Omer felt as if he had lost a memory.
He stumbled into the pick-up car from Texas with Mostima. His Beta motorcycle was parked behind the car, and his briefcase was placed in the back seat with a lot of things in it.
It can be said to be fully prepared.
For a patient who did not want to be hospitalized in Rhode Island and wanted to go back to the office to visit netizens and act like a host even though he was wearing a plaster cast, this discharge procedure was considered extremely efficient.
He also prepared several bags for Omo, which contained large and small packages of health care products and medicines, along with doctor's instructions that could be checked at any time.
He said that although the cold was gone and his arms had grown back, he still needed rest and maintenance, and it was best to come for regular check-ups.
Considering his career, he deliberately did not choose a treatment plan that would allow for high-speed recovery but would leave some long-term problems for the body, so he needed a period of warm-up and recovery, relying on that mixture of Western and Chinese medicine...
Okay, it’s not like Omo couldn’t accept taking medicine and soaking his hands for a short period of time. He felt that the main reason why he lost his memory was because he always felt something was wrong when he saw the text message of the funds arriving in front of him.
It’s not that the amount is wrong, it’s that the mentality is wrong.
With the six-digit remuneration, plus the nearly seven-digit gain from Penguin Logistics, I should be extremely happy.
But why don't I feel particularly happy, but instead feel a little disappointed?
"Because you took away 700,000 yuan and changed all the cards and keys."
"Oh I got it."
——! ?
The young demon suddenly realized it, as if waking up from a dream, and then turned his head alertly and looked at the mummy sitting beside him:
"Seven hundred thousand?!"
"Is he okay?" Texas, who deliberately took some time off from working overtime to pick up people, looked at the rearview mirror with some worry.
She learned about the situation from her colleagues in Rhode Island, but what she heard was ultimately lacking in reality. Linton looked very worried to her now.
Maybe he shouldn't have come to pick him up. It was still too late to turn around and send him back to his hospital bed in Rhode Island.
"Don't turn around, he's fine."
"..." His thoughts were pierced by the 'mummy' wearing Mostima clothes. Texas was silent for a moment, nodding slightly as he was sure that the other party would notice, and then continued to focus on the road ahead.
So the mummy, no, then Mostima also turned around and looked at Omo again, and said helplessly: "No one has cast spiritual spells on you, or are those cards still a burden to you? Is it too heavy?”
"No," Omo, who looked detached, said after a few seconds of silence, "it's not the card's problem, it's my problem."
"I said, little girl, don't worry about that boy's expression."
Suddenly, Mostima unexpectedly looked at his cell phone with the screen on, where a strange Q-version male was sighing:
"He was like this when he woke up in Tianmen City. To put it simply, he was escaping from reality-" "Mostima, this behavior of appearing on other people's mobile phones without their permission is ridiculous. You can report it directly to the Internet Police."
Omo, who quickly interrupted the other party's words, seemed to be much more awake. Mostima took a subtle look at the Q-version villain that had disappeared on the screen, and saw that Omo had put on an earphone, and then spoke with His index finger slid through the air, and he understood something.
"Your elder?"
Omer nodded slightly: "There is an rude adoptive father who makes you laugh."
Then he was silent for a few seconds, then raised his fingers and slid them in the air, taking off the headphones.
Apparently, Omer briefly restored Morrison's right to speak at a normal volume and then took it away again.
Watch him continue to use the cartoonist dialogue box to nag at himself.
The usual nagging of the elders was enough. Now they started to point out his interests and hobbies. No wonder Omer turned his head and looked at Mostema.
In fact, Mostima was just like him. After undergoing some rough treatment, he could take off the very scary bandage.
Homais had reason to believe that she was not taking it off to make it easier for her to take time off.
Even so, Mostima's job at Penguin Logistics is all about taking on single tasks, so she should be enjoying it.
But who can resist taking a day off? You can just run around during the holidays, right?
If you're in a good mood, there's nothing wrong with taking an order.
