PFC Chapter 197 White Morgan
Chapter 197 White Morgan
"Who are you?" Seeing that they had been discovered, Jinpei Matsuda simply spoke directly.
The man raised his eyebrows. He said jokingly and in an exaggerated aria: "Who am I? I am a human being in the new world. I can also be the savior? Hahaha, how funny."
His malice was almost overflowing.
Hagiwara Kenji frowned, and the man said unhappily, "Strange, really strange. I could see her two days ago, but why did she disappear when I was about to take action? Is she hiding from me? Or did you help her hide?"
"Forget it, forget it. I'll take a small toy back first, and then go play with her after I've had enough fun with you guys."
The real person jumped happily to the second floor, which was an abandoned building, but after pushing open the door, the beach, sea and sunshine inside made the two ghosts open their eyes in shock.
On the beach chair, a man with long white hair, two strands of blue highlights and elegant retro clothes is studying a book with a serious and rigorous attitude.
"Navi - I'm back~" The real person threw the two dolls onto the table next to Navilette, snuggled comfortably into another beach chair, and said lazily, "This is the gift I brought back for you. It's super fun."
Navillote's gaze shifted from the book to the two dolls. Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei, who were hiding inside the dolls, only felt that this "Navillote's" gaze was extremely penetrating, as if he could see through the dolls' skin and see their original appearance and state, which made people feel creepy for a moment.
However, Villette didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly, his eyes fell back on the book, and whispered: "Gatsuyu may have made some moves recently. If you don't want to be absorbed by him, it's best not to anger him. I... don't want the New World to lose any of you."
It was difficult to get along with the cursed spirit, but Villette had to do it.
The emotional planning he gave himself was gradual, gradually shifting from the sense of responsibility of several superiors to truly treating them as companions. The emotional expressions were different at different stages, so Villette had to make corresponding adjustments.
The True Person is a cursed spirit born from the fear of humans, so he is very sensitive to emotions and no flaws can be found. This is the bottom line.
"Of course, of course, of course no one will leave the New World." Zhenren narrowed his eyes and said cheerfully, "And you, Violet, you will come with us, right?"
The real person is still testing.
Did he reveal a flaw somewhere?
"Why do you ask? I've already answered you once." Villette closed the book. He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the real person with his inhuman eyes, serious and majestic: "Or, what you said to me is not a kind of loyalty."
"Dear Nawei, how can you think so?" The real person screamed, and he looked at Naweilet in surprise, "You actually want to get a promise from a cursed spirit!"
This was clearly a good opportunity to test Navillatte's position, but the real person chose to refuse and ask back, which was beyond common sense. His ability and talent to learn about human nature really surprised Navillatte, and his fear deepened.
The inhuman eyes flashed with cold light, and Villette's eyes quickly turned cold. Blue spots of light overflowed from his palms. He and the real person stared at each other for a long time. The cursed spirit was defeated. He curled his lips and waved his hand in boredom.
"You're too serious, Nawei. Can't you take a joke like this?"
That Villette was still staring at the real person, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, but the real person didn't feel anything at all. He lay leisurely on the beach chair and picked up a book from the table.
After a long time, Villette withdrew his gaze and replied indifferently: "There won't be a next time."
I guess I've gotten through this time.
The best way to deal with the real person's unconventional playing style is to also not play according to the rules and catch the real person off guard.
The cursed spirits have always respected strength. Whoever has more strength and curse power can survive and control all the cursed spirits. So kindness, trust, and strong strength are not enough. Villette must be tough, tough enough to silence all doubts.
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"So, what is our mission this time?" Scotland was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. He glanced at the blond boy sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
This mission was absolutely confidential and was issued directly by the boss. Even he, a member who had already been given a code name, was not clear about the specific details. He only knew that this mission was to cooperate with this extremely famous scientific researcher in the organization.
Before that, Scotland specifically inquired about White Morgan's intelligence.
The scientific researcher who came to the organization three years ago brought his sister with him. In just three years, Bai Morgan quickly became an extremely famous scientific research genius in the organization. Many of his inventions provided convenience for the organization's operations, such as the small A208 detection machine, and the potion that can enhance certain aspects of the human body. Although it will overdraw physical strength, the short-term improvement is enough to save the lives of many low-level members.
The other party's sister is only six years old, but she is also a member of the code name group, Mint Sweet.
Everyone knows her name, because every time she introduces herself, she doesn't say Mint Tian, but Klee.
Unlike other girls who love Barbie dolls and dress-up games, Klee likes and loves bombs. She even paints her bombs in beautiful and bright colors and calls them friends. When she is doing tasks, she will run and throw bombs with a pure and happy smile and laughter.
It can be said that every time Bo Hetian goes on a mission, it always causes great losses, but it is undeniable that she always completes her mission well.
In order to prevent Mint from being careless at her young age, Gin did not put her in the action team, but put her in the logistics team, which was specifically responsible for the destruction of buildings.
It can be said that this brother and sister have become a legend in the organization.
Scotland felt an inexplicable sense of vigilance in his heart. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but showed a relaxed smile on his face: "What exactly are we going to do? Bai Morgan, you have to tell me now."
"This is our goal." Bai Morgan clicked on the computer, and Scotland's phone rang. When he opened it, he saw a picture sent to him by an unfamiliar number.
Scotland raised an eyebrow, "Is this your number?"
"Although I'm a scientific researcher, it doesn't mean I don't know hacking skills." Bai Morgan finally looked up at Scotland. The blond boy had a very immature face and looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old. The white knight's uniform was actually not in line with the Black Organization, but when worn on Bai Morgan, there was always a sense of déjà vu of a white dove falling into a flock of black crows.
Elegant and mysterious, cold and kind, these two contradictory feelings mixed together to form a young man that Scotland could not match no matter how hard it tried.