Sinjid was still the same, with a large jar full of poisonous potion behind his back.
Entering Fryer’s laboratory, Hingid frowned looking at the mess everywhere, and when he saw Fryer greeted him, he immediately changed to a smiling face, "Fryer Dr. Lyle, what about that spy robot?"
"Oh, here. Come out." Flair clapped his hands.
"Boom!" The laboratory shook suddenly.
"What's wrong, is there an earthquake?" Xinjid asked.
"No, no, no, it's the movement made by this big guy." Fryer pointed to a dark yellow robot that came slowly from the experimental platform to this side. He looked very cumbersome. Especially with a swollen belly, people wonder if he is a robot or a foodie.
"This is the spy robot you invented? I remember that the original model on the drawing was not like this." Xinjid glanced suspiciously at the big round iron ball.
"I have to say that the original model is really terrible. It is nowhere near as cute as the big guy I am making now. Don't you think it's cute too?"
"Cute—" Xinjid swallowed, there is really no way to associate this fat-ball robot with cuteness.
"I named it Britz, don’t look at this big guy is very bulky, but in fact it is very different from what you see, it can reach a super high speed of 100 yards per minute, it runs like a small It’s like a fortress, and it also has a huge body of strength. Its arms can fly out when necessary, turning into an iron hook, like this—"Fryer took out a remote control and pressed one of the buttons. .
The right hand of the robot Britz suddenly ran into an electric current, and then separated from the body, grabbed Xinjid and pulled it into his arms.
"Oh sorry, this is a small mistake, I just want to show you how powerful it is." Fryer saw Singid being pulled over.
"Let it let me go." Xin Ji De said.
"It also has a unique trick. As long as the power is stable and sufficient, it can release a strong electric current magnetic field, which will stun all enemies within ten meters, making them temporarily unable to move. Such a powerful robot will also be unable to move. Only I can invent it." Fryer said smugly.
"Old man, is this the remote control in your hand?" Singid looked at the remote control in Fryer's hand.
"Yes, the above instructions can control its actions, or cast skills, effective within 1000 meters." Fryer was very proud.
"Can I see it? I have never controlled a robot." Xinjid looked eager to try.
"Of course, but you don't want to play it badly, I'll be waiting to use it to claim credit then!" Fryer handed the remote control to Singed.
After Xinjid took over the remote control, he suddenly sneered, "I'm afraid you don't have this chance."
Fryer's face changed, "You—what did you say?"
"I mean—" Singid sprinkled a handful of lime toward Fryer. The lime was poisonous, and it was too late when Fryer realized what those things were.
"Damn Singid—you—you can't die—uh—" Fryer foamed at the mouth, grabbed his neck tightly, his face flushed, and he tried to breathe, but he couldn't breathe in any more air. Finally, he fell slowly to the ground, with raised eyes.
Sinjid has been sneered at Fryer, "You are indeed a very good genius, but what is the difference between a genius who disobeys orders and a dead person? Rest in peace my old buddy, wait until Zuan takes the whole tile After Roland is unified, I will engrave the words "The Most Excellent Scientist" on your tombstone, Jie Jie." Sinjid no longer looked at Fryer's body, but at the small remote control in his hand.
The workmanship of the remote control is very exquisite, and each button has a command mark, "Well—is this moving?" Xinjid pressed the move button, the whole room was shaking, and Britz began to move slowly. The room faltered as if it was about to collapse after one step.
"My God, I don't know how long I have lived in this broken house. It's a miracle that it hasn't collapsed." Sinjid didn't dare to stay longer, using the space bag that he had prepared long ago to stuff Britz's bulky body. Went in, and then disappeared in this ruined laboratory, leaving only a genius scientist who could never stand up.
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An Yang woke up very early today, and the sky outside the window was still a little gloomy, and there was no light in the sky.
It's about five o'clock in the morning, but An Yang really can't fall asleep, because he will go to see Irelia with Caitlin later, although Caitlin is confident to persuade her, but after all, it was not An Yang who came forward. He is just a small follower. He couldn't say anything when he saw Irelia. He really didn't understand politics. Caitlin was confident, but what if it didn't happen
What about Susu
Without Ionia's help, how could he save Susu by himself
Therefore, An Yang was very worried. After waking up in the middle of the night, he couldn't fall asleep anymore. He always thought about the bad side of things involuntarily.
