Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 481: Cleaner III

I must admit that even if the man who calls himself "Long Aotian" is not "mysterious", from the point of view of ordinary people, he is still a very attractive man. Every look in his eyes, every move, even his voice and the urgency of speaking can make people feel a unique trait. This trait is very different from the aesthetics of ordinary people, regardless of the same **** or the opposite sex. Alluring. This trait is not the "superior", "noble" and other temperaments described in literature. He is confident, but peaceful, neither superior nor flattering, whether it is looking at or listening. Still speaking, they all give people a kind of heartfelt feeling, and make people have a deep and friendly first impression. If it is not necessary, probably many people are very willing to make friends with him. It is not the first time that I have met such a person. Morino has similar qualities to him. However, although Morino is a female, in my opinion, he is more straightforward than the man in front of him, so he can always make many friends.

I have not found any traces of femininity in a man. This trait may be innate. After experiencing the polishing of time and the world, he is more mature than Morino. This is also the biggest difference between two people with similar traits. .

Strictly speaking, I have no experience of pursuing women. Whether it is Hakjing, Sakuya or Omi, the relationship between us is in a strange state. I know what love is, but I don't understand love, nor do I know the emotions of normal women and what changes will happen in what kind of behavior. However, judging by a large amount of data observed in the past. The various conditions of "Long Aotian" unintentionally are full of fatal temptation to women. For people who are also men, they may be envious and jealous, but they will not have a great sense of disgust.

If I were a normal person, I would definitely have a good impression of this man. He is like the kind of person who can make people place their best dreams on him. However, although I can explain his advantages with various data and knowledge, it is just a data analysis, so I am watching him. When listening to him, there was neither good feeling nor bad feeling. The retina screen locks the silhouette of the man, presenting a large amount of analysis data. Everything is cold and neutral.

I don't know if the solicitation of the file will fall short because of this man's intervention, but in the details observed so far, there is no vacillation, retreat, or irritation in her. The file is very calm. I outlined her mental state and felt that the reason for her laissez-faire attitude was probably because she could not judge the success or failure of the solicitation and could not make a decision immediately, so I left everything to fate. idea.

Like the "cleaner" answer, she doesn't need the other party to make a decision immediately. No matter what decision the other party makes, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad.

"I'm not her friend." Faced with the man's question of the cleaner, before the cleaner answered, the file answered plainly: "But I hope she can join my team."

"Team?" Long Aotian pondered slightly, and said to the cleaner: "Miss Ruan, do you really plan to continue working in the mercenary business?"

"Why not?" the cleaner asked back, and walked over to the bed to cover the man who was wearing only underwear.

"Don't you feel bored? The money is not much, and it is dangerous... No, given your current strength, Miss Ruan, these jobs probably no longer make you feel dangerous and exciting, right." Long Aotian walked to her side. Put the rose in your hand on the bed gently, "You once said that you can only do this kind of work, but I think you have further development. Of course. For you, the current job makes you boring and tired. . So, I always hope you can do something else to change your mood." After that, the man turned his eyes to the file and said: "May I know what task your team is going to do?"...,

Under normal circumstances, his questions are rude and stupid, and he is certainly not a rookie who does not understand the regulations of mercenary affairs. However, his tone and attitude are straightforward but sincere, which makes it difficult to make people angry.

"No." The file refused without any emotion.

"I was impolite." Long Aotian smiled reservedly, and said to the file: "Miss Ruan is indispensable to your team?"

"No." The file replied directly as the cleaner was by his side without any scruples.

The man's eyes fell on me, and I leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"This gentleman is?" he asked.

"You don't need to know." said the file.

He didn't get angry because of his refusal, he was just a little embarrassed, but he nodded in favor of me.

When we talked, the "cleaner" by the bed was already dressed neatly, and was about to braid his long hair, and a new figure appeared outside the door. The female staff member of the arena knocked on the open door and said to the cleaner, "I will be here soon." There was no respectful language used, as plain as calling a stranger.

Although the file says that as long as you have money here, you can buy anything, but this standard is not unique among its peers. In the world commonly known as Sin City, Las Vegas, almost all large underground institutions are It can be done. As far as the service attitude and quality we see so far, this arena is naturally unqualified. However, this is not a platform for pursuing commercialization, and a large number of mercenaries seem to recognize this. Every time before the start of the competition, there are always many masters flocking to it. Only in this arena can Lufo play the **** competition that best reflects his ability.

