Early the next morning, Busujima Saeko was completely stunned the moment she opened the door.
In the middle of the hall there was a small box made of foam sound-absorbing material. The whole box was still shaking wildly, and it seemed that the generator inside had been running for some time.
Looking along the generator, you can see a power strip that is assembled from sections. It is assembled in an exact manner, as if it was produced by some big factory.
The power strip was filled with various plugs, which were connected to devices that Busujima Saeko couldn't even understand.
It’s not that she couldn’t understand it at all. Some labels on the device could still remind her that these were the things she took out from her personal space yesterday.
After reading further, he finally saw something he could understand. Three computers were placed right in front of Ivan Vanko.
Tiptoeing around the messy wires, Busujima Saeko came to the sleeping Ivan Vanko and Ethan and took a curious look at the computer screen.
Well, it’s all hieroglyphics again. The things on it are beyond Busujima Saeko’s comprehension. She is just a Japanese high school student. Let alone connecting them together, she can’t even recognize all of them if they are taken apart.
"Ahem, wake up, wake up!"
After coughing twice, Busujima Saeko woke up the two sleeping guys.
"Um... "
Ethan rubbed his eyes and looked at the face in front of him in confusion, "Are you up yet? Is it morning yet?"
"It's already nine o'clock in the morning. What did you do last night? I feel like I've come to a scientific research studio!" Busujima Saeko was in a daze from the moment she walked out the door.
"I didn't do much. I just assembled some equipment, fixed some problems, and wrote a few small programs. The efficiency was pretty good." Ivan Vanko said after taking a look around.
Is this efficiency acceptable?!
Busujima Saeko couldn't imagine what this place would be like if she didn't make do. If she gave these two people more things, they could build an airplane with their bare hands. This is not in compliance with the Basic Law!
"Wait... What's wrong with your face? Why is it so black?" Busujima Saeko asked, looking at the black spots on Ivan Vanko's face.
"Black?! That's impossible. I had an injection yesterday. It can't spread. You haven't mutated!" Ethan pushed Busujima Saeko away and came closer nervously.
Ivan Vanko was stunned for a moment, then turned on his auxiliary combat system. His health bar remained the same as when he got the injection last night, without any drop.
Then he touched his face and it was greasy.
"Maybe it's motor oil or something like that," Ivanvanko said.
"It seems to be true." Ethan pinched the black substance and smelled his hand. It was indeed the smell of engine oil, but in addition to the smell of engine oil, he also smelled a fishy odor.
He looked up and sized up Ivan Vanko, "How long has it been since you washed or cut your hair?"
"I had my hair cut about two months ago, and I washed it... in the park fountain about half a month ago," Ivan Vanko recalled.
"Is your world so terrible that scientists can only wash their hair in the park fountain?" Busujima Saeko was surprised again. Could it be that the IQs of the people in Ivan Vanko's world were so high? With his IQ, he was just a homeless person
"He's special." Ethan said embarrassedly, then turned to look at Ivan Vanko, "Hurry up and find a shop downstairs, get a haircut, rinse it, and then come back!"
"That's not necessary. I don't smell anything." Ivan Vanko said after twitching his nose twice.
Ethan glared at the guy, and Ivanvanko sighed and finally accepted Ethan's suggestion.
Pushing open the wooden door, the sunlight shone directly onto the faces of Busujima Saeko and Ivan Vanko. Ethan did not go out because he had to deal with the work left over from yesterday and sort out the next medicine for Ivan Vanko.
After leaving the enclosed space, Busujima Saeko silently took two steps to the side. Only now did she smell the scent on Ivan Vanko, which was similar to the smell of a zombie.
"I'm going to buy breakfast. What do you want to eat?" asked Busujima Saeko.
"It doesn't matter what you eat. Just bring me a bottle of wine. Just bring me some Erguotou from China." Ivan Vanko smacked his lips, missing the Erguotou he bought when he was wandering in New York.
"Are you sure?" Busujima Saeko said, pointing to the house behind her.
"... Forget about drinking. I'll quit. I'll quit." Ivan Vanko sighed in his heart. Ethan was too nosy and talkative.
Busujima Saeko turned her head and smiled slightly. She didn't expect that such a big and strong man like Ivan Vanko would be so easily defeated by Ethan, who was a size smaller than him.
The two came to Jiangbao's barber shop.
Jiang Bao saw Busujima Saeko and silently pulled up his pants, "Miss, do you want a haircut?"
"No, he's getting a haircut. Help him clean it up. I'll pay the bill later." After saying that, Busujima Saeko left quickly. The smell was too strong.
"Uncle Ah Gui, good morning." Busujima Saeko greeted him very warmly.
"Good morning, what would you like to eat?" Ah Gui didn't stop working while speaking.
At nine o'clock, most people in Pig Stygium Village have already started working, but there are still a small number of people who work the night shift outside and have just returned.
"Give me three bowls of pork noodles, six fried dough sticks, and two sugar cakes." Busujima Saeko said after taking a look at the fried food stall.
"Okay, do you want to pack it up or take it away?"
"Eat one bowl of noodles here, and pack up the rest and give it to me first." After saying that, Busujima Saeko found a stall and sat down.
At this time, Feng Xiaogang had just walked out of a top nightclub.
He was relieved. He had been worrying the whole night whether some powerful force would intervene personally. After meeting the person behind him, he felt reassured. It seemed that the Japanese had reached some agreement with the government and began to gradually withdraw their support for the Axe Gang. In simple terms, the Axe Gang was sold to the Japanese for a good price.
"Boss, where are we going next?"
"Where are you going? Home. Also, give me a spare gift. I'm going to find a chance to go see Tan. It must be a bad feeling to be abandoned by everyone and to be kicked when he's down. Hahaha." Feng Xiaogang's laughter was full of sarcasm.
"Okay, boss, what do you think of a large gilded bell as a gift?"
Feng Xiaogang looked at the man in front of him with a little surprise, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are a good young man with a promising future. I am optimistic about you. Go and get ready."
"Thank you for the compliment. I just got a little bit of your wisdom." The little brother continued to lick them to death. It seemed that the Axe Gang was going to fall, so the Crocodile Gang would definitely be the final winner. If not now, when would he lick them
Licking the dog, licking the dog, in the end you get everything.