Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 71

"Do Shirko's scourge?"

Baobao obediently stood still and asked Marcus to tie his hair: "Do you want me to make trouble for Shirko's organization?"

"That's it."

Marcus’ braiding method is very clumsy. He made a mistake several times and had to dismantle and re-braid it, making the progress slow. He was busy with his hands, and he didn’t stop talking: “Because this kind of thing needs to be done quickly. , so the fewer people involved, the better, and you can only act alone."

"no!"

After hearing this, Wei squeezed the two of Clegg away, and subconsciously vetoed: "This is too dangerous!"

Although Bobo had proven himself five years ago, Wei still habitually wanted to protect her sister.

"Actually... she is much safer than you."

Before Baobo could speak, Marcos said first: "Don't forget, she still has me as her backing, and all actions must take Baobo's safety as the first rule, otherwise I won't let her play.

In comparison, the three of you who have become law enforcement officials are in a much more dangerous situation than the explosive situation. "

Xirko did not dare to confront Picheng in the open before his own armed force was formed, but this does not mean that he has no means to deal with the "traitors" in the bottom city.

Compared with the explosion of secret operations in the future, the three people on the bright side are indeed more dangerous.

"But let Bang Bang act alone..." Wei's face was full of worry: "I'm still not at ease."

"Well, indeed."

Melo chimed in later: "Bombs have historically screwed up more often than they've done successful ones. But...

Wei, we can't fight against Bobo like we used to, we have to trust her. "

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at Melo in shock.

Especially Craig, whose eyes were almost stuck to Milo's face, thinking that he had recognized the wrong person.

"Don't look at me like this..." Milo said embarrassingly, "I'm just telling the truth. And I hope that if the three of us are delayed when we act together in the future, the two of you will be more tolerant to me."

Craig couldn't believe it: "Seriously, Vi, do you think there's a chance that, one night in five years, Milo was replaced by someone else? That's not like something that could come out of his mouth. "

"Indeed." Wei clenched his fists deeply appreciatively: "That egomaniac Melo would never admit that he might be delayed in action, why don't I punch a few times first, and then ask who he is Sent."

As she said that, she actually rolled up her sleeves, as if she was about to hit someone.

This appearance frightened Milo, who slid out several meters in an instant as if the soles of his feet were oiled, and shouted, "Don't go too far, you two! I'm already 19 years old, can't I be allowed to be more mature? Definitely Do you believe me if I act as childish as before?"

In the past five years, Mellow has changed the most.

His talent is the most mediocre among the four, inferior to the other three in almost every item, but he is the one who studies the hardest.

Heimerdinger and the others usually come to class, and Mellow is the one who listens most seriously, but his grades are really not satisfactory.

In other words, some people are not suitable for learning those systematic knowledge.

It's not that Melo has no advantages, as he said five years ago that he wants to become the strongest lockpicker in the world.

In the past five years, Marcos brought him many kinds of locks and safes that are common in the market, and he conquered them one by one without a teacher.

It can be said that in the entire Piltover, except for the security system in the Zodiac Basement, Melo has never tried it, and almost no lock can stop him.

In terms of personality, his changes are not small, except for the occasional venomous tongue, he is more and more like a big brother in front of Baobo.

"Okay, okay, don't scare him."

Marcus finally finished braiding the two braids, held them in his hands and watched them for a while, making sure that there was no embarrassing state of one thick and one thin between the two before letting go with satisfaction.

Fortunately, Baobao's hair is unexpectedly soft, otherwise, with Marcus's rough old man's craftsmanship, the braids don't even need a comb, so it's impossible to have no rough feeling at all.

Baobao shook her head, and the two blue braids swayed left and right behind her with her movements, like two active elves.

"Like it?"

Marcus subconsciously touched the top of his head, and suddenly realized that the little girl five years ago was only a head shorter than himself at this time, and he could no longer touch the top of the other's head casually like before, so he put his hand down silently.

"like!"

Bao Baoxi touched his braid, as if remembering something, he said to Marcos: "I'll show you some interesting little inventions, wait for me."

Saying that, she bounced and ran to her room.

Marcus thought for a while, then called Wei over and asked, "Bangbo should be her nickname, right? What's her real name?"

"You'd better call her Bobo, her name..." Wei paused and said, "It's not very nice."

"How can such a big child be called by nicknames every day?" Marcus said indifferently: "What's her first name? It's really not good. We can change it, and when I apply for Picheng Hukou for you use."

"Pushy, her name is Pushy Ole."

"...Pu...Puxi?" Marcus was startled by the name.

What kind of heartless parents would give their daughter such a name?

The translation of this word is not decent!

"Why don't you just write "Bangbo" on her account information?" Melo came up with an idea.

"It's said that Bobo is a nickname." Clegg said: "If you fill in your information with a nickname, would you be happy?"

Merrow shrugged indifferently: "I can do whatever, anyway, the name is just a code name, you can call it anything. If you like it, register me with Shirko's information, and I can accept it..."

"Where is it called Doug?" Marcus said with a lore.

"...It's a bit embarrassing." Melo said with a downcast face.

Doug, doesn't it translate to 'dog'?

"Or let Baobo decide for himself." Wei turned his head to look in the direction of the room built for several people, and Baobao had already finished taking things and came back.

"What are you guys talking about?" Bobo bounced up to Marcos, raised a few colored pens in his hand, and showed them to Marcos: "Look, weirdo, this is a semi-permanent pen I invented. Paint paint, as long as it is applied to the skin, it can remain effective forever except for washing with special potions!"

"Actually, except for pranks, there are almost no other uses." Milo pulled up his clothes to reveal his belly, which was painted with a very abstract monkey graffiti.

The skin around the edges of the graffiti was slightly red, and it could be seen that Milo had tried to wipe the graffiti off, but in vain.

"Who told you to sleep on the explosive desk yesterday?" Clegg told the origin of this graffiti, and there was no trace of sympathy for Milo in his tone.

This guy just asked for it.

"Don't you know how to pick the lock? Can't you just go to the explosion room and get the potion to wash it off?" Marcos asked.

"I really want to..." Milo wanted to cry but had no tears: "She...she didn't make a potion to wash off the paint at all!!!"

At this moment, Marcus suddenly had a clear understanding, no wonder Milo took the initiative to say good things for Baobo just now.

Feelings are all because of this graffiti!
(End of this chapter)