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Nuo sat up, rubbed his aching waist, and looked around with a frown. There was a strange smell in the dark room.
Nuo shook his head and stood up from the sofa. He pulled a blanket across the naked woman lying on the carpet and opened the curtains.
The morning sunshine made Nuo's mind clearer.
He made the wrong decision to come to the 'General'. The 'General' was very determined to complete the boring bet they made when they left the bar, and expanded the entire bet, so now there is, uh, in this living room , Nuo frowned and counted five women.
"White lion~" A woman's humming sounded from around Nuo's feet. Her slender fingers were groping on Nuo's calf. The other party seemed to enjoy the view from bottom to top. "Be a gentleman and give me some water." ?"
Nuo thought about it for a while, then remembered that the 'White Lion' refers to himself, because he had some gray sideburns and some other 'abilities' that made him get this nickname inexplicably. Nuo nodded helplessly, stepped over the lying body again, took a glass of water, and handed it to the strange woman, "Where's 'General'?"
The woman's snow-white arms swayed in the air, and finally pointed in the direction of the bedroom.
Nuo walked towards the bedroom and scratched his head. The general was pressed under several snow-white bodies, with only one head exposed. Nuo regretted coming over yesterday more and more, hoping it wasn't the money he paid.
Nora opened the curtains of the bedroom and slapped the 'General' awake, who was sleeping like a dead pig with his mouth open, "Get up and get down to business!"
"Oh my God! No!" The 'General' frowned, "How can you be so energetic!" He pushed the woman on top of him away with difficulty.
Nuo curled his lips and approached the bathroom familiarly. Washing away everything from last night, "Come on 'General'. I still need to find my maid, I don't want anything to happen to her."
The 'General' sat on the large bed, squinting his eyes, and one by one he slapped the women who were wearing wasteful clothes to wake up, "What? What's wrong with your maid?"
Nuo's sigh was mixed with the sound of rushing water. "Did you listen to me last night!"
The sound of exertion rang out, and the 'General', who was at the critical point of being fat and strong, stood on his bed, scratching his head, "Don't remind me! I will remember it!" The 'General' looked around and thought. His face was confused, "Redhead! Where are my pants?"
The woman with red hair moved her body and ignored their sponsor.
The 'General' shook his head, gave up his memories, and jumped out of bed. Rushed into the bathroom.
"Get out!" Nuo had no interest in bathing with someone of the same sex, so he roughly pushed out the 'general'.
The 'General' complained, "This is my home." He scratched his still groggy head and found a can of deodorant. After spraying it all over his body, he sluggishly searched for clean clothes in the closet.
Nuo's movements were quick, and the general came out wearing a bath towel just after putting on his clothes. The women who were a little more awake were very satisfied with the scenery in the morning light. The 'general' curled his lips. It's rare to care about these women whose names I don't even remember, urging Nuo.
Nuo found her clothes with the help of the women. He smiled and said thank you.
In the ambiguous eyes of a room full of women, the general could no longer bear the differential treatment and pushed Nuo out of the door.
This is the top floor of the General Rest Stop and the real home of 'The General'. Like James, he has his own elevator, but it seems that he doesn't like to use it very much. Pulling Nuo up the stairs. The layout of the building is similar to that of an ordinary apartment building. When some tenants saw the 'General', they smiled and said hello.
'The General' seems to be a very popular guy.
After leaving the building and standing in the alley behind the bar, the two walked directly into the garage. The 'General' immediately opened his eyes. Staring at Nuo's broken minivan, "What happened?"
Nuo shook his head helplessly, looked at the steel spikes still inserted into the side of the car, and tapped his fingers, "You didn't listen at all to what I told you yesterday."
"I'm drunk, what do you expect me to hear?" 'General' stared, "You just drove to my place like this?!" Although he just woke up after a glance, the blood sugar has not fully activated the brain of 'General' , but his thinking turns quickly enough when his own interests are involved.
Nuo nodded, "You didn't seem to mind yesterday."
"I'm drunk!" the 'General' yelled. Of course, he immediately thought of what Nuo was planning! Fortunately, I entertained this friend so warmly last night!
With a slight smile on his face, Nuo shook his head, "Don't worry, no one will notice."
'General' waved his hand, "If there is any trouble, you have to pay honestly! No discount! As punishment for taking advantage of me!" 'General' paused and added, "Use me when I'm not sober. !”
Nuo waved his hand indifferently. This was the division of labor. The 'general' was the businessman who provided the scapegoat for no responsibility.
"Okay, okay." Nuo grabbed a steel thorn and pulled it out with a groan. The screeching sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the garage, enough to wake anyone up.
