If you say you'll kill them all, you won't give up halfway. Lynn has always been a person who walks the talk.
In about a month, Linn was basically idle. According to the information given by Lawton and Flagg, all the powers on Amanda's surface were wiped away.
But even so, Amanda still didn't show up.
Besides seeing a lot of natural gas explosions in newspapers and news, Linn didn't see any news related to him.
However, the online world is not like this.
After all, a Mecha Demon God who is dozens of meters tall and holding a big sword can still sing out of tune. It is really not easy to hide it so perfectly.
What's more, although Lin En didn't take the initiative to reveal his existence, he didn't take the initiative to hide it either~
Therefore, Lin En and Brother Martian tried to find the hidden Amanda through the Internet to no avail, but Lin En discovered a lot of information about herself on the Internet.
Keywords: giant, mecha, weapon, alien...
"Look what I'm doing!"
Ron turned into an ordinary earthling and sat with Lin En in the Idea Reading Room, which is the American version of the Internet cafe. Ron looked at Lin En with an unkind expression and pointed at himself: "The alien they are talking about is not me. It's you!"
Clicking the mouse, a blurry picture was cut out. Ron continued: "Such a huge mecha cannot be manufactured at the current level of technology on earth. Look, Linn, these people can't even stand a mecha." The comics have appeared, and they have begun to be serialized for a fee!"
"Cut~"
Lin En quickly switched between web pages and pictures, and found that none of them were clearly photographed. The most charming one was the picture of Lin En holding a helicopter and crushing it in the hands of a light user after being ambushed a few days ago.
"What's the use of saying this, he won't give me royalties.
Mad... Can you find this person's IP address? I'll go visit him. "
Ron closed the web page angrily. Ron looked at Lin En and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped and reopened the computer.
"what you do?"
"Lynn, it suddenly occurred to me. Maybe, we can do the opposite. Take the initiative to leave a small tail for the other party, so that they..."
"Let them ambush me again?"
Lin's eyebrows jumped up: "Do you really think I won easily last time?"
"Of course not! Listen to me!"
Ron looked around and whispered to Linn: "I think the problem now is not whether you want to find that Amanda, but...
The other party may...not know how to find you, and then...tell you to stop. Do you understand. "
"don't know."
"I mean, let the other party come to us... Do you understand?"
"don't know."
"Just give them a step up and a chance!"
"No...Hey, I understand! The coffee is quite hot. There is no need~ Look at you, how old you are in this public place and you are still so angry. Did you put sugar in your coffee?"
"Don't let go!"
"Just right, I have some candy."
Dang rang~
A piece of durian candy was thrown into Ron's coffee cup.
"Huh... don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry..."
"What are you talking about?"
Dang rang~
"This is wine, this is sweet. You...where are you going, Ron?! You haven't paid the Internet fee yet!"
…………………………………………
That night, Lin En and Brother Martian were renting an apartment.
Lynn was in her room eavesdropping on her next door neighbor...exercising, which was pretty loud anyway.
Ron lived in the room at the back of the living room, which was relatively quiet. He was browsing the web, and all he saw were the clashes and debates about human nature. The more he read, the more confused he became.
"Ron!"
Linn hurriedly ran out of his room again, holding a glass in his hand.
"Tell me, isn't it boring for us to stay like this? Let's go next door and knock on the door! Then run away! How about that?"
Ron En didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I won't go."
"Then... let's go for a walk outside the bar. People there are often short of money, and we have to help!"
"Not going."
"Black Community?"
"Not going."
“A pier that’s only crowded at night?”
"Not going."
"A meat factory? A fried chicken restaurant? A moving company that doesn't move?"
"Not going."
Lin En scratched his head and looked extremely painful: "Three days! No one has robbed my money for three days. Do you know how I spent these three days!"
Snapped. Closing the computer, Ron raised his head and said expressionlessly: "I know. On the first day, you helped the children downstairs solve the bullying incident. I couldn't figure out whether a four-year-old and a five-year-old were competing for candy. How could you interpret this as bullying?
Sugar got you last, right, Lynn.
The next day, the noise on the third floor disturbed the residents. You went to scratch the glass outside someone else's window, and secretly twisted someone else's guitar to death. When he played the songs he had recorded, I could hear your off-key and out-of-tune singing from the fifth floor.
Today, Lynn, I'm not talking about you, you have gone to the next door and knocked on the door a dozen times, but every time you open the door, you can't see anyone. The neighbor next door is moving now.
Can you, just be a little bit, even a little bit, just be quiet a little bit. "
Lin En's expression was sly: "Hey, isn't this the joy of helping others? How can you give up on helping others? Besides, if you don't go out, you won't let me go out, you..."
"well……"
Ron slapped his forehead. He felt that he had not been so sad in hundreds of years.
"Okay. You can go out and do whatever you want. But, Lynn, remember what I said, don't make too much trouble for the time being..."
