[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

The days in Paris are very busy for me. In addition to learning the exquisite knowledge about the human body taught by Master Lalhu, I also exercise myself from being beaten by sinking pools every day.

After a few days like this, Shen Chi took me to the street to experience the night life in Paris.

"What do you do at home? I thought a rich guy like you would be more fun."

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Don't be so sad Tim, at least you don't have to be beaten by me tonight."

"I think it's good to read or watch movies at home, maybe I can take you to play online games?"

"Haha, are you still a kindergarten kid?"

"Why don't you say that you drink milk every day and go to bed at 10:00?"

It's really not something I can do, I think it's good to stay up late.

Shen Chi, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, tied up his long hair today, and he murmured: "My boy, I really have to take you to see and see, and have some fun."

He took me into a bar, and as soon as I entered the door, I was frightened by the men and women in the bar.It is indeed extremely bustling and noisy.

Shen Chi said: "..."

"what are you talking about?"

The loud music made it impossible for me to hear what he was saying.

He smiled at me and slipped into the crowd.

It's not that I haven't attended a dance party, but it's the first time I've been to such a noisy bar.

Rejecting the mixed wine suggested by the bartender, I sipped a glass of lemonade.

While drinking water, I saw a girl surrounded by several men, and I stood up out of habit: "Guys, this is my friend, what's the matter with her?"

A few gangsters glared at me, wanted to say something but gave up, turned their heads and left bitterly.

I pulled the girl to sit next to me, she has black hair, a pair of smart eyes, wearing a black tracksuit - she is an Asian.

The girl sat in front of me, but didn't say a word. I looked at her quietly, and she gestured to me.

I realized right away that the girl couldn't speak - maybe that's why she didn't call for help when she was surrounded.

It doesn’t matter what language you use in sign language. I also learned sign language briefly, and I quickly communicated with girls.

You are from America.

...how did you find out?

Your clothes, your hairstyle, the key is your hair.

I touched my hair subconsciously, er, can this also reveal the location?

The girl opposite looked at me touching my hair and laughed.

The two of us communicated for a while, and the girl gradually approached me, perhaps because of her typical Chinese appearance, which made me feel very cordial.

"Tim, how can you play with this kind of little girl? Don't waste your time, come with me... ouch!!"

The Asian girl next to me stepped on Shen's foot and countered his hand behind her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The girl in a black T-shirt took my hand and took me to the bar, I kept turning my head to look at Shen Chi, is this guy okay?

The petite Asian girl pulled me tightly, her movements were very firm, I even had to help her prop up the glass door that was about to swing back to prevent hitting her, and finally the girl took me to the moonlit streets of Paris.

Paris is a bustling city, and the night view of Paris is even more beautiful.Under the neon lights, there is a romantic charm in Paris, where boys and girls stand together.

"Where are you from?" I brought up the topic first.

The girl gestured to indicate that she was Chinese. I suddenly felt a little emotional and lowered my head slightly: "My name is Tim Drake, and I am from the United States."

The girl paused and began to spell to me with difficulty with her fingers.

"Kassandra?"

She nodded.

I looked at the girl carefully by the light of the street lamp. The child was obviously young, only in his early 10s. Asian children looked a little petite in front of European children, while Cassandra looked extraordinarily slender and dexterous.

The girl's hair is messy, and the ends are still a little yellow.

A kind of pity welled up from my heart involuntarily. I reached out to touch her, but felt a little inappropriate and retracted.

Cassandra immediately stretched out her hand and interlocked my fingers.

She turned her head and gave me an extremely sweet and well-behaved smile. At that moment, I felt as if fireworks were blooming in my heart.

"Cassandra, shall I take you home?"

Cassandra stared blankly at me, and I saw her face gradually blushing, the girl's fingers kept rubbing on the back of my hand, she lowered her head, her small and exquisite earlobes were already bright red .

"Um……"

Just when I wanted to ask further where Cassandra lived, she raised her head and shook her head again.

Why do you reject me?

Before I could ask the reason, a group of punks came towards us.

"Little bitch, you are here."

I straightened up immediately, blocking the petite Cassandra behind me: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

The muscular man stretched out his hand and dragged Cassandra away, muttering in his mouth: "Bitch, I think you will pay the price."

"Wait a minute..."