Nuo held the steel thorn, which was as thick as a thumb. It seemed more appropriate to describe it as a steel cone. He observed it and threw it to the 'General', "Have you seen this thing before?"
The 'General' looked around with the steel awl and tried scratching the wall a few times. White scratches appeared. The 'General' frowned and glanced at Nuo, "This guy must really want you to die."
"Yeah." Nuo looked thoughtful, "They ambushed my house."
The 'General' frowned and stared at the steel awl in his hand, "Who would use this thing now? It's a completely cold weapon! How is this thing used? Is it shot? Crossbow?"
Nuo himself was not sure, "Maybe. You know some weapons dealers. Help me ask who would use this thing. I will ask the people in the evidence department at the police station to see if anyone knows."
"Who would want this kind of coldness now..." 'General' pouted. The weapons dealer he knew was not interested in this kind of thing. On the other hand, there might be something discovered in the evidence section of the police station. You know, a piece of broken glass can be a murder weapon in the eyes of the police and will be sealed up forever.
But the 'general' only said half of his words. He looked at Nuo. Blinking, "You have no idea who it is?"
It seemed that the 'General's' thinking had completely recovered, and he immediately realized that his friend wanted to investigate who was using this deadly weapon against him. This is very unusual for hired 'helpers' like them!
Because they know very well that most of the dirty work is not done by the people who do it. Investigating the people who do it will not help solve the problem at all! Might as well go directly to the person who paid! And once it falls to the person who wants to investigate the operation. In other words, it was a weapon used by paid 'helpers', which meant that Nou had no idea who hired the guys who used this thing.
Well, the 'general' naturally regarded the person who used this weapon as a hired hand. The Federation is a civilized world, and no one would carry a weapon for payment, so they must be hired. 'General' was half right.
"What are you going to do now?" Kanno nodded helplessly in acquiescence. The 'General' waved, and several of his subordinates ran over and began to clean up the van with dozens of steel cones stuck in it under his instructions. He looked at Nuo with some worry, "I don't think it's suitable for you to show up now. Just stay here. I have some connections with the police."
The 'General' shook the steel awl in his hand. Naturally, he thought of Coulson.
Nuo smiled. His friend not only provided entertainment like last night, but the years of love were not in vain.
But he shook his head, "I still have some things to take care of. Business."
'General' frowned and said, "I'll just find an office for you. No one will bother you." After all, this is a gray professional circle. Although they usually get together, when dealing with incidents, they still can't have too close interactions. Once interests arise, Conflict will affect friendship.
Nuo thought for a while. This can be regarded as the reason why he came to the 'General'. The place with the least conflict of interest is probably the 'General', the 'businessman' at the bottom. Nuo nodded, "First, I still have to find my maid."
The 'General' curled his lips and weighed the steel awl in his hand. "You should guard the police radio." He meant that the guy was probably dead.
"No." Nuo smiled, "Muna is more cautious than me." Nuo seemed a little helpless, "Although it is my house, I feel that she knows that home better than I do."
This is a fact. Nuo spent about two-thirds of his time in the dilapidated van in front of him. Compared to his maid Miuna, he felt like a guest and often had security alarms. I have to ask her for the password.
Therefore, Nuo believed that his fat maid discovered when the intruder entered and hid.
The 'General' pouted, not prepared to argue with Nuo, "How are you going to find it?"
Nuo was stunned for a moment. Mu Na's home was his home, and he could never go back now. As the owner, he really didn't know where the woman who kept his home clean and tidy every day would be now.
"Maybe." Nuo frowned and pointed at the steel cone, "When you find out who this thing belongs to, just send a few people to my house to have a look..."
"Get the hell out of here!" The 'General' glared at Nuo, "There are people with this stuff lying in wait there! Do you want my men to die!"
"I can go."
One of the several people who were cleaning the van suddenly spoke. Seth.
"Seth!" The 'General' looked at this guy who had joined not long ago, "You are back? When did you come back? Are you done with the things over there? Kou..." The 'General' glanced at Nuo, but still concealed his name. , "What on earth is going on?"
Seth frowned. He was still holding a steel awl in his hand, as if he didn't know which question to answer his boss's question.
The 'General' clicked his tongue. He had already fully adapted to the silence of his subordinates. "No, it's too dangerous. You'll risk your life!"
Nuo looked at Seth and smiled, "It's you. How are you doing here at the 'General'?"
Don’t forget, Seth was introduced by Nuo. Seth glanced at Nuo, not knowing what he was thinking in his eyes, and said lightly, "Fortunately, I have always been underestimated."
Nuo raised his eyebrows, glanced at the 'general', and reported his address.
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