However, what Omer wanted to ask was naturally not the other party's holiday arrangements, he was asking about something closely related.
"Is it your suggestion to apply for a redemption card?"
Ormer Linton's intelligence is not difficult to collect, and at the same time, Penguin Logistics can also be regarded as an intelligence collection organization. It is not surprising to know that he has a hobby related to monsters - but when it comes to Texas, the Angels can He didn't believe that suggestion.
That penguin who is the boss is possible.
Proposing this kind of "random-sounding" advice to valued employees was something he would do in Omer's impression.
But compared to the possibility of the emperor coming up with this idea, Omer was more interested in the 'mummy' sitting next to him.
The reason is simple, it's just that she and he are the same kind of people.
They observed and guessed each other, but unlike Omer who subconsciously 'investigated' others, Mostima came with a mission.
Recording and reporting from time to time are all used to score people later.
She is naturally the person who knows Omer well enough to make this suggestion.
And she would answer very simply: "It's me."
"If you're not satisfied, I can go back and talk about it." Unlike Omo, who needs to worry about business relationships to start a business, Mostima's attitude towards this kind of 'need to regret' is really indifferent.
"No, satisfaction is of course satisfactory. I have to say thank you." Omer raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose with a subtle expression, "I just said it was my problem."
"I just suddenly realized that I had already done this twice."
"What's wrong?" Mostima didn't quite understand what the problem was, and Texas, who was the driver, didn't even understand what kind of riddle was being played here.
"I once laughed at a friend of mine who always spends money on card collection, which is the so-called krypton gold to buy card packs, and then I found that my own behavior may not be much different."
"I see."
Looking down at his briefcase, which contained too many things, Omer took out the card box, which although expanded by three cards, still had more than enough space.
Mostima moved a little further away and watched him open the card box. The murderous intent, murderous intent, and coldness that erupted from it intertwined with a fierce and dangerous negative spirit. Even Texas in the driver's seat could feel it. His hands on the steering wheel tightened immediately.
Everyone is sensitive to things like this murderous intent.
So after Omer opened the box, he raised his hand to press it, and the swaying emotions like black arrogance instantly hit his palm——
——But he was firmly suppressed by him, and there was no way to rebound.
After all, they are just dead things, and two of them are still machines.
Grozam, which is a living thing, also looks like a counterfeit. Its dull luster is clearly a consumable product like the original Ultraman Belial card. Even if it extracts Yeragond's energy, it can only barely shorten its service life. passage.
As for the Ultraman Belial card that should have been there...
Omer confirmed the fact that the card collapsed from the elf merchant. In other words, it was also a consumable.
It seems that the original card of Ultraman Belial is not in this world, or it may not have really appeared. The monster card collection and mastering group called 'The Hall of Return' was also extracted using 'Demon Fragments' Consumables.
There are a lot of Beria correlation factors that can indeed be used to print fake cards.
But that means that there are indeed a lot of troublesome things like 'Devil Fragments' that have traveled through this world?
Devil's Fragment, a universal patch that began to emerge in the new generation of Tokusatsu Okubo, is a special factor formed from the changes in the cells left behind by Ultraman Belial's battles in the entire universe.
It looks like the eyes of Ultraman Belial, and has the power to strengthen monsters, make monsters become violent, and even resurrect dead monsters. It is an enhanced version of the rodent that made monsters weird in The Rise of the Man Next Door.
Of course, the main issue is quantity.
The thing that is essentially the remains of cells can be found wherever Beria has hit it, so there are really many of them.
In this way, the collection and processing by Guiyuan Organization is actually a relief.
After all, it is easier to accept being converted into a card and used as a universal fusion material than causing effects and generating events everywhere.
But this is a problem that law enforcers and rulers need to worry about. As a mercenary, it would be good for Omer not to look forward to 'Modo Modo'.
The more trouble there is, the more likely mercenaries will be able to do their jobs, right?
Even so, when he closed the card box again and put it into his briefcase, his fingers touched the long storage box...
I can only imagine a busier future.
(End of chapter)
