Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

……

"Stop singing, or I'll throw you out of the store."

Mike, dressed in a dark blue work uniform, walked out of the back room of the repair shop and tossed the car keys to the Luper man across from him with an unfriendly expression.

The Luper chuckled and said, "Mike, your car repair skills are really good. How about you consider it...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of pliers was thrown in front of him.

“Syracus, I run a legitimate business. If you come to get your car repaired, you’re welcome. If you want to do something else, please leave.”

"Fine, fine, you're the boss, you call the shots. I'm going to fight a tough battle today, and if my car breaks down, I'll come to you."

The Luper man hopped on his motorcycle and drove off dejectedly.

Mike Ann.

An had thought about this name for a long time. An was his surname, and Mike represented...

Fortunately, the past two months have gone relatively smoothly; no two men have come to us with a dog again, saying they want to pull off a big heist.

It feels like being a doctor at Rhodes Island was a long time ago.

The man in front of the mirror was well-proportioned, strong, and 183 cm tall, with short gray hair and handsome features.

Previously, An was of medium build, not much flesh on his body, frail and thin, with medium-length black hair and a baby face.

When he left Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit said she could help him change his appearance slightly to prevent him from being recognized by some perceptive operators. Now it seems that he did change his appearance slightly?

No, not at all, it's like a completely different person.

fair enough.

Mike, now known as Ann, breathed a sigh of relief.

After arriving in Longmen, he used his savings from many years of work to open a shop. With his excellent car repair skills, he successfully established himself, and two months passed in the blink of an eye.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Mike snapped out of his daze and turned to look. Standing in the doorway was a thin, petite Liberi girl.

"Um, sir, do you repair bicycles?"

Mike wanted to point to the sign at the door and say no repairs, but as he got closer, he realized he couldn't refuse the girl.

The Liberian girl blinked, her eyes brimming with tears, her panicked expression revealing her deep fear of rejection.

"build."

An said weakly.

Ok.

He had already recognized who the girl was.

Snow pheasant, little snow chicken.

The bicycle tire was punctured by a nail. Mike was very skilled at fixing it and didn't mention changing the tire, because he knew that Snowshrew would just tell him to patch it up.

"Master, how much..."

Considering the prices in Lungmen and Snowchir's financial situation, Mike quoted the price before Snowchir could finish speaking.

"5 yuan."

Mike didn't get a response for a long time. When he looked up, he saw Xuezhi staring at his face with an indescribable conflicted expression.

"Didn't bring your wallet?"

"No, no, okay, okay."

Snow Pheasant, somewhat frightened, took out her small wallet and counted out five coins, handing them to Mike.

"Um, Master, do you have...?"

"what?"

"It's alright, I misread it, I'm sorry!"

The snow pheasant rode away on its bicycle, flying as fast as it could.

After watching the little snow chicken fly away, Mike washed his hands in the basin, moved a chair over and sat down in front of the repair shop.

He remembered that Snowsant had formed deep friendships with several wealthy women on Rhodes Island, and that she paid a decent salary. So why was she still like this?

Swire, Jessica, and other girlfriends can just casually invest a little, and Snowshoe will be set for life...

Never mind, everyone has their own ambitions.

In the past two months, I've run into former Rhodes Island operators like Ash, Penguin Logistics, and Bison. They've all passed by the entrance, but none of them recognized me. What started as unease gradually became more reassuring.

The sight of the snow pheasant today made him reach out and rub his cheek.

Will I be recognized?

Kal'tsit's assurances seem reliable, right?

Mike was in a daze when a shadow appeared before him, followed by a pair of leather boots. His gaze climbed upwards to see close-fitting, slim-fitting trousers, a jacket with the Guard Bureau insignia, dark green hair, a high chest, and a calm face.

"Star, Star Sir?"

That was close; I almost called out Hoshiguma's name.

The visitor was none other than Hoshiguma. Lungmen Police Inspector casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered one to Mike.

Mike didn't dare reach out to take it; he just looked at Hoshiguma, waiting for her to continue.