I stepped forward to rescue Cassandra, but the strong man threw the girl to the ground with one hand.

"Boy, are you talking to me?"

He kicked me in the face.

I hurriedly rolled on the ground to avoid, and in order to protect Cassandra who hadn't got up behind me, I had to bear the pressure.

The strong man grabbed my collar: "Boy, this is the territory of our Qinglong Gang, I hope you can remember."

I got up and wanted to teach them a lesson, but Cassandra gently pulled the corner of my clothes.

I turned my head and wiped my nosebleed, and looked at her: "You can go first, I think I..."

The Chinese girl shook her head, and she left with these Qinglong gang members.

I sat on the ground in the streets of Paris in a daze, watching this group of people leave. The person who claimed to be the Qinglong Gang was swearing, using Mandarin, Cantonese, and French. Hit back with an elbow.

I got up and followed them without thinking.

I can pretend that this incident never happened. After all, both Cassandra and the Qinglong Gang are people I met by chance.

But I guess I can't.

I quickly turned around and ran back to the dormitory, found the Robin uniform in the suitcase interlayer, changed it, and flew straight up from the roof.

I can ignore her, but I can't.

I think my actions may be a bit conspicuous, after all, what I'm learning now is fighting or medical treatment skills, I haven't learned stealth.

But the night provided me with a good cover.

This may be my first actual combat after studying under Master Lalhu.

After a lapse of 10 minutes, I returned to the building where the group of Qinglong gang members entered. I kept going through the windows and climbing the ventilation ducts, looking for strange things.

Where the hell was Cassandra taken?Was she hurt, was she bullied?Did I come in time?

I was terribly worried about her, but I couldn't find her anywhere, and I heard beatings in one of the rooms.

I don't know what happened, but I figured I had to go and help the man who was beaten first.

And I happened to observe from the beams that the perpetrators were those members of the Qinglong Gang.These days of exercise have made my body lighter, and I can do many movements that I couldn't do before. I took out the rope from my belt and hung it on the beam, and then swung down from above.

I kicked 4 people over at once, and released the black man who was beaten from imprisonment.

After the black man escaped from imprisonment, he used his fist to teach the group of Qinglong gang members a severe lesson.

He can protect himself.

"You, who are you? I am Claude Cross, and you are now involved in a crisis because of me..."

"I'm from Gotham, please call me Robin."

"...I haven't heard of it, but come with me, kid!"

The two of us beat the group of gangsters back to back, and they called a lot of people in. I was panting with the long stick I had snatched from one of them, but the more I beat, the brighter my eyes became.

Ha, I feel like I've improved a lot.

Master Lalhu from Tibet made a fine forging of my body. I was beaten every day by Shen Chi's men until I was dizzy. I have been in Paris for so long. I haven't even been to the floating palace yet, and all this has helped me become a better version of myself.

I originally had an absolute advantage with the big black brother behind me, but they have too many reinforcements...

I gritted my teeth, thinking about whether to throw out the mist bomb in the universal belt, at this moment, I saw Cassandra crawling out of the corner.

Where did this girl go before?I fought and retreated, grabbed her, and pushed her: "You run!"

Cassandra shook her head, and with a side kick, she knocked down a punk who was pounced on him with a dagger in his hand.

The tall grown man was kicked to the ground, vomiting blood.

"...wow..." I was taken aback by Cassandra.

With the assistance of Claude and Cassandra, I coaxed these gangsters away.Among these, I have an illusion that my actual combat is the most rubbish among the three of us.

……

Maybe not an illusion.

When the group of gangsters ran away with each other, I also helped Claude up and took him out of the room.

On a high beam, a woman is watching this happen.

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"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"If I go to the hospital, they will find me sooner or later."

"Then we're going to find a place to put you."

Cassandra suddenly grabbed my cloak and gave it a tug.

I turned my head to look at this girl, she made two gestures to me, okay, I understood what she meant.

So I took Claude and followed Cassandra.

While I was thinking about the identities of the two of them, I was thinking about what I should do next. Cassandra's black hair flicked under the street lamp, making some rhythmic sounds on this silent road. .

Cassandra took me to an apartment in a bustling neighborhood—this was something I never expected, because the girl's thin body and hair that made me feel a little malnourished made me think she was not born. Wealthy, but now this girl has the keys to a fancy apartment.

