Izzy, a determined, intelligent capitalist intelligence agent. Now she feels the sublimation of her soul, the oppression of the proletariat by the bourgeoisie, and what kind of terrifying race vampires are.
She stared blankly at Zhou Li, looking at this child laborer, and shamelessly said some words like "she volunteered" and "I don't know, just do it casually". At this moment, Izzy felt that the Commercial Church treated her pretty well. At least, the business church allowed her to pay five insurances and one housing fund.
At this time, the battle in the miniature ocean was over. The man held up the white alligator shark that rolled its eyes and stuck out its tongue, swimming in the water, showing the docility of this monster to the silent audience. Yes, after being beaten day after day, year after year, this white crocodile shark has actually been reduced to an ornamental animal. Even if it eats, it refuses to eat those magic metals.
After all, he would be beaten for two hours every time he took a bite, and no one else would have the appetite.
Of course, no one present would denounce this as forcing animals to perform, and no animal protection organizations came in to criticize severely. After all, the notoriety of the white crocodile shark belongs to the state of being unknown to everyone in the world. Countries are eager to kill this monster with a knife to prevent it from causing trouble to everyone again, but the magic energy in the white crocodile shark is a terrifying time bomb. Which country dares to accommodate it?
Now, as a good old man, Tariq voluntarily took over this hot potato and gave the money from the performance to the families of the victims. Other countries would like the white crocodile shark to use its residual heat in the aquarium for the rest of his life and pay for his previous crimes. sins atoned for.
"Let us applaud Tariq as he bids farewell to Tariq's demigod master of the ocean - Oscar Peng! At the same time, we also give a warm farewell to Mr. Oscar Peng. This year's year-end award has been completely ruined!"
Under the crazy applause of the audience, Oscar Peng, who lost the year-end award, threw the white crocodile shark aside with a grimace, picked up the harpoon, saluted the audience on the high platform, and then left gracefully.
After the performance, the unsatisfied audience began to leave one after another. Zhou Li and Eluma also stood up and began to walk outside the venue.
"Hey? Isn't this the girl who likes fish just now?"
When she walked to the back row of the auditorium, Eluma's sharp eyes saw Izzy sitting silently on a chair not far away, as if she was worried. She came to Zhou Li's side and whispered, "What's wrong with her? She seems to be unconscious."
"I guess fish lovers will be anxious when they see the white crocodile shark being beaten like a dog."
Zhou Li made a reasonable guess. He turned back and glanced at the half-dead white crocodile shark with its belly facing upwards, and sighed: "This thing beats it so hard, it makes the fish starve of oxygen in the water."
The two chatted and laughed and left the performance venue. Up to this point, Zhou Li did not realize that this elegant black-haired girl was actually an agent who came to monitor him. Of course, it's not surprising that Zhou Li couldn't see it. After all, so far, Izzy has not shown the temperament of an agent. Even when he and Izzy looked at each other just now, Izzy didn't feel a trace of panic, only deep sadness.
This fish lover is really different, even white crocodiles and sharks love him.
Thinking of the black-haired girl's eyes full of sadness and anger, Zhou Li sighed involuntarily. Sure enough, no matter in which world, animal protection is a magical species.
"Hmm~ It's fun."
Facing the setting sun, Eluma stretched out, with a bright smile on her face: "Tariq's aquarium is really interesting."
"Yeah, it's really fun to beat a shark alive in the water until it's deprived of oxygen."
Although the focus is somewhat different, Zhou Li still spoke highly of the aquarium, "As expected of Tariq, he is indeed full of martial virtue."
"well?"
Suddenly, Eluma stopped what she was doing. As if she had discovered something, she poked Zhou Li's waist and said to him excitedly: "Zhou Li, Zhou Li, do you think that is Torea?"
"Um?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment. He looked in the direction Eluma pointed, and the extremely conspicuous white-haired girl appeared in his field of vision.
"Really, what is she doing here?"
Zhou Li scratched his head curiously, and looked at each other with Eluma, both seeing each other's confusion.
Why is Torea alone?
