Page 75

Page 75

There is no such thing as dignity or moral integrity in his eyes. Do you expect him to fall into a manure pit and choose to shut up and drown for the sake of self-esteem? Girl, you overestimate his integrity and will to survive.

Sure enough, the result was exactly as Kafka had guessed. There were two gift boxes placed at the positions of the main pilot and co-pilot in the spaceship, with their names written on sticky notes right above them.

She didn't know what Jiang Fan's gift to Elise was, but she estimated that it must be a bargain bought from some street stall, such as these sunglasses produced in 732, which are probably considered in the universe. It's out of print, and its place of origin happens to be New Babylon.

The temporary three-person team was officially disbanded. Looking back, it felt like it was just a few minutes ago. She suddenly found that she was a little sentimental. It was probably because the person in charge of comedy in the team left and life became boring again.

......

Once you put on the sunglasses, the mission is super fast. To save Xiao Deng, time waits for no one - Kafka.

Chapter 188 It’s really you

"Yes, that's right, guys, it was a stormy night. I stood in the night where it seemed as if all the rain in the world was falling from the sky, holding a knife in front of the poor fox girl, facing dozens of people. Thousands of fruitful people.”

"You heard me right, that is definitely a terrifying group. They occupy the sky and the earth and are everywhere, but to me, there is nothing scary."

"Listen guys, nothing can bind a real man, except a beautiful girl. That fox girl is so beautiful, with her snow-white fluffy tail and delicate face..."

"Imagine my friends, those monsters with claws that are stronger than you and more terrifying than you are trying to steal the girl behind you, because she is prey, she is worth tens of thousands of gold, they all want to eat her, but this girl depends on She looks after you, even though she is trembling with fear, but she still stands behind you, trusting that her knight will protect her."

"This is like those rich and powerful men shouting at you with money or guns, and grabbing the girl you care about with the other hand. At this time, you choose to nod and bow and say, brothers, I have nothing to do with this matter. Let her go, little brother, I will take the first step."

"Or pick up a glass of wine or slap the other person in the face with your hand and say, fuck you! What the hell are you!"

"Although the latter behavior may seem heroic and domineering, it may cost you your life. But if you choose to bow and scrape, the girl you care about will also leave you. She trusts you so much that she will believe you even if you say 1+1 equals 3. She is your beautiful girl..."

The words of the man in front of the bar in the tavern were like the whispers of a devil. His voice was clearly low, without the passionate or impassioned tone.

But every tall and strong man in the tavern was holding the wine glass tightly, breathing heavily, blushing and thick-necked, wishing to chop off the head of the imaginary man with a knife.

The man's voice was extremely low, as if the devil in the abyss was bewitching the world, as if all the ghosts and gods were trying to eavesdrop, but he just spoke slowly, but it aroused everyone's emotions.

"That's right, friends, I said fuck you! Soon after I said that, I jumped up with my sword sideways and cut the earth with one knife. Those fertile people came up in overwhelming numbers. I stood in the violent storm holding the girl. laughing out loud..."

The red sports car braked to a stop in front of the tavern. As soon as Kafka got out of the car, she heard warm applause suddenly erupting in the tavern, accompanied by the voices of men cheering and cheering, as if Emered-III had made it to the finals of the Cosmic Football Cup.

The city of Emeride-III is not as desolate as imagined. Rock music posters can be seen everywhere, the walls are painted red with the word "struggle" written on them, and there are all kinds of graffiti, which are not much less novel than Punk Rock.

Even dynamic rock music is played in every store. The jazz played on the music radio during that time is really worth recalling.

Kafka lowered his head and glanced at the red sports car. The bright red paint surface was covered with gray primer scratched by gravel. It was so densely packed that almost the entire car was dyed a mud-like brown.

She was too lazy to find a repair shop and spend time restoring the sports car to its original state. The purpose of this car was to take her through the desert filled with yellow sand.

