I Catch Enemy Agents in the 60s, Getting Rich is Not a Dream

Has a golden finger, is not a sacred mother, is a bit silly, doesn't go to the countryside, and has no male lead.

The female overlord from the apocalypse choked to death on a steamed bun!...

Chapter 118: Even Dogs Don’t Live Here

It made her want to sigh, ah ~

"Nothing, just worried."

Okay, I got it. Don't worry, your sweet and sweet granddaughter will definitely solve it for you. She'll steal some goodies for you tonight.

No, no, how can it be called stealing? It's called taking.

It's just self-service, how can it be called stealing?

Yes, that's right.

"Then Grandpa, you can sigh slowly. I'm going to sleep. I have things to do tonight."

I patted my butt and got up. There was no sofa, and my butt really hurt from sitting on this chair.

"What are you doing at night? It's not safe, you'd better not go out."

Before Mr. Li could speak, the fully armed man next to him, who had never shown his face, had already spoken out to stop him.

"Nothing, I just went to the U.S. Treasury to get some things." He was calm and composed, not at all embarrassed about stealing other people's things, and spoke in a very confident manner.

The listeners were stunned.

Nowadays, educated people are different. Do they need to take the stolen things?

"You...want to steal from the national treasury..." Mr. Li couldn't believe it and even scratched his ears.

"Hey, Grandpa, why are you talking so harshly?

What steal? What steal?

I'm going to get something."

He pouted unhappily. Facing the enemy, how could taking something be considered stealing? That's called taking.

Mr. Li: “…”

What a refreshing reason.

What a thick-skinned little girl.

But he likes it very much, hehe~hehehe~hehehe.

As expected of his precious granddaughter!!! She is awesome!