Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 25 Female Suspect
This chapter's subtitle: Vice City Part 2
At two or three o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Yuan Yanshu was writing hard in her apartment.
“Beep, beep, an abnormal change in the timeline has been detected. Beep, beep, an abnormal change in the timeline has been detected.”
Suddenly, he heard a piercing alarm from the Master Ball, and red and green lights flashed like police lights. But what did this timeline change mean?
Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard the Master Ball system speak in a panic for the first time: "The butterfly effect caused by the host's behavior after crossing over has caused abnormal changes in the timeline. Please deal with it as soon as possible. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill."
It's impossible. If I just stay as a neoclassical liberal master, what changes can I bring about? And what should I do?
"Beep, beep, this system is issuing an urgent temporary mission: Vice City Series 2..."
"Master Ball, wait. Why is it number two? Where is number one?"
"Isn't the host attacking the police one of them?"
“…That’s right.”
"Mission: Get to the designated location as quickly as possible, rescue the target person from the NYPD's encirclement, and place him in a safe place."
"Mission reward: To be determined."
"Failure penalty: Erase... the host's abilities, and become an irreversible permanent ED.And frigid. "
Our Master Yuan was furious when he heard this: "Master Ball, what on earth is this permanent ED and frigidity???!!!"
"This timeline change was caused by the host's sexual behavior. Although the consequences of this abnormal change in the timeline should not be very serious, in order to be on the safe side in the future, we can only castrate the host completely, not only physically but also mentally..."
“&％￥#@……” Apart from &％￥#@…what else did Yuan Yanshu have to say?
"Host, please hurry up, unless you realize that 'rights and wrongs come from talking too much, and troubles come from being too distracted', and voluntarily give up this ability."
Isn't that nonsense? Who wants to give up that ability?
"This... Master Ball, you have to tell me the whole story!!!"
"It's because of what happened to the host that day... so... therefore... therefore... now you can only rely on yourself."
After hearing this, Yuan Yan was really convinced. It turned out that it was really his fault!
He walked around the room with his hands behind his back, picked up his wallet and looked at it, then started to put on his clothes. He hurriedly put on his clothes and was about to go out, but before he left, he turned back and took out a flat metal wine bottle from the drawer. This wine bottle, which can be put in a clothing bag, is a best-selling product in the United States after Prohibition, and every fashionable person has one.
Yuan Yanshu had no whiskey, no brandy, and no vodka, but he had a bottle of... Acanthopanax sibiricum. He didn't get Liuwei Dihuang Pills, but he did get a bottle of tonic wine.
“Boom boom boom…”
He filled the wine flask with the rather pungent smell of Acanthopanax odoratus, wiped it casually, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his suit, and rushed out of the room.
"Master Ball, open the map and mark the target."
A very familiar thing appeared in the upper right corner of Master Yuan’s field of vision. It was a circular frame showing the street with a small red arrow in it. Isn’t this the mini-map of the game?
But he didn't have time to think about this. The situation was very serious. In order to complete the task, to preserve the last dignity of a man, and for his own safety, he had to make a big purchase and make a phone call...
Anouk Rocher was walking in the alley . Just as she was about to leave the alley, she heard hurried footsteps and a man's loud shouting. Her curvy but still immature body suddenly froze, and she quickly turned around and hid in a dark doorway.
A young voice said, "Sir, there is an alley here!"
The majestic middle-aged man said in a voice with an accent: "Don't look, this is a dead end street that can only be exited but not entered. This street is full of our people, and someone will see you if you walk out. Go check the apartment building over there first."
"Yes, sir."
The middle-aged man said sternly, "And don't forget, our target this time is a slant and a ginger, don't mess around with it."
The young man hesitated and said, "Yes...sir."
"FUCK!" the middle-aged officer cursed, "They are the suspects of the Wall Street bombing, all desperate criminals. If you are not careful, you will lose your lives. Watch yourselves. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
A few NYPD officers just looked into the alley casually and then ran away.
The young woman finally loosened her hand, which was tightly gripping the six-shot revolver in her coat pocket, but the words she heard made her gasp.
What went wrong? How did these cops know that they were involved in the Wall Street bombing?
She was just standing guard for that comrade and another "her" on the street corner, and she dyed her hair red afterwards, and her standard American accent also deliberately took on a bit of Eastern European flavor. How could someone recognize her when she was so careful? Could it be that... that comrade and "her" were arrested?
And who are these slants mentioned by the NYPD?
Just when Enuka Rochelle was full of doubts, she heard a clang above her head. The iron ladder specially opened at the rear window for residents to use in emergencies fell down...
A slant wearing strange clothes and carrying a big bag fell in front of her with a "thump"!
The man's appearance was too sudden, and at such a critical moment, the frightened young woman nervously took out the pistol from her pocket and pointed it at the newcomer.
Yuan Yan, who was wearing a Chinese-style jacket, was shocked when she didn't expect that the "target person" was carrying a gun. She immediately dropped her bag and raised her hands, saying, "Don't shoot, it's me..."
Enuka Rochelle asked cautiously: "Who are you!"
Master Yuan blurted out: "I am Chen Xiaoer... um, your friend!"
The young woman asked doubtfully, "My friend?"
Yuan Yan, who had a dark yellow complexion, a sickly face, and was dressed almost exactly like a gangster in Chinatown, with two whiskers on his lips, forced a gentle smile and said softly, "Don't be nervous, I'm really here to help your friend. Excuse me, are you Ms. Rochelle?"
"No!"
The anarchist female warrior hesitated for a moment. Anyway, the Chinese man only needed to shout to attract the police on the street. She had no choice but to believe it. So she put away her gun and said, "I am Miss Rochelle."
Yuan Yan suddenly put her hand down and breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, Miss Rochelle, I finally caught up..."
He picked up the cloth bag on the ground and looked Miss Enuka Rochelle up and down. She was really a beauty. Unlike the other red-haired beauty, her figure was thinner and colder. Compared with Ms. Ivanovna, her face was more delicate and her features were picturesque. However, the stubborn expression on the face of this anarchist female fighter destroyed her original soft temperament.
Our Master Yuan nodded and shook his head, and said, "Take off your clothes quickly!"