My inner alarm had sounded, but for some reason, I continued to follow Cassandra, and put the black man I rescued from the gangsters on the bed to treat his wounds.

Cassandra watched me pack up the medicine.

Claude had already fallen asleep, I turned my head to look at the girl leaning against the door, and met her beautiful black eyes: "Cassandra, why are you involved in the Qinglong Gang?"

Cassandra didn't answer me, she approached me, took my palm and interlocked her fingers, then raised her head and smiled at me: "Ah."

I looked at her and she didn't continue to answer me.

I sighed: "Okay, okay, girl, who let me meet you."

I thought, I'm always stuck with these girls, how does Batman deal with these women with "little troubles"?He must have a way.

Cassandra gestured that she was going to change clothes, and then left the room.

I was the only sober person in the apartment. I inspected the room carefully. The bed was made of high-thread-count Egyptian cotton, the furniture was mostly black walnut, and the sofa on the balcony was made of genuine leather.If this apartment is in Gotham, the rent will be about 1500 US dollars a month, and based on the approximate price in Paris, it will cost more than 1 francs a month.

I sighed, turned my attention to Claude on the bed again, and opened the handheld computer in my belt, hoping to find some clues.

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"Am I in heaven?"

Cassandra didn't come back until Claude woke up. I had a premonition about it, but the disappearance of this dumb Chinese girl still left a deep impression on me.

She is like a phantom, with the China I miss and the familiar dark taste.

"No, you're just in the apartment, alive, sir."

"The dressing skills are really good."

That is, I practiced hard on Bruce.

"So, Mr. Claude Cross from the FBI, can you explain why you appeared in a Parisian gang?"

"……How did you know?"

Claude scratched his hair, but there was no embarrassment on his face.

"I also know that your passport has expired."

Claude: "Are you a doctor, a thug, a detective, and hacking skills?"

"Almost a little bit."

"I originally came to France as an undercover agent to investigate transnational drug cases, but now, I have some personal blood debts to deal with them."

"Son, you probably don't understand this."

"Not necessarily."

"Let's talk about this later, boy, what's your name? You turned me inside out, I used to be a detective too..."

"Just call me Robin."

Claude got up from the bed and was about to leave: "Anyway, we have to move quickly, those mad dogs are very fast. Uh, where are my clothes?"

"It turned out that I disposed of the traces and threw them into the trash can. I called the store to send new clothes over. Wait a minute."

I figured I'd have to leave something for Cassandra in this room without the mobs chasing her finding out, which prompted me to write a code slip and put it in the crevice at the foot of the bed.

I think if that girl can find out, maybe we will have the possibility to contact again later.

Just as I was helping Claude put on his pants, a woman suddenly jumped out from the window sill: "You are in danger, you have to leave quickly."

……

No, the question is who are you?

This lady, who was as nimble as a butterfly, dexterously jumped off the window sill and walked in front of the two of us: "I think you two still know too little about gangster culture. They have already gone downstairs."

"do you know her?"

"I thought you knew..."

Claude and I looked at each other, but we heard footsteps.

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The lady who led us through the window to leave the room is obviously also a Chinese—speaking of which, since I came to Paris, I feel as if I have returned to the Chinese family. Do I have any special buffs?

The Chinese lady in the front was flipping around in the air like a cat, and I was running behind with a bandage-covered ex-FBI employee on my arm.

"Da da da."

Bullets were fired from behind.

I tugged on my keslav fiber bulletproof cloak, blocked Cloud, and dragged him behind a pillar.

"Maybe you shouldn't get involved."

"I've come in now, and they won't let me go if I want to go out."

The Chinese woman in front turned to me and said, "Pretty boy, you have to pay attention!"

I held off the 6-foot man and swung the two of us with the hook gun to a covered area below, and in the wind I heard Crowder yell, "I've got 200 pounds!"

"Don't worry, my rope can bear 800 pounds." Produced in the Batcave, Batman also uses this kind of rope - he adds at least 300 pounds of equipment, if sometimes Batman hugs two victims on the left and right People, then hang a two or three criminals on the back, this rope can also work tenaciously.

