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Chapter 392: Human Species Diversity Award (Part )

To be honest, before the plane landed, Sherlock still had a lot of illusions. After all, at the training ground, Anna kept complaining about how weird the so-called 'teammates' assigned to her by CAI were.

According to normal people's thinking, first of all, Anna dislikes her teammates very much, and secondly, she specially came to ask for help from herself. Does this mean that when she gets to Las Vegas, Anna will spend most of her time with herself? Stay together?

Coupled with the unique style of Las Vegas, Sherlock even feels like he is about to transform into Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Well, that's what Sherlock thought anyway.

But all Sherlock's fantasies disappeared without a trace after he saw Anna's team members at the exit of the airport.

What? Why was Sherlock able to identify the so-called Anna's teammate at a glance among the people picking up the station?

God, if you had seen what Sherlock saw, you would have locked onto Anna's weird teammate at a glance.

You can imagine a man who is nearly two meters tall, weighs at least nearly 200 kilograms according to visual inspection, has dark skin, a big beard, and a ferocious scar on his face, like an iron tower.

She's wearing a Scottish-style dress! His upper body was still wearing a tight sleeveless sweatshirt that was ripped apart. There was also a sentence printed on the sweatshirt, 'I fucking love skirts!' '!

And then the picture of him baring his big white teeth and waving at the bitches? ? ?

If Sherlock hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have sacrificed all his own brain cells to imagine what this scene was like.

However, the most shocking thing was the feeling given to Sherlock by the other people around him. Damn it, she didn’t know if she was used to this kind of thing, or if this kind of thing was a normal thing in crazy Las Vegas. .

The locals around him didn't even bother to take a look at this strong man in a skirt like an iron tower!

Note, it's not the kind of fear that doesn't dare to look, but the kind of indifference that comes from daily experiences, as if such weird things are just everyday things in their eyes.

It has to be said that this is the first time in Sherlock's two lifetimes that he has experienced cultural differences and the magic of hawk sauce.

Sherlock felt that his outlook on life had been severely impacted. However, as Anna approached the tower-like man in a skirt, Sherlock realized that he had been impacted a little too early.

After Anna led Sherlock to this girl who couldn't be next to a strong man, Sherlock watched helplessly as Anna took a deep breath before introducing him to Sherlock.

"Reinhard Hopkins is the best support man in the combat unit in CAI. He is an expert with a machine gun. He is a person who can have his back!"

After introducing Reinhard Hopkins, Anna turned to Reinhard Hopkins and introduced Sherlock.

"Sherlock Phoenix, codenamed Magician, the owner of 'The Farm', can be considered my... friend."

Anna didn't reveal too much information about Sherlock, she just gave a rough outline, but even so, Reinhard Hopkins was very enthusiastic and extended his big palm-like hand to Sherlock.

"Hello, Sherlock, I am a support member of the Black Ops Team, codename: Black Panther! As you can see, I am a gay and a transvestite, please don't mind." Hearing Reinhard... After Hopkins introduced himself, Sherlock felt speechless for a while. How should I put it, although this guy seemed a bit weird in appearance and behavior, it made people feel silly.

After trying hard to put a friendly smile on his lips, Sherlock also shook hands with Reinhard Hopkins. Although he was calm on the surface, his heart was constantly turbulent.

I will never look at Mr. Black Panther in Wakanda in the future. Whenever Sherlock mentions the word Black Panther, the image of Reinhard Hopkins pops up in his mind. God knows what Black Panther will be like. If you know this, will you come over and silence Reinhard Hopkins?

After briefly shaking hands with Reinhard Hopkins, a strong black man with too many elements, Sherlock hugged Anna's waist without leaving a trace.

After Reinhard Hopkins saw Sherlock's actions, he gave Sherlock an "I understand" aunty smile, then turned around and led the two of them outside the airport.

Anna, who was hugged by Sherlock around the waist, did not resist. After sighing helplessly, she led Sherlock and followed Reinhard Hopkins' footsteps outside the airport.

What? Why didn't Anna resist? God, Anna knew what Sherlock was thinking even with her heels.

After all, in CAI, everyone knows the name Reinhard Hopkins. Any normal man who meets this guy for the first time will unconsciously hug the woman next to him and declare his sexuality. Orientation is the default thing in cai!

After all, no normal man would not be afraid when facing Reinhard Hopkins, unless he is bigger than this guy!

Outside the airport, there was a Bath Emperor Escalade parked. When approaching the vehicle, Anna broke free from Sherlock's hands and got into the passenger seat without any explanation.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock felt almost numb. After mentally placing Anna in 108 positions, he could only reluctantly open the back door.

But what Sherlock didn't expect was that as soon as the car door opened, he heard a deep male voice. The voice revealed endless vicissitudes of life, but it was such an intoxicating voice that said extremely rude words.

"Okay, baby, I will definitely pay attention to what you say. I love you, baby. I will bring you a gift when I get home. Don't worry, when have I lied to you?"

When he said this, Sherlock thought that the owner of the voice was an out-and-out licking dog, but soon, the next words of the male voice made Sherlock's mouth twitch hard.

"Okay, my dear baby, Dad has promised you so many conditions, so you have to agree to one condition, okay? What condition? Of course, stay away from those damn boys in your class! Trust Dad, they None of them are good people! Yes, especially that little bastard named Ciel!"

Sherlock looked around and saw a man with blond hair holding a phone in the driver's seat and talking on the phone. These were exactly what this man said.

After Sherlock tried his best to calm his twitching mouth, he obediently sat in the back seat of the Escalade.

When Sherlock sat down and closed the car door, he saw the appearance of the man who was his daughter's slave through the rearview mirror. Just one glance at Sherlock made him stupid.

Damn it! Brad Pitt! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)