When the journey ends, it means that the fate between them is over. You can just go back to where you came from. In other words, this car has nothing to do with her anymore.

Jiang Fan shook his head more than once and said with emotion that she is a typical bad woman who plays with people's hearts. She is the kind of rose with thorns that cannot be picked away. Anyone who picks it is asking for trouble.

But she felt that Jiang Fan, a scumbag with no bottom line, had no right to comment on her. She just looked at the problem rationally. The time it took to find a repair shop was far longer than buying a new one. Why should she waste her time on this? On the little things.

She would rather spend her time looking for the meaning of life, or looking for anything that can make her understand what fear is, even if that person is a star god, anyway, she has never repaid any star god. fear.

"So you broke out of the siege together and fled here? A planet about to be blown up by a red giant star?" The tavern gradually became silent, and someone finally couldn't help but ask loudly.

"No, I buried her under the cherry blossom tree on a planet with beautiful scenery." The man stared at the wine glass with tears in his eyes.

The tavern suddenly became quiet, and the silence was so disturbing that there was a faint sound of sobbing in the corner, and the eight-foot-tall man burst into tears.

The weather in Emeride-III is a bit changeable. The sun was shining brightly just a second ago, but now a light drizzle is falling.

In the colorful rain, Kafka stood under the eaves in front of the tavern with an umbrella, and was stunned for half a second when he heard the extremely familiar voice.

She swore that she heard it correctly. Although the man's tone was sad, as if he was sobbing, but whenever she heard that voice, a mean face appeared in her mind, especially that charming smile.

But she felt it was unrealistic. The world was so big, and the probability of two people meeting again was simply a few tenths of a billion.

She didn't feel that she had that much connection with that bitch Jiang Fan. She just wanted to find a place to stay and rest during the mission so that they could meet again.

Even forty minutes ago, she personally threw the note saying goodbye in the world into the sand. Could it be that the two of them would meet again in forty minutes?

Kafka had never been a person who hesitated. She put away her umbrella and stood on the pillar in front of the door. She pressed her hand on the door and pushed lightly, and the wooden door was pushed open easily.

If it weren't for the soft creak of the wooden door of the tavern, the tavern would be as quiet as a library, or as quiet as a black hole.

Everyone in the tavern looked towards the source of the sound. Some people looked thoughtfully at the woman who walked in through the door. In the next second, their expressions suddenly became frightened and cautious. Some people had a flash of light in their eyes. Greedy, ready to act.

Some people have not yet recovered from their sadness. They just glanced at them and turned their heads away and continued to drink in small sips with red eyes.

Only the man in front of the bar slowly shook his head, holding the empty bar high, his voice low and sad: "Brothers...who has the wine if I have a story?"

"I'll give you a glass of whiskey... I'll tell you the story of how I first met her..." The man held up the empty wine glass and sighed deeply.

"Handsome man, can you tell me a story about the toothbrush falling into the toilet?" Someone spoke behind the man.

The man was stunned for a moment and turned around suddenly. Kafka, who was wearing a white shirt, was only one foot away from him. His eyes were cold and the corners of his eyes were charming. There was a playful look on his expression, and there was a vague murderous aura.

The man was so frightened that he almost fell from the bar chair to the ground, and his face instantly turned green.

...

Second update, please give me power and flowers~

Chapter 189 I don’t smoke cigars (big chapter)

The night was silent and long, the candles hanging high on the walls were burning, and the tavern was filled with the smell of various cigarettes and strong drinks.

Kafka was sitting in the corner of the tavern, stirring the coffee in the cup. Across the table was Jiang Fan, who was dressed like a human and looked like a dog. He was sitting upright, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Kafka could swear that it was Jiang Fan himself who pressed his face against her palm, and it had nothing to do with the magic of speech.

She simply wanted to seek justice for Elise and do something she had wanted to do for a long time.

"You mean that you were originally waiting for me and Elise to rendezvous on the airship, but because you were worried about us, you chose to go to the Xingchahai Pier to search. Unfortunately, you were intercepted by the people of Fertility and were trapped in a tight siege?"

