About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

Still, Miller understood what he meant.

Facing lolicon-like looks from several lovers in the living room, No. 2 reluctantly contacted the talented girl in the organization.

She had just finished a difficult brain operation, and she was lazily lying on the bed that looked like an emergency bed.

Even she felt the difficulty.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Nuonuo, to disturb your rest..."

"Huh?"

There seemed to be a weak murmur on the other end of the phone.

If possible, No. 2 also hopes that this talented girl can be free.

It's a pity that in the current situation, there is no free time for the evil organization.

The originally planned employee trips have been postponed again and again.

Just as No. 2 does not want Keya to be involved in the troubles that the evil organization will face as No. 1, the leader of the evil organization does not want those women he values ​​to be involved in such troubles.

The current world situation has become a tense situation.

His intuition plus the result of the operation performed on the Clown King by the genius girl pointed to the situation he least wanted to see - Loki was messing around.

So No. 2 fully understands the idea that the mascot leader only allows official members to take care of troublesome things.

To be honest, I was really involved in a very troublesome situation.

Called No. 2 wished to find out Loki and put him on the ground, and perform the continuous beating taught by the general.

Absolutely in the brisk BGM, the protoss named Loki can be beaten into a pig's head.

The landline phone placed on the wall of the living room can directly communicate with the base.

Nuonuo who answered the phone was very tired, and answered in a half-asleep and half-awake posture with one eye closed.

No. 2 couldn't tell whether it was sleep talking or the other party's reply, but he still expressed his needs no matter what.

At least it can provide the saint girl in Z city with the power to protect herself, or a prop for calling for help.

"... Wooha, meow..."

Facing the voice from the other end of the phone, No. 2 just raised his head slightly.

There is no need to be suspicious of the status of the receiving party, obviously there is no way to answer normally.

No. 2 can only end the communication with great regret.

It was said to be a brain operation, but in fact Nuo Nuo's operation time was only the moment when the clown king's eyeball was physically gouged out.

To decipher ninety-four million authentic and false spells in that instant and find out the real core, there are not many people in the world who can complete such brain surgery.

Although the price is only fatigue, the difficulty of this brain surgery is the first time Nuonuo has encountered it so far.

It is unknown that he needs to rest for half a month before he can return to his previous state.

From this point of view, the brain surgery has also allowed the most core figures of the evil organization to temporarily leave the front line.

"Oops, it's really too bad... It won't even be counted in this."

No. 2 is very worried that the result of the various weakenings of the evil organization is the handwriting of the prank god.

In any case, the protoss belonged to a high-level scientific research race, and Nuonuo was just an ordinary descendant of the protoss, and he was already very proud of being able to create such a result.

No. 2 wanted to be proud of Nuonuo, compared to the reliable senior who had to temporarily leave the front line due to various reasons, he and the mascot leader who were still standing on the front line were really worthless.

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Ding dong.

Not long after, the girl who heard about the tutoring or understood the true meaning of No. 2 arrived first.

"Well, Mr. No. 2... Excuse me."

"Please come in... don't be restrained."

Facing the gazes of the lovers looking at Lolicon, No. 2 who led the girl into the villa looked very embarrassed.

The living room against the light blue water brings a little coolness in the hot summer, although it has just rained.

"Mr. No. 2, has something serious happened?"

Miller, who took off his boots at the entrance, went straight in with his little feet as soon as he put on indoor slippers.

Miller's wheat ear-colored hair was a little wet, and his bright eyes under the red-rimmed glasses were staring straight at him, casting a very strong gaze.

"what……"

Ding dong.

Before Number 2 could answer, the doorbell rang again.

"Miller, wait a minute."

"Yes."

The girl answered seriously, and then smiled back at the other girls in the living room.