Zhou Li and Eluma didn't know what their purpose was, so they secretly hid in the crowd and observed Torea who was not far away. After careful observation, the two discovered that Torea's state was somewhat different at this time.
Torea's cheeks have always been an enviable pearly white color, and that warm skin color makes Torea's whole body as pure and flawless as a girl who stepped out of pearls. At this time, Torea's face was stained with a lovely crimson color.
"Did Torea drink?"
Eluma narrowed her eyes and whispered to Zhou Li: "There seems to be something wrong with her condition."
"Indeed, she seems to have been drinking."
Zhou Li nodded and responded: "Tolea has a flawless physique and cannot feel changes in temperature, so she will not change her face due to heat, fire or cold. So far, except for that time when she drank too much and almost killed her on the underground black market Apart from this, I have never seen her blush before."
While the two were talking in low voices, Torea moved. At this time, the area where Zhou Li and the others were located was a place full of entertainment facilities. In addition to enjoying the performance of beating sharks into unconsciousness in the water, the martial-minded Tariq people also have an enduring national sport.
Boxing.
The drunken Torea walked straight into the boxing gym not far away. At this time, Zhou Li and Eluma suddenly felt something bad.
Without any hesitation, Zhou Li took out his communicator and dialed Don Quixote's number. Soon, Don Quixote connected to the communication.
"What happened?"
Zhou Li was keenly aware that there was some anxiety in Don Quixote's voice. At the same time, he also heard Tia, who was standing nearby, seeming to say "Where are you?" He coughed, and then asked Don Quixote on the other end of the communicator:
"Have you seen Torrea?"
The other end of the communicator suddenly fell into silence.
"Have you seen Torrea?"
Don Quixote's slightly helpless voice sounded, "We were chatting in the tavern just now. When I went to the bathroom and Tia went to buy a drink, Torea disappeared. We searched the entire tavern and couldn't find her. When I asked others, they said they didn’t see it.”
"No need to look for it, it's at the South Avenue Boxing Gym."
Zhou Li glanced at Eluma, and then walked towards the boxing gym, "Torea must have drunk too much, I suggest you come here first."
Don Quixote, who knew very well how terrifying Torea's drunken rage was, was immediately horrified. After confirming the address, she quickly hung up the communicator and solemnly said to the anxious Tia:
"broken."
These two short words reflect Don Quixote's myriad emotions at this time. Looking at the confused Tia, Don Quixote said seriously: "We must rush to the South Avenue Boxing Gym now, otherwise I'm afraid something bad will happen."
"Bad things?"
Tiya opened her mouth slightly and asked blankly: "What's the bad thing?"
"All the boxers in a boxing gym were beaten until they fainted by a woman."
"ah?"
Tiya was stunned, her face full of surprise, "Really?"
*********ten minutes ago******
"Really?"
In the private room of the tavern, Torea held the cheese drink that Don Quixote specially ordered for her, and sat on the sofa to sip it. Her eyes, as bright and transparent as rubies, were full of curiosity. She looked at Tia aside and asked, "Is Tariq's boxing gym really that powerful?"
"certainly."
After drinking two ounces of yellow soup and already starting to feel a little dazed, Tiya held the wine glass and said proudly: "Tariq's South Avenue Boxing Gym is our national standard building, and hundreds of small boxing matches are held there every day. . In Tariq, anyone can get on the boxing ring and challenge the ringkeeper. If he wins more than fifty games in a row, Tariq will give him the title of national boxer."
Having said this, Tiya smiled, pointed at herself and said: "The current holder of this record is me, with ninety-six consecutive wins."
"Are all Tarik's boxers full-time? Do they have an income?"
Don Quixote's concern was more realistic. After hearing this question, Tia thought for a while, and then replied firmly: "Yes, boxers are paid. Every time they successfully defend the ring or are not challenged, Throughout the day, you will receive a certain amount of asset subsidies. Boxers with a winning streak will be superimposed on their wealth, which is an astonishing amount."
"It's really good. I didn't expect Tariq's martial virtue to be so abundant."
