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Go downstairs.
I saw Mindy sitting on the sofa, bored.
"It's the weekend again? No, Chloe isn't here..." After asking, Mike realized something was wrong.
"Haha~ It's obvious that he skipped class." Mindy smiled proudly.
"Aoran" is a chicken leg!
Is this something that should be "proud"?
"Did you call Marcus?" Mike asked Skye speechlessly.
"I called him and he said he was sorry. He was working on something and couldn't leave. Can we please take care of Mindy temporarily?"
"What did you say?"
"What else can I say? We can't just throw her into the street."
"Why not?" Mike muttered, "This is almost a daycare for me."
Mindy bared his teeth at Mike.
Mike Of course he was just joking, there is no way he would do such a cruel thing. How difficult is it for a gangster to be a gangster? Do you think it is common sense and morals to put such a violent loli on the street?
"You should make a pitiful expression at this time..." Mike pulled Mindy's ponytail.
I don't know why, but when I see a button, I want to press it, and when I see a ponytail, I want to pull it.
Mindy tilted his head and body to free the ponytail.
"Is that so?"
Mindy I closed my eyes and brewed for two seconds. When I opened my eyes, my eyes were full of tears, which made me feel pity. I blinked, and big clear tears dripped down my cheeks.
If Mindy said to the police uncle at this time, "This weird squid wants to do strange things to me." I believe the police uncle would not hesitate to draw his gun and give him a pair of beautifully made "silver bracelets".
"Tsk tsk, look what a natural Actor is, it's awesome," Mike said to Skye.
Here I just want to criticize Skye, who can't even act coquettishly. The feeling of others acting coquettishly is that you have to be careful with small fists and hammers. Skye... Oh my God, my chest is broken.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Skye was shocked, how did you do it?
This skill can kill most Actor instantly.
"Anyone can do this, right?"
It's not that she is being modest, Mindy really doesn't think this is anything special. She thinks the most amazing things are being able to shoot, being good with a gun, and being good with a knife. Although she doesn't admit it on the surface, Mindy thinks Mike is very powerful.
After Big Daddy died, no one trained Mindy. Of course she could learn by herself. Now that the Internet is so developed, the atomic bomb recipe can be found online. Not to mention, as long as the raw materials are available, all-powerful netizens will give you the entire "Tsar Bomba" and "Little Boy" in minutes.
Mindy is just lonely and wants to find some company.
Marcus's concern for Mindy is undoubtedly sincere, but he can never replace Big Daddy, and his ideas are completely opposite to Big Daddy. Marcus has been denying Big Daddy's views and trying to reverse Mindy's three views, which makes her very resistant in her heart.
As for "Kick-Ass" Dave... this guy is in love. He wishes he could break his day into forty-eight hours, and turn into conjoined twins with his girlfriend Katie for twenty-four hours, leaving the remaining twenty-four hours for sex. Most young men and women who are in love and have tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time are like this. There is no time left for others. It would be great to use the sage's time to say hello to Mindy.
I believe Skye, who has had a similar experience, can see Mindy's true thoughts, so she is very friendly to the little loli.
Similar people either join together to keep each other warm, or they hurt each other.
Mike opened the Fridge and took out the fresh-keeping box, which contained a sandwich prepared by Skye. Mike had a disordered work and rest schedule, which caused the waking time to be irregular, so Skye made some sandwiches to cushion Mike's stomach after he got up. If Mike hadn't surpassed ordinary people's physique, he would have looked like a kidney-deficient man with panda eyes and sloppy steps, just like most programmers.
"Have you eaten yet?" Mike asked Mindy casually.
"Of course." Mindy glanced at the bacon sandwich with disdain, turned his head away, and thought to himself, "It doesn't look good. The bacon is too fried, and the tomatoes and lettuce are wilted. It must not taste good... Yes, that's it!"
As for your natural acting skills, do you want to be so greedy?
It is true that Marcus is fond of Mindy, but he is a single divorced man and a busy policeman. Breakfast is either oatmeal and milk, or toast and juice, and fried eggs and sausages are carefully prepared.
"There is also a turkey sandwich, do you want to try it?" Mike sighed inwardly and took out the remaining sandwich.
"Don't..."
"You really don't want it? I can't eat it anymore. It's almost expired... I have no choice but to throw it away." Mike pretended to be sorry.
Throw it away?
Come on, an extraordinary physique requires excessive nutrition. Even if there are two more steaks, he can still eat it.
Mindy is clearly moving.
"Oh, this was made by Skye himself. It would be a pity to throw it away."
"Well, then... since it is sister Skye's hard work, it would be a pity to throw it away. Well, I will eat it reluctantly." Mindy felt so guilty that his eyes rolled around.
"Don't force yourself."
"None of your business!"
Mindy took a big bite of the sandwich, mistaking it for Mike. The cheeks that were originally a little baby fat were bulging like a squirrel stuffed with pine nuts.
Skye watched the interaction between the big one and the small one, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "The Fridge, there are steaks and lamb chops, which one?"
"Steak." After thinking for a while, Mike said, "This batch of lamb chops is a bit picky and needs to be marinated, but the taste is really good."
Mindy glared at Mike: "Didn't you say you can't eat it?!!!"
"Yeah, I can't eat any more sandwiches. My stomach can only hold one sandwich at a time, leaving the rest for the meat."
"Do you think you are my child?"
"You are the child."
"Liar!"
"Oh, I'm so scared if you saw it."
Fifteen minutes later, Mike was enjoying steak at the table. Mindy put his chin on the edge of the table and muttered, "Eating steak in the morning will make you fat, make you fat..."
"Aren't you childish?"
"You're so fat, you're so fat..."
"Ha! Bounce, rebound, rebound..."
Skye:╮╭, two childish ghosts.
At noon, Marcus, who was driving a police car, picked up Mindy and took him back to school. The latter's pouty mouth could hang a soy sauce bottle.
Mike and Skye went out together and planned to find a small warehouse. Skye wanted to practice fighting and firearms, so he couldn't practice shooting in an apartment. Ricochets can kill people.
The agent provided several alternatives. Mike thinks the location is good, but the key is Skye.
The agent Dyson is a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair is a bit messy, and his light blue plaid shirt has coffee stains. When you meet him, he gives the impression that "I am a salesperson, I work hard, but I always mess up things."
Dyson's eyes sparkled. "What a great car!"
"I think so too." Mike drove the gold Saleen S7 that was gathering dust in the garage, and hit the accelerator... The wind was a bit noisy today.
There are many vacant small warehouses in Hell's Kitchen, most of which are concentrated on the west coast of the Hudson River.
This Mike is familiar. Here he broke several people's legs, but none of them Foot Gang, and killed a group of Vampire.
Dyson led the way in a pickup truck. Today we plan to visit three warehouses, the nearest one is Hudson River West Bank.
The car had just parked outside a warehouse where weeds were growing fiercely. A group of people dressed in hip-hop outfits, covered in tattoos and wearing gold chains came out. They were originally aggressive, but when they saw the golden sports car, the group suddenly froze.
Also frozen was Dyson.