Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 88 Lindenwan
Subtitle of this chapter: The ONE VS Leader ONE!
Among the three anarchist fighters, Sister Wei An and Comrade Wan glanced at the book and stopped reading. Only Zhuang Kunlun read the book with the most concentration, and soon he fell into an inexplicable state. He was flipping through the book, mumbling to himself, with confusion and joy on his face from time to time, and he was completely immersed in it.
Our Master Yuan knew at a glance that this guy was a military maniac. In that case, the BOOM that killed dozens of people and seriously injured hundreds of people was most likely made by him?
Thinking of this, Yuan Yan took a few steps back and put some distance between herself and the old man. What if this guy also had BOOM on him? If things went wrong, wouldn't he get himself into trouble?
"Comrade Yuan, would you like to go to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee? It's just been made."
When he heard the call, he turned around and found that the "Wan" had walked up to him and was looking at him with a smile.
"Okay, okay. By the way, what is this comrade's name..."
The other party said without hesitation: "Van Linder."
Our Master Yuan said casually: "Oh, Comrade Wan Linden..."
He suddenly shuddered, stared at the other person with wide eyes, and looked at him carefully from head to toe.
Wait, this guy's name is "Linden Wan"? ! Of course it's a pseudonym, but because it's a fake name, so... could he also be a time traveler?? !
"Comrade Linden, this..." What question should I ask? I don't know when he came here. Wait a minute, since his name is Linden Wan, he must be a person from the 21st century like me.
When a time traveler sees another time traveler, he is naturally excited. Yuan Yan suddenly forgot the famous saying "When fellow villagers meet, they stab each other in the back." She blurted out, "Comrade Linden, I think your attack scene is too small. Wouldn't a plane be better than a bomb?"
"The scene is too small?! A plane?!" Unfortunately, Lindenwan didn't understand what he meant. Instead, he said with a puzzled look on his face: "I know what a plane is, but can it be used as a weapon? At most, it can only shoot down enemy aircraft."
Is this guy playing dumb? But he doesn't look like that. No, I have to test it out.
"If the plane doesn't work, can we use the bomb vest?"
"Bomb vest... This is the first time I've heard of it. But..." The suspected time traveler thought for a moment and said, "Then I have to take off the vest, isn't it redundant? It's better to carry a bag."
Oh, if this guy is acting, there must be no flaws. Yuan Yanshu, who has Disguise +1 (equivalent to Acting +3), has very sharp eyes now. Since he can see through this person's disguise, he can naturally see through his acting skills.
After confirming that he was not a time traveler, our Master Yuan felt relieved, but also inexplicably felt a little disappointed.
"Mr. Yuan, your coffee."
"Thank you, Mr. Linden."
"How about we sit down and talk?"
"It's all up to you."
"By the way, do you want some candy?"
"Yes, two. Thank you."
Before Yuan Yan finished speaking, Lin Dengwan's demeanor suddenly changed...
"Master Ball, didn't you say that there are no martial arts elements in this world?"
"Host, there really isn't any Chinese martial arts element here."
"Master Ball, what's going on now?"
"Host, this skill is actually not difficult. As long as you practice it for ten years without stopping, you can achieve this level."
Lindenwan's "skill" was not difficult but very handsome. With a slight movement of his right hand, he twisted the civilized stick and pulled out a rapier as long as an adult's forearm. Then, he quickly thrust the rapier into the sugar jar and picked out two sugar cubes with a light pick.
At the same time, he took a big step forward with his left foot, and made a graceful 180-degree turn with his left heel as the center. The rapier in his hand tilted downward, and two sugar cubes fell right into Master Yuan's coffee cup!
"Clang", he put the sword back into the sheath and at the same time restrained the sharpness that had just appeared. He smiled and resumed his original harmless image, and slowly sat down.
Damn it, isn't this a demonstration and a warning?! Then I won't be polite!
"Oops, I forgot to add the milk..."
Our Master Yuan suddenly pulled out the belt from his waist, and with a wave of his hand, he wrapped it around the milk can next to him, and pulled it inwards. The milk can flew to the other person's coffee cup and poured some milk, then flew to his cup and did the same thing. Finally, Yuan Yan flicked the milk can lightly and it returned to its original position...
Well, he didn't suddenly become a master, this was just his imagination. This is probably what a world with martial arts elements is like.
In fact, he lowered his head, picked up the cup and stirred the coffee with a spoon, pretending not to see it.
The swordsman smiled slightly and said in a condescending tone: "Well, Mr. Yuan, there are only two of us here. Can you tell me about your SCP Foundation? Of course, if there is anything inconvenient, I will not force you."
Ding ding ding, it’s time for Mr. Yuan, a candy-loving man from Wuxi, to give out candy.
Unlike other plagiarism protagonists, he didn't need to use his brain or even move his hands when "writing" novels, but his "daily life" was too brain-intensive. He had already decided that if he had the chance to go to Chinatown again, he would order a steamed pig brain to replenish his body. Anyway, with the Master Ball, he didn't have to worry about high cholesterol.
Although Yuan Yanshu was very unhappy, he could only smile bitterly and said, "Mr. Linden, I really have nothing to hide. In the SCP Foundation, I am the most junior 'investigator'. And because of the '916' incident, your organization is now the focus of our foundation. So I can tell you everything I know. But..."
Lindenwan said calmly: "But what?"
Our Master Yuan said with a stiff face: "But I also have some questions for our foundation. I hope you can answer truthfully. If you really can't answer, please don't lie."
The other party hesitated for a moment, then smiled with a teasing expression and said, "Well, no problem. How about this, you ask one and I ask one, how about that?"
Seeing his provocative expression, Yuan Yan suddenly became even more furious. He kept repeating to himself, "A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him." He held back his breath and said, "Very fair, deal! Then let me ask you first. Why did you want to blow up Wall Street?"
The other party said as a matter of course: "Of course it is to warn the capitalists on Wall Street and ask the government to release political prisoners. Now..."
Our Master Yuan raised a hand and said, "Wait, if that's the case, why don't you tell the public?"
Lindenwan showed a hint of embarrassment for the first time, but he recovered immediately. He laughed dryly and said, "Well, there was a little accident..."