Don Quixote raised his glass, clinked it with Tia and Torreya, and drank it in one gulp. As a knight, Don Quixote does not actually have a prohibition against drinking. After all, she is a noble, and a noble's entertainment is indispensable for drinking. Therefore, Don Quixote does not hate or love drinking, but when she meets Tia, a like-minded friend, it is not a bad choice to take a sip.
As for Torea...
Don Quixote, who had seen Torrea's drunken state, said, "Put it down."
"Then can we compete?"
Torea raised her hand and asked obediently: "Is this event restricted to other countries?"
Seeing the cute appearance of the originally cold and elegant girl huddled up on the sofa, Tiya had a faint smile on her face and said to Torea: "As long as they enter Tariq through formal channels, no matter where they are, The capital of the country can participate in the competition. Of course, so far, no foreigner can win fifty consecutive victories in the South Avenue Boxing Gym."
"Oh~"
Torea nodded and looked at the cup in her hand thoughtfully, as if she was thinking about something. Don Quixote didn't pay much attention to it. She was used to it as her partner would always suddenly fall into thinking.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Don Quixote stood up and said with some embarrassment: "It's been a long time since I drank like this. I'm not used to it."
"Then I'll buy something with a lower concentration and a softer taste."
Tiya also stood up, ready to buy some wine suitable for girls.
"Then I'll stay."
Torea raised her hand in a daze and said to the two of them, "I'm looking after the house."
Although I don’t know why, Torreia looked very soft and cute at this time, not at all cold like before. But Don Quixote, who was a little anxious, and Tia, who didn't know Torea well, didn't pay much attention and left the room.
When they returned to the room again, the lump on the sofa had disappeared, leaving only the cup with the cheese cocktail in it.
"Guest, the name of this cocktail is cheese drink."
At the bar, the boss looked at the cup in Don Quixote's hand and explained earnestly: "As a Tariq's tavern, we don't sell non-alcoholic drinks. If you come up and ask for a glass of dairy products, we will definitely give it to you." It’s normal for you to make a cocktail like this.”
"Tsk."
Don Quixote, who knew he was in the wrong, didn't bother much. Just when she was about to look for Torea again, Zhou Li called and brought her some bad news.
Drunk Torea came to the boxing gym.
Recalling Torea's experience of almost speedrunning the underground black market by herself, Don Quixote felt that this matter was very important. If it is not handled well, it will trigger international disputes.
If South Avenue was not a boxing gym but a free fighting gym, Don Quixote would not be so panicked. After all, Torea definitely wants to compete in the gym, and free fighting is a personal freedom no matter how you fight. But the problem is that the reason why no foreigner has won fifty consecutive victories in the boxing gym is not that they are weak, but that the rules of the boxing gym are different.
In the boxing gym, the use of weapons and the use of professional abilities are not allowed. In the ring, everyone can only rely on physical fitness to compete. Each person will wear a kind of special armor, which is composed of different structures. Attacking the opponent's body will increase points according to the attack part.
Therefore, most foreigners who do not pay attention to physical training have difficulty adapting to this kind of fighting, so most of them cannot persist until fifty consecutive victories. At this time, Don Quixote could already imagine the scene where Torrea would take out two big guns and hit the opponent with no power to fight back as soon as he came on stage, and then trigger an international dispute.
No, no! I have to tell Zhou Li and ask him to stop Torea immediately.
After getting on Tia's magic car, Don Quixote used his brain and quickly analyzed the current situation. According to Zhou Li's description, Torea had already entered the boxing gym at this time. It would take him at least three minutes to get to the boxing gym. The only thing he could hope for now was for Zhou Li to enter the boxing gym and stabilize Torea.
Thinking of this, Don Quixote quickly took out his communicator and dialed Zhou Li's number.
Du·du·du·
The ringing sound of the phone sounded extremely long in Don Quixote's ears, and she even felt that the air around her was becoming thinner. Suddenly, the sound of the phone being connected rang. The sound at this moment was like the sound of nature to Don Quixote's ears.
"Stabilize Torea quickly! She doesn't understand the rules of boxing!!!"
Then, Don Quixote heard the most desperate words in his life.
"Zhou Li is not here."
Eluma held the communicator and said helplessly: "He is in the ring."
"He is also ready to challenge."
