About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

"Call uncle!"

"Uncle!" No. 2 replied helplessly.

"You don't seem to care much about Lin's physique. If you encounter some murders every three days, at least ten cases during this period, how can ordinary people bear it?"

The silly father said viciously. "So you must have other purposes for Lin! What do you want to do with Lin in a place full of gentlemen like England!"

Apologize to the British gentleman!

"Anyway, you are like those gentlemen, staring at Lin's immature and white carcass in heat!"

What nonsense is this director talking about!Apologize to the group of gentlemen who only sneak peeks at Miller's precocity! !

Of course, after apologizing and taking the group of gentlemen away, No. 2 has no objection.

They wiped each other's backs in the bathroom to show their friendliness, and after rinsing off the foam with a disheveled hair, they had no intention of taking a bath with the director.

Although as a dead house, it is inevitable to be affected by this wonderful bathhouse culture.

I don't understand how the various protagonists who have traveled to different worlds have to set up a bathhouse first.

The director obviously had to soak for a while before he came out, so he had to change into the clothes he had taken off in the changing area of ​​the bathroom.

"...Little brother Su, I don't know how dangerous the inner world is, but for an ordinary person like me, it should be difficult to survive...I don't understand why it is Lin. I can't protect her...I can't help it To protect her, in a place like that, I can only rely on you."

When he was about to leave the bathroom, the bureau chief still said what was in his heart.

"Oh, don't worry." Number 2 didn't look back.

A man's promise, as long as this simple sentence is enough.

Of course, as soon as he left the bathroom and closed the door, the director wiped off a layer of skin on his back, let alone.

Especially when the director talked about his youth, and even younger, he also had to wipe a lot of memories.

That is, to wipe while remembering... Hurt his back very rhythmically, the sound of brushing is probably the scream from the skin on his back.

After drying his body, there was still a hot feeling, and No. 2 immediately rolled around on the ground regardless of his image.

"Brother Al?" The little detective who was chewing pizza seemed to be eating takeaway pizza with Miller.

Seeing him rolling into the living room like this, he made a surprised sound.

"Mr. 2..." Miller noticed his grin of pain and concern.

Breathing the air-conditioning, he didn't know whether the director did it on purpose or on purpose... Accompanied by the hot feeling, he ate the pizza.

From time to time, her eyes were aimed at the little one who was sucking her finger, and there was no trace of grief on her face.

Thinking of this little one's past, No. 2 felt a strange sprout of emotion in his heart.

"Xiao Lin..."

"Hey? Brother Al, why did you call me that, huh?" The sudden hug made the little one stop thinking.

slap.

The pizza in his hand fell to the ground, and another elementary school student across the table stopped thinking a little bit, ah, maybe his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

The air in the room also solidified as if by magic, and the pointer 'tick-tick' moved forward.

The little detective who had stopped thinking tilted his head, and immediately deduced the truth.

"Brother Al, did Dad say something? Although I'm a little happy, Miss Miller will cry." Lin didn't break away from the hug, but instead rubbed her little head like a puppy clinging to her master.

"Miller? What's wrong with Miller?" Hearing what the little one said, No. 2 looked at the pupil whose expression and posture seemed to be fixed with space.

Why did you suddenly turn pale with fright?

"Mr. 2, Mr. 2...lolicon is not allowed!" Miller, who was gradually recovering his color, said this for no reason.

Well, how many times does this elementary school student want to find fault, and if he wants to fight, he can't help but accompany him.

After giving Miller a hard look, No. 2 took Lin's hand.

"Hey, brother Al, where do you want to take me?" Lin asked in confusion.

After shaving his own face, No. 2 went outside the house, and then returned to the house, leading the little detective around like a treasure hunt.

Seemingly worried about what he would do to Lin, Miller followed closely behind.

"Do I look like a Lolicon?" A somewhat puzzled No. 2 asked the little one who was holding her hand.

"Brother Al is not a lolicon~" Lin's answer made him feel happy.

Soon No. 2 found the target and stopped. He didn't notice that Miller's eyes were round.

No. 2 let go of the little hand he was holding, put his hand on the little boy's head and rubbed it, and took off the pair of glasses for her to put on.

"Brother Al, I'm not close..." Xiao Budian's words stopped suddenly, because at this time she was wearing those glasses, showing an unbelievable picture.

As temporary workers of the evil organization, the combat uniforms they use will be recycled after the incident, and other equipment accessories will be handed over to No. 2 first.

But these are not important, the glasses owned by No. 2 are actually adjusted according to his condition by the genius scientists in the organization.

Probably something happened during the manufacturing process, so the function of the glasses is unexpectedly powerful, and even existences like undead can be seen, which is a function that mass-produced glasses do not have.

For the little one, what she saw was enough.