Whoosh!
The wind was blowing.
Linn had disappeared, leaving only the window opening and closing.
It's only the fifth floor, and Linn can't be killed by the fall.
"well……"
Ron turned on the computer and began to fall into the endless debate about human nature.
until……
Dang Dang Dang.
A crisp, gentle, rhythmic knock on the door sounded.
Ron frowned, then smiled knowingly.
Walking to the living room, Ron activated his clairvoyance ability and saw three people in formal clothes standing outside the door.
Two stood on either side and one stood in the middle.
Two are not too old, one is not too young.
"hehe."
The sound of the clasp sounded, and the door handle began to turn. Ron opened the door and stood at the entrance with a smile on his face. He was extremely official and polite, showing a standard smile: "Hello."
"Hello."
He was obviously nervous, and his voice had some obvious changes. The old man standing in the middle stretched out his hand with slight trembling: "Mr. Linn, this is our first meeting. I am the deputy director of the Security Bureau, An... cough! Andrew."
"Hello."
Holding the other person's hand, Ron still smiled: "I'm not Lynn."
"ah?"
"However, Lynn does live here temporarily, you can wait a moment. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am...Rick."
His lips pursed, and Ron could clearly see that the other person's shoulders were no longer so tense, as if he had taken a deep breath.
Immediately, Ron stepped aside, allowed the other party to enter the room, and closed the door.
………………
"Mr. Rick, can I ask about your relationship with Mr. Linn?"
Ron, who used a fake name, brought coffee, sat on the opposite side of the sofa, and said with a smile: "It's just a normal employment relationship..."
In the entire month or so that Ron had been in contact with Linn, he had not once helped Linn or helped the party being "punished" by Linn.
He believed that he should not be exposed.
"Oh I got it."
After Ron finished speaking, the other party relaxed his figure again and pressed his back against the back of the sofa.
"...However, since Linn is here, I should be able to say something and make some decisions regarding your affairs."
The other person's body straightened up again, revealing an unnatural smile.
"Hehehe, that's good, that's good."
Andrew, his real name was Andrew. When he was greeting politely at the door, he was just unable to finish a whole sentence because of some fears that he didn't want to admit.
After all, the guy he came to see today on behalf of the higher-ups was the guy named Lin En.
That's... a lunatic.
An uncontrolled, terrifying, madman!
Of course Andrew didn't want to come here and do a job where he could easily die in vain.
However, sometimes, you can't help yourself.
In a certain sense, when he was directly named in the conference hall and forcibly assigned this task, he knew that he was already an abandoned son in a sense.
As in, the woman they were discussing in the meeting.
Andrew knew that during this trip, there was a high possibility that he would die like this as a matter of course. However, there is also a certain possibility that he will become the... bridge between Lin En and the higher-ups.
Just like that other woman who is always talked about in important meetings.
However, Andrew knew very well that whether he succeeded or not had little to do with his thoughts, actions, and operations.
That lunatic named Lynn, what he wants is the only important thing.
This is not a compromise.
This is just a necessary delay.
Damn, who would believe such nonsense.
…………
"Mr. Andrew, I didn't know you would come here this time..."
"Oh! Haha, Mr. Rick, before I express my intention, I still want to confirm whether you can really influence Mr. Linn's judgment and decision-making?"
Ron smiled, took a sip of coffee, and then said: "Mr. Andrew, if it weren't for me, you would never have found this place today."
"Oh~"
"hehe."
The two of them smiled tacitly, and the atmosphere seemed to be much more harmonious.
"Mr. Rick, if that's the case, I'll just tell you."
Andrew became serious and looked very majestic.
"Mr. Lynn, he must stop his destructive behavior. This is all we ask."
"Then, where is your sincerity?"
Andrew smiled and took out a small book from his arms: "This is someone's address, someone's crime, evidence of someone's crime, as well as someone's asset statistics, someone's safe house distribution, someone's Human…kinship.”
Andrew pushed the small black book in front of Ron and said with deep meaning: "Mr. Linn, you can decide the use of these things in the way you like.
And... we will actively cooperate. "
Then, Andrew gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and asked carefully: "Mr. Linn... I don't know, does he have any other intentions for cooperation, such as..."
"Like what."
Ron said nothing.
Andrew suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
He has heard this voice, and he has also seen the owner of this voice laughing heartily in the camera records he took initiative to leave.
"Let me ask you, like what."
By the window, Linn was holding on to the window sill, hanging upside down from the upper window sill, revealing a head. Using hands and feet, he crawled in.
No more, let alone come out.
Pay it back tomorrow. Pay it back tomorrow.
Also, when it comes to recommending books, this is probably the most powerful author among the authors I recommend. Maybe you can tell whose trumpet he is from his writing style.
→_→The new book is still a seedling, but he seems to have a large number of manuscripts saved→_→
(End of chapter)