"Have one."

Mike had no choice but to take one as well.

Although he smoked, the Rhodes Island kids didn't like the smell of smoke, and Pero and Rupert, who had a sensitive sense of smell, felt uncomfortable, so they eventually quit.

But now, he is Mike, not Dr. Ann.

“The Capone family has had their cars repaired here.”

Hoshiguma took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke through his nose, and then said, "Do you remember?"

Mike recalled the Rupert man who had his car repaired at the shop: "Hollande, his beat-up motorcycle breaks down every few days. I told him to get a new one, but he couldn't bear to. Star Sir, what trouble has he gotten into?"

"Not yet, but it's only a matter of time. That's how it is in Syracuse."

"Ah."

Hoshiguma suddenly asked, "You know a lot about the Syracuses?"

The police inspector narrowed his eyes, and the sharp gaze hidden beneath his eyelids made Mike feel a pressure different from when he was a doctor.

“I am Colombian, and many Syracuseans have migrated to my country. I don’t like those immigrants.”

Hoshiguma smiled and patted Mike on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous. I'm just here to get to know you. You've been running this store for two months now, and this is my first time here. We're friends."

Mike laughed along, saying, "The police and the people are one family."

"By the way, what is your race? I didn't detect any racial characteristics in you."

"Oh, I am an Agorian."

“Agor from Colombia is quite interesting. I’ve met some Agorians. You guys always have something special about you.”

After Hoshiguma finished speaking, her cigarette burned out. She pressed the cigarette butt on the ground and casually threw it into a nearby trash can.

Mike couldn't help but ask, "Star Sir, I remember you don't smoke."

Hoshiguma laughed and asked in return, "How did you know?"

"Everyone here knows you, just ask anyone."

"Oh, I see. I didn't smoke before because... some people thought it was bad. But now, I've been busy with work and under a lot of pressure these past two months, so I couldn't help myself."

The burly police inspector from Lungmen left.

Mike stood there lost in thought. Talking to an operator as perceptive as Hoshiguma made him feel immense pressure.

That night.

The young man Hollande was slashed to the ground by a Rupert man wielding two swords, and blood flowed freely.

3. Is it normal for Chapter Three to be arrested?

Unfortunately, this Rupert was a highly skilled swordsman. Hollande was slashed seventeen or eighteen times, but he only suffered superficial wounds and was not in any danger of losing his life.

Of course, excessive blood loss would also kill him.

"Why is Capone causing trouble for Penguin Logistics?!"

Hollande was just a henchman; how could he possibly know Capone's true intentions? He was genuinely terrified by the blood on his hands and said with a mournful face, "I don't know, Miss Texas, I really don't know..."

"Get lost, and remember to see a doctor."

The Lupo sheathed his swords and returned indifferently to the street where the fight had just taken place.

A red sports car was parked on the side of the road, and Sakota, a red-haired man wearing headphones, was listening to music with his eyes closed.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Texas covered in blood and couldn't help but frown, saying, "Texas, why are you covered in blood again? Are the people here difficult to deal with?"

"There were six people hiding in this stronghold, three of whom were skilled fighters. I took them all down, it took some effort, and I'm covered in blood, which is quite troublesome. Let's go back, I need to take a shower."

Texas said a couple of things and then fell silent.

The person in charge of driving was naturally Exusiai. Texas had been in a bad mood lately and was ruthless. Anyone who had fought her had sensed her abnormality, which is why they tried to avoid her sharp edge.

These six people are just unlucky guys tonight.

"If the Royal Guard investigates on the road, do you know what to say?"

"I'm not stupid. This is all ketchup that I accidentally spilled on my clothes."

Of course, these are just excuses. The superintendents of the Royal Guard are not stupid. They have a keen sense of smell and can easily tell if it is blood. The ketchup explanation is just to give both sides a way out.

"What did Capone say? Any news?"

"No, the boss used his connections to search Lungmen, but he couldn't find any clues about Capone. He's probably hiding somewhere, so it'll be very difficult to find him."