Chapter 106 About Dogs Chewing on Tree Branches
On the wide driveway, an inconspicuous black sedan sped along, followed closely by several police cars.
The driver was a young man. He smiled, and the car drifted, changing direction and overtaking the pursuers by going against the flow of traffic.
Just as the pursuers were slamming on their brakes and crashing into each other, this unassuming car silently merged into the traffic on the other side and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"I never expected you to capsize here."
Disguised as a young man, Vermouth drove her car, a hint of a smile in her voice, and spoke to the criminal suspect she had abducted from the police.
The silver-haired suspect had a gloomy expression and was puffing out a cigarette belonging to Vermouth.
He was framed by those two traitors—no, maybe three. Bourbon had been with Scotland the whole time, yet he was completely oblivious.
And those incompetent police officers can't even figure out a case properly, they just arrest people randomly.
Why did you come back to China?
He didn't respond to the joke, but instead asked Vermouth, who had casually disguised herself and kidnapped people, why she shouldn't be here at this time; she should be in America, as a superstar in the public eye.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Gin, who did your disguise? When did the organization get someone like that?"
She parked right in a safe house parking space and asked the question she was so eager to know.
If she hadn't been so familiar with Gin's subtle movements and expressions, she wouldn't have noticed it at all in that sudden glance.
"Such perfect disguise skills," she thought to herself, before turning around and reaching for Gin's face, who was sitting in the back row and had already removed his handcuffs.
The texture of the material felt real, which Vermouth found a little strange, but then she thought that it might be material for the organization's new research, so she didn't think much of it.
She pinched hard, but the silver-haired man's face didn't deform as she expected; instead, it turned red.
Damn it, this isn't disguise.
The words that slipped out unconsciously were: "You had plastic surgery?!"
“No, even plastic surgery shouldn’t be completely seamless…” she said, and began to touch Gin’s face.
The silver-haired man, whose face was being kneaded like dough, had a gloomy expression but made no attempt to stop it. He was also very curious about how this was done.
Vermouth had already withdrawn her hand, and Gin watched as the woman swiftly tore off the disguise from her face.
Her fair hands applied makeup to her face, which had already revealed its true form, and soon a new face was born.
That was his own face, no longer that of Mr. Earnshaw, but the face of Gin, a member of the organization by codename.
“As expected,” said “Gin,” whose golden curly hair was still Vermouth’s voice, “this is what I sculpted based on the outline I just touched.”
"It's still my face."
"Yes, what my eyes see is completely different from what my hands perceive. This is truly an interesting technology. Is it a new piece of equipment from some research lab?"
Vermouth tore off the newly created face and looked curiously at Gin, who looked unfamiliar, in the back seat.
But he said, "I want to see the Boss."
"Where's your phone? By the way, why were you arrested by the police? And where's your vodka?"
"He is dead, and Scotland and rye are rats."
The silver-haired man ignored Vermouth, who looked like she'd just gotten the juiciest gossip, got out of the car alone, and walked straight into the depths of the house, which was a hidden base of the organization.
He skillfully entered a series of data, and the hidden door opened.
Vermouth watched Gin's series of seemingly random yet fluid movements and felt that something was off about him.
She always trusted her intuition, but... what exactly went wrong?
This person is 200% Gin; even she herself couldn't portray him this convincingly.
*
"Father, are you sure this will really work?" The furtive figure crouched down beside the lab table and asked in a low voice.
"Shh, don't make a sound," the furtive Number Two quickly gestured for his companion to be quiet. "Sancho, look at that, isn't that the Golden Bough you mentioned before!"
"Do you two really have to be so sneaky? People are looking at us strangely."
Cervantes looked at the two dramatic individuals with a sense of helplessness. Why was it that these two were reliable on their own, but when they were together, they were like two idiots?
He didn't seem old enough to have memory loss. If he remembered correctly, the blonde girl with shining eyes was his reliable superpower, right?
How did it turn out like this?
"Lord Vodka... Lord Gin and Lord Bourbon, what are they...?" The head of the research institute looked hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
This doesn't make sense, does it?
Wasn't it said that Gin was a man of few words and ruthless methods, and Bourbon was a smiling tiger who would kill without a second thought? What's with these two guys with their eyes gleaming?!
"Cough cough."
The Blood Demon's ears twitched, and upon realizing someone had mentioned him, he immediately broke free from his previous state, his entire demeanor instantly changing.
The head of the research institute was so intimidated that he immediately fell silent. How dare he? Making up code names for members? Did he want to live too long?
The second-generation Blood Demon beside her also cooperated with her father; in fact, she directly revealed her true nature, with a blank expression.
If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Cervantes would have applauded these two promising young actors.
Wow, look! It's a face-changing performance!
