

"Um?"

After pressing the confirmation button for group sending, Omer, who had just turned around, looked up.

"Hey! You don't want to renege on the bill, do you? We agreed on the Sapporo Racecourse!" Now he even had the courage to grab Omer's lapel, but the latter raised his hand to signal to let go.

Faced with such anxiety, the devil appeared to be quite patient and generous.

"Of course, the Sapporo Racecourse, the unfinished cosmos flower viewing scene, and..." "There are also several Triple Crown jockey ladies and legendary jockey ladies! Even if you just take a photo from a distance!"

"..." Omo, who was adjusting his tie, laughed dumbly. He quickly sped up his pace. Before the tie was adjusted, he lowered his hand and reached out to this fellow horse racing girl.

"It's indeed worth looking forward to, so let's go."
Chapter completed!