After thinking for a long time to no avail, An Yang gently put Timo, who was sleeping on his stomach, on the bed, got up lightly, and saw that the door of Lingli's bedroom hadn't been closed properly, so he leaned over and took a look. The little girl was sleeping extremely indecently, lying on the bed in a big font, and she didn't know what she was talking about. The quilt was kicked on the ground by her, revealing a section of her calf.
"This girl." An Yang sighed softly, slipped into Lingli's room and picked up the quilt to help her cover it. When she was about to leave, she suddenly felt grabbed by someone.
Looking back, I saw Lingli firmly grasping his arm, tears streaming out.
"Don't go—you have promised that I won't leave me again—I don’t ask for anything, I just want to be by your side — woo woo — An Yang — please — I beg you —” Lingli cried very much Sad, An Yang found out that she was only talking in sleep.
"Oh, what the hell did you dream, my little ancestor." An Yang couldn't bear it, and reached out his hand to wipe the tears off Lingli's face. For Lingli, he was full of guilt, but that could only be guilt.
She whispered sorry in her heart, and slowly pulled away Lingli's hand, her breathing calmed down a bit, and An Yang quietly left.
Wandering around Caitlin's door for a long time, An Yang tried to reach out and knock on the door several times, and felt that it was too early. She hadn't slept well for several nights, and was sorting out some papers all night.
But without knocking on the door, An Yang was distraught. The meeting with Irelia was directly related to whether he could rescue Su Su. An Yang rubbed his hair and walked around the door of Caitlin's room in distress.
After wandering for a long time, Caitlin's door suddenly opened.
An Yang looked at Caitlin with sleepy eyes and looked at herself bitterly.
"Uh-are you awake?" An Yang said awkwardly.
Imagine if you were walking around at the door of a beautiful woman's room in the middle of the night and she found it, what would she think
Does this guy want to do something sneakily in the middle of the night
Yeah, do it—something.
"Nonsense, even if you are sleeping and then dead, someone keeps turning around at the door of your room, can you not wake up? Besides, I am a policeman and my vigilance is inherently high. You stand at the door of my room. I woke up within a few minutes, and I just wanted to see what you were going to do."
An Yang scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I was going to negotiate with you today. I felt a little uneasy. I couldn't fall asleep just now. I couldn't help but transferred to you. I want to ask if you can go earlier-but I'm afraid. It makes you sleep."
Caitlin rolled her eyes, but what the beauty does is pretty good, "Go early? Can you do it now?"
"Now—someone else may not have woken up yet—" An Yang suddenly remembered this more important matter. No matter how early you go, if people do not wake up, they will be blind.
"You also know that you didn't wake up, so why are you running at the door of my room!"
"Uh-isn't it because you care about it?-I was thinking about saving Susu, so I ignored this point. I only realized it now when you ask." An Yang smirked.
Caitlin stared at An Yang for a while, and then she asked An Yang softly.
"Do you—love her very much?"
An Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded firmly, "Very loving."
Caitlin sighed softly, "Well, since I was a child, the topic of love has always been mentioned, and I have heard countless love stories, but what about true love—being a policeman for so long? Picheng also has a high popularity. Although there are not a few people who pursue me, I can’t feel the strong love from them. In addition to making Picheng a city without any thief, in fact, I also I really want to find someone I like—"
An Yang realized that Caitlin—in fact, she was just a weak girl. In many cases, An Yang even regarded her as a man to see her. She was speedy and swift and didn’t get muddled. She did what she said. Everyone must keep their promises. She is the policeman in Picheng. She has maintained the security of Picheng and made Picheng peaceful, so that everyone loves her and admires her.
But outside of these glamorous appearances
After all, she still has a heart that wants to be loved by others. When she gets tired, she can have a warm arm that she can rely on, instead of facing a group of cruel criminals.
When the bullet passed through the barrel, she didn’t feel guilty, so she took away a person’s life. She was just a girl who had never tasted the sweetness of love, not a killer whose hands were blood, despite the criminals. We have ten thousand reasons to die, but who is willing to kill a living person in front of them
Too much weakness and too much distress are not something ordinary people can understand. The height of her standing makes her unable to talk to outsiders, and Wei, the only one who walks closest to herself, doesn't deal with her.
Unexpectedly, in the end, she still told a person who hadn't known her for a long time about her suffering.
In a person's life, there is always too much helplessness. Looking back, most of the things that made oneself sleepy and sleepy are lost to imagination.