After I settled Claude under the hail of bullets, I found that the group of Qinglong Gang chasing us had been surrounded by the police—thankfully, the Paris police were rotten, but they were much better than Gotham’s.

And when I wanted to find the mysterious Chinese lady, she disappeared.

I met two mysterious Chinese women, do Chinese women have any hidden skills in this world?

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The lady who helped at the critical moment disappeared and I am now back with a seriously injured patient.

Claude, who was still chattering at me along the way, fell into a coma immediately after entering the house I rented in the suburbs in advance using a computer.

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Two days later.

"Are you investigating me?"

I was concentrating on looking at the computer when suddenly the door opened.

"Yes, Claude, I hacked into the FBI's intranet, it was really troublesome, it took me a day." I frowned and looked at him, "You have been in a coma for two days with a fever, just talk nonsense. Are you walking barefoot like this?"

"Can you hack into it in a day? What are those shits in the Internet department doing... No, the point is that you shouldn't do this, you shouldn't want to peep at my past." Claude didn't reply that I cared about him if.

"Come on, Claude," I continued to look at the information on the screen, "You are a master at this."

"I found out that you have been following them for more than two years. From Hong Kong to Montreal, from Marseilles to Bangkok, you led your special agent team to a brilliant record. Once suppressing their criminal career, you are about to win."

"So why did you quit so suddenly?"

Clyde slammed his fist hard against the wall.

"You think I did a good job? My wife and my daughter were brutally murdered. Is that good? I found out who was behind it, but he was exonerated—the big man in Italy!"

I was silent for a moment, and it made me think of Jason Todd and the Joker of the Inquisition of the United Nations.

"Sorry……"

"There's no need to feel sorry, they're sorry to hear my story, but they can't understand the vengeful flames of rage inside of me."

"So I'm on this path by myself, and I'm alone for revenge."

"Do you really feel like you're alone in the world?" I thought about Batman, I thought about Dick, I thought about Jason Todd and myself.

"Are you the only one who lost a loved one?" I haven't fully caught the murderer behind the tragedy of my parents. The Italian kidnapper was also confirmed to have a mental illness, go tnd mental illness.

I took a deep breath and thought about what I had discovered about the Qinglong Gang's bad behaviors such as drug trafficking and murder over the years, especially their abduction and trafficking of women and children.

"I think the two of us can go scouting together."

Clade looked at me: "You are a wealthy American kid. You see that you swipe a gold card and even have a computer. You don't need to get involved in troubled waters because of me. I can help you escape back to the United States now."

"Who do you think I am?"

I took my domino mask off the table and put it on my face.

"Heh, are you a probationary superhero?"

"uh-huh."

"It still feels like a child."

"So it's an internship."

"Okay kid, then I can teach you how to fight, although my fighting is not a good-looking show."

"The Chinese Kung Fu I learned is not a show!"

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"Ugh—"

I was kicked by Claude and fell to the ground.

It feels like it's back to being beaten by Shen Chi, um, or back to being beaten by Bruce?But Bruce was much lighter.

A new teacher of mine, a new style of gymnastics.

Just sore all over, as always.

Claude lived up to the information I found on the Internet. He is indeed the leading elite agent in the United States.

"Boy, if you want to hang out on the street, you have to be ruthless."

During the break, this man said to me: "All good people are in the cemetery, only cruel people can survive."

Then he suddenly gave me a chokehold.

He punched me in the face again with his good hand.

"You are too weak. Compared with your physical weakness, your mental weakness in the struggle is the point."

I was thrown to the ground severely.

"Boy, anger, fight back with your anger."

I couldn't help crying because of the pain, and fell to the ground.

Cloud continued to look at me and said, "Stand up, boy."

But I didn't stand up. I supported the ground with my hands, and suddenly turned over and bounced with my lower body, and kicked Claude's lower abdomen with my feet.

I hit him hard in the stomach.

Claude's wound oozes blood.

"...Sorry, I should be careful..." I didn't expect my attack to cause secondary damage to his wound.

"No, Robin, you have learned what I most want to give you."

Claude was sweating coldly because of the injury, but he laughed heartily.

But at this moment, I heard a woman's voice.

"That's not okay, it's too rude, little bird, you're not elegant enough, I've seen better exhibition games than you in the girls' cheerleading training room."

Sitting on the wall is the Chinese lady who suddenly appeared a few days ago, and she said so.