"Then, as agreed, we'll take the Golden Branch," said the Blood Demon, who had successfully impersonated a codenamed member, with an air of importance.
Their mission this time was to acquire this treasure of unknown composition from this research institute.
Just in case, three codenamed members were deployed this time. It wouldn't have been necessary to make such a big fuss, but the photos of them running wildly under the moonlight were still hanging there.
Therefore, it is also a chance for them to atone for their sins, and a way out. It is such a simple task that anyone could have failed.
But Rum has no idea that these three people aren't just having a mental breakdown; they're genuine fakes.
Rum waited in the lab all day but the three people didn't return, and the unlucky old man suddenly had a bad feeling.
After receiving the surveillance footage from the research institute to prove his innocence, Rum was so angry he almost crushed the mouse in his hand. The three men took the items, obediently paid, and left.
Instead of returning to the agreed-upon base coordinates, they headed in another direction!
Sure enough, they ran away!
The three who hadn't "run away" were now watching Jinzhi, who was being examined and scrutinized by the Blood Demon.
Don Quixote was getting PTSD from watching this; she was genuinely afraid that if her father didn't hold on tight, Jinzhi would fall into another trap.
As a result, he held the tree-shaped technological crystal, which emitted a faint golden light, firmly in his hand. Just as he brought his ruby-like eyes closer to examine it, the golden branch glowed.
He shone like a small sun, almost blinding the first generation of Blood Demons before they could react.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Cervantes and the Don Quixote of the first generation of Blood Demon returned to Tokyo of their original world, while the other returned to Lobotomy Corporation.
The smiling employee, who was competing with the smiling corpse mountain in what was probably the umpteenth annual food-grabbing contest at Lobotomy Corporation, was startled by the sudden appearance of the person. However, it was too late to dodge, and he continued to sprint towards him at full speed.
Don Quixote nimbly dodged the two high-speed runners.
Unfortunately, the last corpse of this food-grabbing contest was right next to Don Quixote, as the smiling employees emerged victorious.
The black glutinous rice ball, still a sphere, became unusually angry. It opened its mouth and lunged at the troublemaking Don Quixote.
Not only here, but also in the monitoring room, Abram, looking dejected with dark circles under his eyes, was forced to work overtime and watched helplessly as several unscheduled employees suddenly appeared in the facility.
Well, that's good news, since the God of War, Bo Ming, is back. I just don't know when X and Adam will return.
*
The only second-generation Blood Demon who hadn't returned to his original world stood blankly in the familiar room, holding the golden branch in his hand.
I ran downstairs and saw the manager's favorite dog, who had lost all its clothes, sitting naked on the sofa.
Upon seeing the suddenly appearing blonde girl, the dog, unaware that the clothes had run away from home, maintained his smile until he noticed the subtle expression on Don Quixote's face and realized something was amiss.
"Help..." The puppy was a beat slow to return to the first stage.
Over there, X had just seen off the police officers and public security personnel who had been identified as false suspects when he found that his clothes had changed back.
He hurried back and found that all the actors he had worked with were gone.
Oh, and there's also Adam and Don Quixote, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere. The penniless one is squatting at Don Quixote's legs, and the mouth above his head is secretly gnawing on something Don Quixote is holding.
It looked like a small twig. It makes sense for a dog to bite a twig. Just as X was about to remind Don Quixote to pick it up, he saw the twig's true nature.
That's not a tree branch...that's a golden branch!
What are you gnawing on?!
Don Quixote was telling Adam about his adventures in another world and how he cleverly obtained the golden branch.
Seeing that X had also returned, she planned to show them Jinzhi, and she raised her right hand... but didn't.
Strange, when did Jinzhi become so heavy? The blonde girl used a little effort to lift it.
"Huh? Manager and Adam, why do you both look like that?"
Don Quixote followed their gaze to his right hand, and then cried out in alarm:
"Aaaaaah! My Golden Bough?!"
What she raised was not only the golden branch she held, but also the one hanging on the golden branch, still chewing away at nothing.
The little golden branch had already had a small fork bitten off by the dog that was secretly chewing on it, and now the greedy dog was trying to take another bite with its other mouth.
"Alas, my golden branch..." Don Quixote was mourning the loss of his complete golden branch.
X was holding the leg that looked like an intestine in his hand, shaking it incessantly, trying to shake out that small section of the branch.
Let's not even talk about the missing section of the Golden Branch; the very question of whether the Abnormality will mutate after eating the Golden Branch is enough to give us a headache.
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Author's Note: Xiao Tang brought Jin Zhi back. Xiao Tang is doing well.
The dog likes Golden Branch, the dog is good
The golden branch isn't sturdy enough; the golden branch is broken. [doge emoji]
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