The "cleaner" is already a veteran of this arena, and he doesn't care about this simple room and the attitude of the staff at all. She untied a half of the braid again, inserted her fingers into her hair and used it as a comb to straighten it out. She took out a rubber band from her pocket to tie up the ends of her hips, but did not tie a dagger, just inserted it in. In the leather buckle at the trousers, there is no idea of ​​concealing it as a hidden weapon.

Our conversation didn't continue, as we followed the "cleaner" out of the room. Hanging at the end, I easily scooped up the big bunch of roses. About to reach the backstage gate. Other talents perceive my behavior because of the fragrance of flowers and the eyes of others, and even the "cleaners" cast weird glances at me. This is the first time I have seen her emotions so obvious apart from the gloomy.

"What are you doing with this?" The file opened his mouth slightly, and then asked me with a dumbfounded expression.

"This is for the cleaners, isn't it?" Of course I know why they show such expressions, but that's how I did it. Before the others spoke again, I stuffed the roses into "The cleaners "In her arms, she froze in place as if frozen. I said to her: "I heard that the battle between you and the wrestler was lost. I don't know if you have won it afterwards, but I hope you can win the final victory this time."

The "cleaner" took a deep look at me and grabbed the bouquet of roses. Walking out of the backstage door without looking back. There was a burst of eager cheers outside the door, and the half-finals began. The popularity of the "cleaner" was no longer unique. The voice calling her code name was as violent as the voice calling her opponent.

The file and I did not go out immediately. We focused our eyes on the man who claimed to be "Long Aotian". Before the atmosphere became stiff, the other party raised our hands like a surrender, looking like a wry smile, but speaking with confidence. : "Sorry, I still plan to see Miss Ruan win the final victory."

Say it. Turned around unsuspectingly and stepped outside, but he did not miss his slightly tight skin on my retina screen. …,

Until his figure completely disappeared from the field of vision, the file turned his head and said to me with a joking smile: "I can't see it, your way of chasing women is not bad."

"Is that so?" I shrugged, "It's just that my body moves on its own."

"I think it's very likely that the cleaner will join the team." File said as he walked out the door side by side with me.

I glanced at the shadow of the female reformer who guarded the gate. She still stayed there, silent and silent like an erratic ghost. She seemed to feel my sight. Turning my head, although there is no more expression, I can clearly feel that the gaze hidden under the eye device seems to be stained with mechanical coldness.

The contestants were walking into the ring, and the rose bouquet held by the "cleaner" in his left hand made the audience stunned. Immediately there was a more heated discussion. The Retina screen found Long Aotian's "friends" in the audience seat opposite, and then followed their gossip gaze to the crowd that was separating. Long Aotian himself who converged over there. At this time, the seat between me and the file was already occupied.

"Did you see anything?" the file asked. I knew what she meant, but I could only shook my head, saying that I didn't find any major faults in that man either.

"If it's really a disguise, his true identity must be incredible." said the file.

The female warrior fighting with the file was the first white female to win. Two highly skilled women in military uniforms were about to embark on a **** fight, which made the audience even more bloody, screaming and waving their arms from After the two came to power, they did not stop. Only at this time can it be distinguished that the incentives for white women who do not have much distinctive looks, figure, and dress are relatively weaker.

"Do you think the cleaner can win?" I said to the file. Through the extended induction of the interlocking judgment ability, the retinal screen reorganized the image of the ring, and the transparent air was specially marked, with toxic, colorless, odorless and tiny The particles are hiding in the airflow and spreading around.

"The cleaner knows this woman's skill in scooping, he must have been prepared for it." The file said: "The use of odorous and highly toxic gas is expressly forbidden. If it is colorless and odorless, just hold your breath. It’s okay. That kind of poison gas is difficult to produce through the skin. The key is that it is difficult to not breathe for a long time in a state of intense exercise. This woman’s opponent in the previous game, the Indian woman’s fighting style was inherently poisoned by the gas. Restraint. Therefore, the key to victory lies in whether the battle can be resolved in the fastest time, and the speed of cleaners has always been very fast."

As the file said, after the battle started, the white women tried to distance themselves from the cleaners. However, the cleaners not only pulled out the knife very fast, but the speed of the rush also gave a sharp feeling. The big step narrowed the distance between each other. Before the white woman was about to leave the attack range, the cleaner threw the rose bouquet in his hand, forcing the surprised white woman to slow down because of evasion. immediately. The long knife in her hand flashed like lightning, and because of the angle, the shadow of the knife was more clear under the spotlight than in the previous one, and a bright arc suddenly appeared.