"The man is right, you need some elegant guidance from a lady."

Why did you pop up again out of nowhere?

"Who the hell are you!" The irritable Claude asked first without hesitation.

"You can call me Shiva."

I suddenly searched for this name frantically in my heart. This is a god of destruction among the three-phase gods in Hindi. He is an omniscient and omnipotent main god whose gender is not fixed.

"Boy," the lady jumped lightly from the wall, "I think I can give you some guidance."

"...why should I"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was suddenly attacked by this lady. She stretched out her hand and hooked my chin: "You look really good, huh."

"Ma'am, I really appreciated your help last time, but..."

The lady who called herself Siwa let go of my face, and she leaned against the wall: "I came because I have the same goal as yours, Dorrance the Snake King."

Claude was silent.

Who is Dorrance the Snake King?This question circled in my mind for a while.

Siva looked at me as if he also realized that I didn't know anything about it, so the lady gave a strange look: "God, Claude Cross, I have my motives, and you are out of revenge Also willing to go to hell, what about this kid? He doesn't know anything about it, why is he involved in such trouble..."

"Ma'am, I think I..."

Siwa raised his voice: "Dorrance is, uh, one of the most dangerous men in the world. I think I, the most dangerous woman in the world, are more suitable to go to him."

She stretched out her hand again, and Mosuo touched my cheek with an expression that I couldn't understand.

"You're a detective too? I know your mentor and know that you're his newest little robin."

I turned my head to avoid the woman's hand, but the woman's expression changed, and she stretched out her other hand to rub my hair vigorously.

"His robin is quite like him. I provoked that crazy woman in the Middle East, and you will also provoke her."

I don't understand what you're talking about, Ms. Shiva.

Ms. Siva turned around and jumped back on the wall, dangling her long legs: "I heard from your mentor that you did a good job in intelligence work? I have some information accumulated by Dorrance in my hand. If we want to deal with him , I think you need to put in more effort to come up with a better plan, little detective."

And Claude finally couldn't help opening his mouth: "You don't look like you are with us?"

Shiva clicked his tongue impatiently: "Robin and I both have our own strengths. I trust his intelligence technology, but you, you are not very good in my eyes."

My natural intuition told me to shut up between these two, and the tension between the two of them reminded me of my fear of being dominated by some girls in elementary school.

Siwa jumped down again and took my hand—by the way, the interlocking gesture is a little familiar, did a little girl do this to me not long ago?Do girls living in Paris have such a habit?

"Let's go, Xiaoniao, you should be able to use the computer in this house, right?"

It can be used again. Not long ago, I used him to hack the internal network of the FBI.

And now I'm attacking the NATO database.

I feel like I've swollen my face from being so sure I won't break the law.

"Find out the information about the Krieger War Lab. I think it's very important."

Siwa sat on the computer desk and told me the information she got, while looking at me.

After three hours of hard work under this tremendous pressure, I finally found the information.

"This used to be a Nazi laboratory, but after 1940 they moved for some reason..."

"Very good!" Siva supported my shoulders, leaning his face into mine, "What else do you know?"

"I think it might be here, this village called Oxy, combined with the time when the laboratory was transferred, this place in the Lorraine region of eastern France is close to the Maginot Line, the two may be related."

"Smart boy," Shiva hugged me and pressed a kiss on my forehead, "I think you attracted her because of this."

Ms. Shiva, what are you talking about?

And who is she you mentioned?

My expression cracked.

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Claude and I got into the same car and drove to this small French countryside. The former agent was obviously in a bad mood on the way.

"Of course it would be cool to visit a Nazi war lab," the driver said, "but awesome Mr. Robin, you never thought the lady who gave the tip, we don't know anything about her, she might even It was Dorrance's men who led us to a dead end."

"Claude, if she is really from Dorrance, then the two of us may have been turned into ashes and sprinkled into the sea before, not to mention that this lady is stronger than you..."

After hearing what I said, Claude's expression became even uglier. He muttered, "Is it because he looks good?"

This, how is this possible?

Am I such a person?The one who did it must be called Dick Grayson, not me, Timothy Drake.

"She's really pretty..."

"Ah!"

"But I also think she's dangerous."

