I'm really not a genius

Chapter 213

In the early morning of that day, Caroline and the Western girl who shot and wounded Lu Yao stood side by side trembling, with her head hanging very low.

"The Chinese boy escaped from here?" a man with long hair of more than two meters tall stood by the window, raised the curtain with his hand, simply looked at the two iron railings broken by Lu Yao and said, "how did you escape? Tell me more about it?"

Caroline stood beside him, trembling and whispered, "he, he was seriously injured and nearly died after bumping all the way on the helicopter."

"The doctor told me that he couldn't be tied up anymore. I, I arranged him in this ward..."

Caroline glanced around secretly and said, "this is a special ward for the third-order demon hunter. The anti-theft doors and windows are made of No. 25 Mohs alloy. With his physique, it is reasonable that he can't break it;"

"The medicine I injected him was enough for him to sleep for 48 hours, less than 20 hours at that time;"

"And Anna and I have been outside..."

"Bang!"

Before the voice fell, there was a loud noise. The man with long hair by the window suddenly turned around, grabbed Caroline's neck, pressed her against the wall and shouted, "I ask you how he escaped! What's the use of telling me this

"Are you an idiot?!"

"We've got all the people in our hands. Can we lose them again?"

Caroline widened her eyes, grabbed the man's wrist with both hands and tried desperately to break his fingers.

But in the face of the absolute power gap, her efforts were in vain.

"Click..."

The slight sound of bone dislocation came, Caroline's face was pale, and there was a "Ho Ho" sound in her throat. She was about to break her neck.

"My Lord, my Lord!"

Another girl on one side didn't dare to come forward, so she had to kneel on the ground and kowtow her head desperately to beg for mercy: "you let Caroline go! You let us go, please, my lord..." when she spoke, she had put on a cry in her voice.

Dark cyan scales gradually appeared on the long haired man's face, and sharp nails were born on five fingers, which were pulled into Caroline's neck one by one.

On his side, an old man in a suit and silver hair smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Sir, please forgive her this time."

"Now is the time to hire people. If you kill her, others are useless."

The old man said, gently put his hand on the long haired man's arm and said, "it's not all Caroline's fault."

"The Chinese boy ran away, at least let us understand one thing: his value is far greater than we thought."

"Isn't this an unexpected joy?"

Hearing this, the dark cyan on the long haired man's face gradually faded, and the semi-formed scales disappeared.

The old man continued, "he is in Mellon. Why can't you find him in such a small place?"

"I'm going to contact the people above immediately and let them martial law the whole city in the name of arresting the murderer. What do you think?"

The long haired man looked back at the old man, slowly released his hand and threw Caroline aside.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Caroline fell to the ground, curled up and gasped violently.

Another girl in the room secretly climbed towards her, took out her handkerchief and pressed the wound on her neck for her.

……

It was just dawn at 7:30 a.m.

In a slum on the outskirts of the city, many residents just woke up from their sleep, yawning, clutching their hair, disheveled clothes, carrying their home buckets, and pouring the dirty water into the sewage well on the corner.

This block has not been rebuilt for about 70 or 80 years. It can't even get into the house. The street exudes an unspeakable strange smell.

"Ding Ling Ling..."

A crisp ringing bell sounded in the narrow streets of the slum.

A blonde boy pedaled an old-fashioned bicycle and entered the block from the south entrance.

The boy's name is Charles. He is a helper in a Chinese restaurant.

He is responsible for delivering the breakfast prepared by the boss to the guests every morning, then spending a leisurely morning and delivering lunch at noon.

"Boss, have a cover meal!"

After delivering breakfast, Charles returned to the small restaurant he helped.

This shop is run by a Chinese couple. The boss's meal is delicious and the boss's wife is very good-looking.

Tall, graceful curves, combined with the exquisite makeup that is always meticulous, have properly broken the aesthetic boundary of mankind.

"What would you like to eat today?" the owner of the small restaurant asked Charles with a cigarette in his mouth and the head of a chicken nest.

"It's the same as yesterday," said Charles, while leaving his spare light behind the landlady who was counting her money

The boss looked at Charles, smiled gently and said, "go home after dinner. The whole city is under martial law at 9 o'clock today."

Hearing the speech, Charles was stunned and said, "martial law again?"

"Who's coming again?"

The boss of the chicken nest shrugged and said, "who knows, it has nothing to do with us."

"Clang clang......"

As they were talking, a gust of wind rang, and a man with a beard and a hot wool roll pushed the door and entered the shop.

He glanced at Charles sitting at the bar and said, "boss, I'd like a kung pao chicken."

Hearing this, shire's ears moved.

Because he was familiar with the boss, he knew very well that "kung pao chicken" was not a dish here.

Whenever the news of martial law comes out, some strangers will come to the store to order "kung pao chicken", and then the boss will give them a bag of things.

Charles knows that this is selling the right to use the safe house.

There are several shops doing this kind of business in this neighborhood. As a local aborigine, he doesn't wonder.

Sure enough, hearing the beard, the boss immediately took out a box of "takeout" from behind the counter, pushed forward and said, "200."

The man nodded, took out two notes and put them on the counter, then picked up the "takeout" and left.

Charles twisted his neck to see the man go away and asked the boss, "new guest?"

The boss nodded and said, "well, the newcomer owes a lot of gambling debts in China and can't get along. He just came here recently."

Charles wondered, "is such a man worthy of martial law in the whole city?"

The boss said, "of course it's not worth it. He's not on the list above, otherwise I dare not hide."

Charles was surprised and said, "isn't he spending money in vain?"

The boss smiled mysteriously and said, "No. if he doesn't come to me, he'll have to be in a panic all day. Isn't it worth spending money to buy peace of mind?"

Shire couldn't help laughing twice.