Chapter 133 is suitable for sending him to meet God.
Berry was once again shocked by the baby face that looked so relaxed and content as he sipped his tea.
"Oh, right, remember to grab a few other little statues for me too~" Bertrand laughed at Bourbon.
"Are you sure I have a free hand to help you carry it?" Bourbon asked with a smile.
Bertrand tilted his head. "Huh? Why not? Just have Afra move that golden statue. You can help me get the other small statues."
Bourbon: ...?
"……knew."
He didn't even refute it.
...
America.
As soon as Behringer stepped onto the US airport grounds, he saw a blond, blue-eyed man with scars on his face, a fierce look that clearly didn't look like a good person, walk up to him, stare at him coldly, and speak in a rough voice with a hint of disdain: "You're Asti?"
Bechfenger nodded and replied in a voice altered by a voice changer, "It's me."
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, turned around and left. "Come with me."
Behrfinger's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of malice flashing across them.
He's a foolish human being.
It's appropriate to send him to meet God.
Silently following behind the man, Behringer's eyes were indifferent.
Upon arriving at the organization's base in the United States, Behrfinger was met with many curious glances mixed with sarcasm.
Most of them were blond and blue-eyed.
Behrfinger clicked his tongue inwardly.
That old, stinking crow...
“The boss said that you are under my supervision for this period of time. Although the boss did not say how long you need to stay here, I think you don’t need to get to know the people here, but you can’t rest while others are working. So, you need to complete all these tasks in the shortest possible time.”
The man led him to his office, casually picked up a stack of task documents and shoved them at him, speaking in a commanding and matter-of-fact tone.
Behrfinger glanced at the pile of documents and nodded. "Understood."
"Alright, that's all. Go do your mission." The man said as he sat down in his chair and poured himself a glass of water.
Behrfinger nodded and turned to leave.
On his way out of the organization, facing those gazes, Behffinger could barely suppress the urge to strike.
So he cursed the old crow in his heart for hundreds of rounds.
Having distanced himself from the organized groups, Behefinger used magic to transport himself to the home of his first target.
Watching the man enjoying the service of beautiful women and sipping red wine, Behringer appeared silently behind them and spoke in a strange, cold tone, "Hello, Mr. Cook."
The man was startled and abruptly stood up, turning his head to look at the person whose entire body was wrapped in a black cloak, making it impossible to tell whether they were male or female.
She took several steps back, pointing at him with a trembling hand, "You...who are you!? How did you get in!?"
The two blonde, blue-eyed, and shapely ladies next to him gasped and hid behind the man.
Asti didn't reply. Instead, she picked up the bottle, poured the red wine into a glass, and said in a strange tone, "It's a good bottle of wine, Mr. Cook, won't you continue to enjoy it?"
"Who are you?!" Cook shouted, glancing at the alarm next to him before lunging forward without a second thought.
But this mysterious person was even faster than him.
Asti squeezed Cook's hand and chuckled softly, "I mean you no harm, you don't need to be so afraid, Mr. Cook, and... these two beautiful ladies."
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