Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

——Sure enough, I can no longer be trusted.

She remembered the last scene shown by the king of yellow clothes in her dream.

In the characteristicless cement ash, there is a cute full-length mirror and a music box that fits perfectly.

——It is indeed as he said, although I am walking in the sun, in fact, my world has always been a gray and cold world.

As she thought, she listened to the recording peacefully.

At this time, the fastest of the dishes she ordered has come.

Shelley picked up the chopsticks and began to taste the Chinese supper she had never touched before.

Mr. W is wondering, because Shelley has not returned since leaving the maid's shop.

At this moment, the multifunctional phone on the desktop buzzed, Mr. W picked up the headset on the desk, put it on his ear, and asked, "I am W, what's wrong?"

"Mr. W, Shelley’s personal tablet, just played this."

Immediately afterwards, W's own voice sounded in the earphones.

While listening to the recording calmly, W started rummaging his desk slowly.

Then he saw a cockroach lying in the file.

He decisively pressed the cockroach that was about to run with his bare hands, and said softly: "Sure enough, a miniature machine can't achieve the agility of a real insect, can it?"

When he finished speaking, he smashed the thin shell of the micromachine, took out the battery from the component, unplugged the wires at both ends, and threw everything on the table.

"Technology department, come to me and analyze the technology of the micro-robot I just demolished. Pay attention to all, immediately start the insecticide operation, mainly focusing on those insects that are not afraid of insecticides."

Mr. W's instructions were executed efficiently.

After the technical support team’s human radio wave detectors ensured that there was no radio wave emission in Mr. W’s office, Mr. W asked everyone to leave the room and picked up the phone.

"Pick up Ms. M."

Soon, Ms. M over there answered the phone: "What's the matter?"

Mr. W briefly summarized what just happened.

"It's not like you, W, who would actually make this kind of mistake." Ms. M said in a reproachful tone, "Let's start the aftermath immediately. Now Shelley's risk of rebellion is too high."

"Yes, I request her to leave the mission and enter the retirement process."

"No, she may defect to the King of Yellow Clothes, and the King of Yellow Clothes is in contact with the Greater China government. Although she is still young, because of you, she has already taken part in some The action that the Chinese know. It was you who led her into the industry, you vouched for her loyalty, and you advocated implanting her with a built-in pupil chip that is anti-amnestic. Now, you have to take responsibility. If you can’t execute it, Just let..."

"No, let me come." W's voice is much older.

"W," Ms. M said, "After this mission is over, I think you also need to take a long vacation."

"Yes, Ms. M, I think this is necessary." W responded.

"Do your duty." After speaking, Ms. M hung up the phone.

W put down the phone, sat at the table and stared at the empty smooth tabletop. He just froze here and waited for a while, like a sculpture.

Finally, he sighed a long sigh, picked up the headset that was placed on the table just to make a call, put it on his ear, and ordered: "The technical team, check the condition of the rapid ablation box, and let the stuntman be prepared. The 3D printer immediately started printing Shelley’s mask, and the wig was also ready."

Shelley had a full meal and touched her chubby belly. She thought that she should add a set of exercises to tonight and tomorrow morning to consume extra calories.

Although I no longer want to use the standards of a spy to restrain myself, as a girl, my pursuit of beauty will not change. It has nothing to do with whether I am a spy.

She returned to the British floor in a familiar way, opened the door to enter the room, and then went straight to W's room for today's report.

But today, she won't tell W everything, certainly not.

She decided to conceal the dream, and also conceal what the king of yellow clothes did to her.

She reported what happened between four o'clock in the afternoon and closing time as what happened during the day. In order to make the content look more substantial, she talked about some details that she would not normally talk about.

W listened attentively as usual, nodded from time to time, and would ask "then what" at the right time.

Finally, Shelley's report is over.

W looked at her expression and was silent for a few seconds before asking: "It seems that you are in a good state of mind today, but yesterday the psychology evaluation team thought that the possibility of your collapse is increasing. Did something good happen? "

Shelley had anticipated this problem a long time ago, and she nodded gently.

"Yes, today, I suddenly wanted to understand something. Therefore, I have to request again to withdraw from this task."

W took a deep breath and nodded: "According to your mental state assessment, I think you should quit. I will apply to Ms. M."

Shelley squinted her eyes, she felt a little surprised, but-it would be nice to get rid of the spy life temporarily, although it meant returning to China and staying away from Masha and the others temporarily, but

But I feel that I haven't liked Masha to the point where it is hard to give up.

Maybe it’s a good thing to return to the UK now.

"Then, I will go to rest today, waiting for the results of your discussion with Ms. M." Shelley stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

No way, although there is still a part of the content not finished, but I fell asleep.

Chapter 331 Being Leaded by Twelve Thousands of Economy, Still Haven't Lost the Big Dragon, Li Ge is awesome (four more)

When Shelley felt the shock behind her, she was quite calm.

——Sure enough, he was hit.

Thinking like this, she looked down at her chest.

——He still said that he was wrong. The British spy would not come out of the front with a pistol.

At this time, the poison of the warhead had already deprived her of her breath and creed. As her career went downhill, her last thought flashed through her brain again.

——Pity me with such a good figure, it’s gone before I’ve been hugged...

From beginning to end, she never looked back at her mentor and actual father.

W put down his gun and personally handled many traitors. At this time, he was very confused and had to take a few deep breaths to calm down.

He stood up and walked to the fallen Shelley.

The ultra-small bullets fired by the special firearms of British agents will only leave small bullet holes on the human body, and basically will not penetrate from the other side. Therefore, the person who was hit by this bullet bleeds very little, and the target clothes are slightly thicker. Outsiders can't even immediately realize that she was shot by a gun.

But the poison of the warhead is very deadly, no matter where it hits the body, it will quickly kill the target.

W looked at Shelley, the girl didn't look dead at all, and the blood on her face hadn't even had time to fade. However, the pupils that have begun to dilate indicate that life has left this body.