/>After drawing the knife, he didn't immediately take it back into the sheath as in the previous game, because the opponent did not die.

At the moment of the moment, the white female still got rid of the attack range of the long knife, and was embarrassed in the ring. The cleaner did not pursue, and stood still with a long knife in his hand. In front of her, the rose bouquet that was cut by the blade was scattered all over the floor. The petals flew slowly, as if coated with a layer of red blood.

When the white woman got up again, her military uniform suddenly split, revealing the outline of the existing sexual characteristics inside. The part that can also be called the pectoral muscle is not very tall in terms of the relative area, but the volume is still large and the weight is still heavy. After coming out, it makes people feel that the torn clothes are caused by the struggle of the chest, not by the blade. However, the retina screen magnified the image of her chest. It can be clearly seen that it is not as soft as fat, but it gives people a feeling of making fat into muscle. …,

Another blink, a blood trace slowly appeared on the skin along the cracked military uniform.

There was an immediate whistle from the audience.

The injury of a white woman is not deep. In the retinal screen, after the muscles in the wound are tightened, the speed of bleeding is greatly reduced, but the fear of "cleaners" prevents her from even covering the exposed parts. She bent down like a wounded female leopard, exuding seventy more fierce than before. Move slowly around the "cleaner" standing in the center. The last battle was a good deal for her, and she was able to do well, but now the opponent has hurt her in one face. In the emcee’s commentary, this was the first time she faced a "cleaner", albeit cautiously. But still suffered a big loss in a moment.

Actually, I don't think physical **** will have any mental impact on this woman. On the contrary, the audience substituting their own into this fighting, seems more excited than the people in the ring. I threw away the cigarette **** and wrung it out with my shoe. After blinking, the white woman lowered her body and rushed towards the "cleaner". If they just stand still, even if they do not breathe, the two can continue to stand in a stalemate for a while, but if the "cleaner" is allowed to take action, they will become passive. It is undoubtedly correct for white women not to delay the time to make the poisonous sound effect. choose.

Nevertheless, the fighting skills of a white woman are just like her modest characteristics. They are very stable when facing opponents of the same level, but for fighters such as "cleaners" who are explosive and have personal characteristics, It is undoubtedly very rigid.

The "cleaner" didn't have too much momentum. When she leaped, she cut off the long knife. After being held by a white woman with gloves, she didn't wait to be locked, just like a dragonfly from between the white woman's arms. Passed through. The white woman had just turned her head, the arteries in her neck had been opened, and blood was pouring out. In this case of a failure, the white woman did not back down, but instead deceived one step further, blocking the blade on the neck with a glove, and narrowing the distance between the two to less than one meter.

The white woman's flying knee, the "cleaner" also blocked it with her knee, and with the help of the interaction force, turned back and retreated, like a waltz, the flying long knife was raised like a skirt, The light of a knife like a horse was entangled on the white woman as she withdrew.

Quick and erratic slashes, fierce and direct strides, one constantly retreating, one approaching step by step, within a few breaths, the sound of metal collision like falling rain and hitting tiles, sounded one after another. The "cleaner" was still unscathed, but the white women had no time to resist a few tricky stabbings, and bleeding lines continued to be sprayed on non-critical parts. When she stopped chasing, her upper body was already scarred. Although the wound was not deep, every part was located in the arteries. The blood that flowed continuously stained her body completely red, and her footsteps were slightly vain due to blood loss.

It's okay to continue fighting, but white women chose to abandon the game after getting a distance. The audience immediately booed and cursed ~IndoMTL.com~ However, when the white woman left the ring, her face was as stable as usual, and she did not see any shock.

"It's really her style." The file nodded and commented: "She is too stable, this style is actually not suitable for the game. If it is on the battlefield, it is difficult for the cleaner to get benefits from her. ."

The "cleaner" returned to the scabbard after the opponent conceded, and this result seemed completely acceptable to her.

Before the white woman stepped off the stage, she shook her fingers in an inconspicuous little gesture. When she walked out of the gate of the iron gate, most of the toxic particles on the ring had been neutralized.

"I think if the cleaner doesn't want to join the team, you can consider her." I said.

"She is too stable, has no characteristics, and is not a genius. The reason why she is so strong is entirely because of her hard work. To be honest, I don't feel any possibility of reaching the'mystery' from her." Shaking his head, "She is good at using poisons, but what use do these poisons have on the monsters in the ruling bureau? Even a graystone fortifier can't be easily defeated by this level of poison." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )