"Very good, very valuable. Although it cannot be included in the report, it is very valuable." Vladimir looked very happy and even spoke German. "Anything else?" "I think he may have anticipated the current situation. The surprise in the morning was probably an act." Comrade Josephine said seriously, "He should have calculated this step a long time ago and was prepared to use us to clear himself of suspicion." "You mean, he's going to blow up another American building soon? And he's going to be right in front of you when he does?" Vladimir asked. "Almost, but he may not be an American. Based on his resume, I think he will go and bomb the base of the Gharaman Snake, or choose a new organization that threatens his homeland to bomb." Vladimir nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. By the way, what do you think of him personally?" Vladimir suddenly smiled. "Do you feel an electric shock?" Josephine shook her head. “No, he’s too capitalist. I can smell the stench of capitalist corruption in him.” "Don't bring your personal feelings into your work." Vladimir warned seriously with a straight face. "I will not." "That's fine, that's fine."
** Kikuri Komachi looked at Takagi in front of her nervously: "I...I...didn't find anything." "I don't expect you to find out anything. You just need to tell me, from the perspective of an ordinary high school girl, what kind of person do you think he is?" "He should be the center of attention in the class. People who are good at speaking will usually become the social core and the king of the class." "I see," Takagi wrote something on the paper. Goto, who was on a business trip to China, was standing in front of the window looking at the lights outside. Suddenly he turned around, looked at Xiao Shi, and asked, "Do you like him?" Xiao Shi thought about it seriously and replied, "Probably not yet." Goto nodded and said, "Okay, you can go out now. Remember, no matter what the Americans say to you, ignore them." Xiao Shi nodded, stood up, bowed, and then trotted out of the room. After Xiao Shi closed the door respectfully, Goto said, "I think she can no longer be trusted in three months at most." "Eh?" Takagi looked at Goto with a puzzled look, "Why?" "Love at the age of eighteen comes so quickly." Goto said this with a dead look in his eyes, then turned around and looked out the window again without saying anything else. ---- It’s six o’clock, time to go to bed. By the way, I'd like to ask for tickets for tomorrow. Now owed: 55-3=52 Chapter 289: Days Without Snails (Part ) At the same time, in the same building, on the same floor as the French, they were enjoying a midnight snack. "Unbelievable!" Stanislas complained, "I haven't had snails for a day! But the Chinese foie gras is really good."
"After all, they are the world's largest consumer of foie gras." August shrugged. "What? I always thought it was us." "They have billion people," August reminded, "and to be honest, I think the Chinese raise foie gras better than we do." At this moment Jeanne entered the room. “I smell foie gras.” "Oh, yes, Chinese foie gras. It tastes unexpectedly good." Stanislas seemed to be in a good mood. He picked up the red wine, took a sip, and then continued to say to Jeanne, "Come, sit down. We left a portion for you." Jeanne took a seat without hesitation, and an agent wearing a chef's hat immediately brought her a midnight appetizer. Stanislas asked Jeanne, who was eating elegantly, "How does it feel? What kind of person is the King in Yellow?" "He's a good man," said Jeanne. "What do you mean by a good person?" Jeanne thought for a moment and replied, "She can cook delicious dishes, so I don't have to serve dishes. I just need to perform every hour, and she can..." "Okay, I get it." Stanislas glanced at August, his eyes full of dissatisfaction with the superior who sent Jeanne here, and then he asked Jeanne, "Do you think he likes you?" "I think so." Jeanna said confidently, "But there are a lot of beautiful girls around him, so I don't have much of an advantage." "But there are still advantages, right?" Jeanna thought about it and shrugged: "I'm not sure. But I think there should be." "Very good, gain his trust, and then get his secrets out, and then we'll go back home. I can't stand the days without snails to eat." “Well,” August suggested, “we could order red wine snails from Pizza Hut.” "Pizza Hut!" Stanislas suddenly slammed the table. "I will never eat fast food produced by Americans in chemical factories in my life! You know, none of those fast foods are made by real chefs. They are all made of various additives produced in factories. Through the hands of a trainee who has been trained for a week, they become so-called food. I will never eat American fast food, never!" August shrugged. ** On Masha's side, he specifically put the League Secretary and Cai Shi, two girls with relatively high visual perception, on the second floor to guard. Then he took the radio wave detector and checked the entire building. After doing this, Masha entered the world in the car alone. The little girl was surprised to see that only Masha came in. She asked, "Why are you the only one here, big brother?" "We ran into some trouble, so we asked the sisters to go outside to confuse the enemy's eyes." As he spoke, Masha put on his headset and switched to the status of everyone, so that whoever found a problem could report it directly. Then he picked up a small pickaxe and prepared to knock out the daily knock. "Big brother, I took a hot bath!" the little girl said loudly. "Really? How about it? The hot water provided by the biogas digester is great, right?" "Great." The little girl looked very happy.
"It's a pity that there are not enough pipes. Otherwise, we can build a long enough U-shaped pipe in the biogas digester to boil the water passing through it, and then use the steam to generate electricity." A large part of human technology is devoted to studying how to boil water. Using the heat inside a biogas digester to boil water and generate electricity was something Masha read in a children's science book called "Grandpa's Brain" when he was a child. The book was terribly old. According to Masha's dad, it was a children's book that grandpa bought for Masha's youngest uncle - Masha's youngest uncle was only 30 years old, not much older than Masha. Whenever Masha saw his uncle, he would sigh that his grandparents were so awesome, especially his grandfather, who was still very strong at his old age. Masha walked toward the north corridor with a small pickaxe in his hand. The little girl followed him and asked, "What happened today?" “Many foreign sisters come to the store.” "Because sister Chihiro blew up that thing called Langli yesterday?" the little girl asked again. "Yes, so a lot of foreign sisters came. From today on, they will work in the store and monitor us. Now they have all gone home after get off work, but there is a dragnet around our store, so I'm afraid we have to keep a low profile in the future." "Oh." "Are those little robots working seriously?" it was Masha's turn to ask. "Well, they take care of the fields and the vegetable pond, clean for a living, and cook for me using an induction cooker. But they don't know how to play games at all. I always win when I play games with them. It's so boring." "You're someone who likes challenges. I can't tell." "Big brother, you're the one who always says that life should be challenging." The little girl said, "By the way, big brother, the game called Oxygen Not Included that you installed for me is really fun. How nice it would be if we could get the people in the game to come out and help us dig in reality." Masha laughed: "That may require the ability to break through the dimensional wall..." Masha suddenly stopped. He thought of one thing: Ever since I got this little pickaxe, I have been using it in the world inside the car, but... no one has stipulated that it can only be used in the world inside the car. He stopped and stared at the small pickaxe in his hand. The explanation immediately emerged. Indeed, it is not written that it can only be used in the world in the car. If you think about it carefully, this world in the car belongs to the SSS-level magic weapon of "Junma", and it and his Huanggang secret scroll are two different magic weapons. The secret scroll could not have predicted that Masha could get Junma's treasure. In other words, this small pickaxe was supposed to be used in the real world. ——Why not give it a try? "Girl," Masha called the little girl, "I'm going to go out for a while, you stay in the world." "Okay, but aren't you going to knock twice today?" "I'm going to knock somewhere else." Masha gave the little girl a wicked smile. Holding a small pickaxe, he quickly ran to the disguised door, crawled through it, closed the door, and then came down to get the Golden Cup Bread. ——So, where should I knock this time?
Masha thought about it. At this time, Guigui was making clothes on the fourth floor, Qianxun was playing two online games on the third floor, pretending to be a team with Masha in the game, the Youth League Secretary was reading a book in the front of the second floor - actually he was guarding the front street, and Cai Shi was doing accounts in front of the back window on the second floor - actually he was observing the path behind the house. Masha can only decide for himself where to hit the pickaxe. —Wait, isn’t it a bit wasteful to use a small pickaxe in real life? The world in the car can be taken with you, but this house will have to be left behind when you travel around the world in the future. ——But, never mind, it’s just a waste of one day, just two 2X2X2, not a big impact. Thinking of this, Masha decided where to knock. He came to the storeroom. The storeroom of the maid shop is quite large, but because the total number of customers received each day can be determined by lottery, the ingredients these days are only purchased in the amount that can be used up. So the huge food storeroom is now empty. Masha first brought the ladder from the tool shed - to avoid falling into the pit with the pickaxe and being unable to get out, which would be funny. After making preparations, Masha hit the ground with a pickaxe. The next moment he fell two meters underground, and the ladder that fell with him hit his butt. Masha stood up, rubbing his butt, and looked around. Okay, it’s still 2X2X2. Masha thought, I've already knocked it once, I might as well knock it again. The ladder is only three and a half meters high anyway, I can get up with one more knock. Suddenly, Masha discovered that the pickaxe had changed color to khaki. The pickaxe changed color before because it had been used up and turned completely gray. This is the first time it has changed to khaki. Masha stared at the pickaxe, and the explanation appeared. "The excavated soil is stored in the pickaxe. Remember to find a suitable place to release it." ---- I got up at ten o'clock today, had a meal and took a nap, then had electrotherapy, no, physical therapy. In good shape. While receiving treatment, I also played Arknights for an hour... Chapter 290 This is the correct way to use it (Part ) Then Masha naturally understood how to release the mud. He straightened the ladder that had fallen halfway into the pit and climbed out of the pit - he didn't want to use this function to release soil in the pit and bury himself in the soil. It would be funny if the King in Yellow buried himself. Masha stood at the edge of the pit and found that this pit had something in common with the one dug in the world in the car: the edge was covered with something that looked like concrete. Normally, for a pit dug directly on the ground, the stratification of the soil should be visible at the edge, but now when Masha looked over, he could only see the concrete surface. ——This small pickaxe can also reinforce the edge after digging?
——Forget it, let’s study this ability to release soil first. Masha used the function of the small pickaxe, and a square piece of soil appeared where Masha's sight was focused. Then it was directly captured by the earth's gravity, smashed to the bottom of the pit with a bang, and broke into pieces. Masha climbed down the ladder again, grunting, and carefully studied the broken pieces of soil on the ground. He picked up a piece of broken soil and found that it was quite dry and hard. He felt that if it was not dropped and kept in place as long as it did not touch water, it would be a complete piece of soil and could be kept for several days. ——Has this really become my world?