"Yes! As the only man in the organization, I have an obligation to take you safely away from the fairy boat, and I have an even greater obligation to protect these two delicate and beautiful ladies!" Jiang Fan looked heartbroken:

"But I didn't expect that the people of Fertility had actually surrounded the entire fairy boat! It made me trapped in a tight siege and couldn't stand up to protect you! If I had known, I would have protected you every step of the way! Ever since I got separated from you, every time I live with guilt every moment! I wake up from nightmares every day!"

"The war between the people of Harvest and the Immortal Boat is fierce. How did you escape from the siege and still be intact and sit here again?"

"I am born with supernatural powers, and it is precisely because I am a waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death that I was lucky enough to escape from the fairy boat safely! Will you rack your brains to kill a waste!" Jiang Fan held his head high and chest high.

Kafka looked at Jiang Fan silently, knowing clearly that the man in front of him was talking nonsense, but still couldn't help but nod in agreement.

This is indeed a reasonable explanation. No rich people would find a waste among thousands of troops to attack. Moreover, that waste is also very good at hiding, and may even hide in a trash can. Is it true that some people would prefer to dig through it? Trash can?

Kafka drank coffee and said nothing, looking down at his phone.

The news headline is still "Lord Morka was killed by terrorists at his birthday party. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? The reason behind it is...".

The editors of the company's news department are obviously not very good. This kind of routine headline has been popular for hundreds of years, but it has never changed.

It stands to reason that with the company's ability, it would be easy to find traces of her and Jiang Fan's coming and going in Morka, but for some reason, it seems that someone chose to hide it.

Not only did the bounties of the two people not increase, but they also tended to be marginalized. This was probably because Elise had taken control of Molka's political power and was negotiating with the company.

Kafka felt that if she stayed on her own terms in the next few months and stopped chasing down the demons who escaped from Tianyi Wu to cause riots, her wanted order would most likely be canceled by the company.

But she didn't care. There was no difference between increasing the bounty and canceling the wanted order. The only person who might feel regretful was Jiang Fan.

The kind of person who is obsessed with saving face and loves to show off will definitely lament that he broke into the enemy camp alone to kill Moss, and his deeds of seven in and seven out were wiped out. But on second thought, maybe he should be lucky, after all, the bounty is so low. No one wants to take your head off anymore.

She rarely had the opportunity to chat on her mobile phone. Even when she chatted with Elise, she mostly started the topic, such as which company had a new coat, or built a tomb for Jiang Fan.

Because she didn't have many contacts in her address book, there were only two people, Jiang Fan and Elise.

She is the type that can be counted on her fingers. Jiang Fan is just the opposite of her. The news is ringing out non-stop every day and he always looks like he is busy with business.

At this time, Jiang Fan took out a mirror from somewhere and was stroking his face distressedly. He also took out a bottle of something that looked like skin cream like a magic trick and applied it on his face generously, as if kneading dough. generally.

She guessed it was some kind of ointment to reduce swelling, but she was more curious about how Jiang Fan casually took out a mirror and ointment. Could it be that his pocket was connected to Doraemon's pocket?

"Beauty, can you borrow some money to spend some time?" someone said from behind.

Kafka continued to drink coffee without even raising her head. As a demon hunter, she had met all kinds of people.

Some of them are obsessed with lust, some are obsessed with money, and some are driven by the desire to kill and torture. In short, they all eventually degenerate into inhumane demons under the influence of the Cancer of All Realms.

Compared to those demons with sharp teeth and eating raw flesh and blood, she felt that the bounty hunters who came to her door behind her were really friendly. At least they wouldn't pounce on you screaming when they saw you.

"My eldest brother is asking you a question! Why are you pretending? Are you deaf?" Someone frowned.

"Don't you see a man sitting opposite me? I want to tell him something." Kafka stopped stirring the coffee with his spoon.

Jiang Fan was applying anti-swelling ointment. He raised his head in surprise when he heard what Kafka said. Kafka's pupils were like water, and on the tip of his forehead was a ring he bought with 300 credits from the Xianzhou Jinren Lane stall after a discount. round sunglasses and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't ladies first?" Jiang Fan muttered quietly.

He could move his toes and think that Kafka did it on purpose, just because a few minutes ago he was slapping his chest and saying with a heartbroken look, We are surrounded by enemies and invaders, so we don’t know whether our friends are alive or dead. Friends are unpredictable and we should be replaced by brothers. But we have a heavy responsibility and we should not take death lightly. It will be painful for me to leave. I just wish I could not advance or retreat with my friends!

He felt that Kafka was a really petty woman. She looked like a mature and calm lady, but in fact she had a lot of bad taste in her heart and was even a little childish.

Jiang Fan covered his face and raised his head. Behind Kafka were not the burly and powerful men he had imagined, but several men with revolvers around their waists and Martin boots, dressed like n Western cowboys from before the Amber Age. Lean man.

Seeing how weak these guys looked, Jiang Fan wanted to cover his face, pat their shoulders and say "NO Zuo NO Die".

Don't talk about those of you who are not mainstream. These girls kill without blinking an eye. They can break Bu Li's neck with their bare hands. You really can't afford to offend her, even if your horse is parked outside.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jiang Fan wanted to stand up and make peace with these western cowboys, but when he saw the woman looking at the bar from the corner of his eye, he stood up instantly.

With almost no hesitation, he held the wine bottle in his hand and chopped it down with all his strength. The bottle hit the hat of the leading western cowboy and instantly blossomed and shattered.

In an instant, the tavern that was lively just a second ago became quiet, and everyone stared at the man who looked like a glaring King Kong in stunned silence.

Including Kafka, her eyes were surprised and she even stopped stirring the coffee with a spoon. She didn't understand why Jiang Fan suddenly became violent.

Jiang Fan glanced at the Western cowboy who was rolling on the ground with his head covered in blood. He slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. He chopped the bottle on the man's head as if he had just descended from heaven. Just a trivial thing.

Kafka said to herself that it was a good thing that Elise was not around, otherwise she would have covered her mouth and muttered in a low voice that Jiang Fan was so handsome. But if something went wrong, there must be a monster. She didn't believe that Jiang Fan could fight alone for her. The domineering side leaks.

This guy's normal state should be to hold a glass of wine and talk to each other in a familiar way, instead of being able to move his hands and never move his mouth like he is now.

One of the western cowboys was stunned for a few seconds and then wanted to take out the revolver in his waist and beat the ignorant man in front of him into a sieve.

But someone drew his gun much faster than him, and the dull thunder-like gunshots exploded one after another in the tavern.

All the revolvers on the waists of the Western cowboys were instantly beaten into scrap metal. Without exception, the large-caliber pistol in the man's hand was still emitting white smoke, and the bullet casings fell to the floor with a crackling sound.

All the guests in the tavern turned around and watched this scene with great interest. Some clapped and sighed that this was a rare fast shooter, while others folded their arms and watched the show, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

Jiang Fan put away his gun, put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and walked towards the bewildered Western cowboys. Kafka stood up for a moment and wanted to find out, but Jiang Fan held his shoulders and sat back.

Jiang Fan picked up a glass of whiskey from the table and took a sip. His leather shoes squeaked softly on the floor. The flowing blood mixed with the whiskey, gradually became thicker, darker in color, and slowly seeped into the floor.

Everyone's eyes were following him. He was so decent and elegant, but a few seconds ago he was so domineering and fierce. Kafka also turned his head and stared at Jiang Fan's back, frowning. What kind of trick is this man playing?

"Do you know who I hate the most?" Jiang Fan walked up to the leading man and slowly knelt down, took out the cigar from the mahogany box and held it in his mouth, showing a sneer.