Siva reminded me of that girl I met at the bar, both of them had the same dangerous, dark and sweet aura about them.

Are they two sisters?

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The three of us stood on a high place and looked down. Sure enough, some people and cars came in and out.

"How come there are so many people?" I was a little surprised.

"Dorrance won't show up here, but we can follow his little Luola to find him, just like following the worker ants to find the queen." Siva said.

"There is definitely another way down there. I think this used to be a military building during World War II. I think we should..." Claude observed carefully.

"It's a little strange that they came to this abandoned laboratory 50 years ago to look for biochemical weapons 50 years ago... What are they going to do? What exactly does Dorrance, the snake king behind the Qinglong Gang, want to do?"

"Would you like to ask your pretty lady who took your heart away?"

"Siva?"

……

I turned my head and saw that the lady standing on the rock had disappeared.

I only think that Bruce is very proficient in this skill of turning his head, and Dick can't even do it-how did this woman do it?

Claude laughed at me: "I think she probably discussed with Dorrance how to kill us both."

"Why do you have such a big opinion of her?"

"I think today is a day of ups and downs, the Nazi bioweapons 50 years ago, a hot beauty killer, and you, Zorro."

Claude and I climbed the ventilation duct together, while complaining: "Robin, I feel like I'm in a movie today."

I ignored him and jumped off the ladder to check the situation first.

This ventilation duct is full of abandoned military equipment from 50 years ago, and there are many wooden boxes. Although it is full of dust, I think the gang must have hidden some bombs or traps in it.

The military project once built for the Maginot Line stretched thousands of miles, and the two of us walked through the tunnels in the dark.

We traveled almost 5 kilometers in the dark, and then we were spotted...

The group even opened fire. Relying on my agility and the defensive Robin uniform, I first covered Claude, who only grabbed a gun in my hand, looking for cover, however.

"Robin!"

The bomb went off.

I was knocked down to the ground by the aftermath of the explosion, and was grabbed by those men.

I struggled hard, but my body armor was shot several times, my ears were still ringing, and I was brought in front of a beautiful woman.

She raised my chin: "Child, why did you appear here? Didn't Shen Chi tell you not to be too curious in Paris?"

She slapped me in the face: "I think you will pay for your own behavior. When I finish the errand assigned by the Snake King, I will come and play with you."

As I was being tortured by this woman, I saw a small black figure rushing into the group - it was Cassandra!

This Chinese girl is as nimble as a leopard, knocked down three thugs in just a few strokes, I opened my mouth to make her leave quickly - there are more than a dozen grown men here, for a little girl, no matter how powerful she is will also...

I bit my tongue, Cassandra came to the Batcave for me, and while I don't know anything about her background, I obviously couldn't put a girl in her early teens on this.

Think fast, think fast, Timothy!

This is an underground air-raid shelter. There are also many chiropteras in the French countryside, and there are many cute flying animals like Gotham.

I quietly clicked the sonic transmitter in the pocket on my arm.

"Ahhhh-!!!"

"What is this?"

Swarms of bats came rushing towards us, the screeching of the bats, the sound of flapping wings, mixed with the screams of the crowd.

I took the opportunity to roll on the ground, lost control, grabbed the hand of Cassandra who was still fighting with the group of strong men, and ran out together with the bats.

In the black wave pouring out like bats, under the cover of these cute little guys, I found another beam suitable for hiding. I hugged Cassandra, and this girl was quietly in my arms. I stood there, with my arms around my neck.

The bats all flew away after all, and after seeing these poor people tortured by bats, I finally found the "snake king's mission" that the woman said.

They left the underground bomb shelter with a safe-maybe this safe was the 50-year-old bio-weapon that I found they planned.

"We have to catch them," I said, looking down at Cassandra.

When I got outside the air-raid shelter, I found Claude who was waiting for me on a motorcycle.

The tall black man looked at me holding Cassandra in my arms, first frowned, and then remembered that he had seen Cassandra when he was imprisoned and beaten by the Qinglong Gang.

"Robin, are Asian women that attractive to you?"

It's all said and done, shut up, Claude.

Claude seemed to accept his fate: "Who told you to save me twice? Your wind direction is quite like Zorro."

I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense, how could I be this kind of person? !

I put Cassandra on the back of the motorcycle and let her hug my waist,