Ark Chef Lapland

She has long been accustomed to ignoring these meaningless scrutiny. In those days when she insisted on studying cooking, she spoke coldly and honed her firm beliefs.

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This apartment building is a few years old. It has seven floors and no elevator. It has a structure similar to a tube building and a dormitory building. There are many small single rooms on both sides of the long corridor.

What was being unscrewed by the Neng Angel right now was where she stayed in this city.

Open the door, turn on the light, but there is no light.

"Broken, it seems that I owe electricity bills again." Neng Angel screamed.

Lapland couldn't help but laugh at her words: "Often?"

"Well, I'm actually quite busy at work, and I travel a lot. I just get a night's sleep when I go home, which has little effect on me..."

She shook her head awkwardly and somewhat proudly, the halo was still very bright in this darkness.

Most of the time annoying racial traits have become an advantage in this kind of embarrassment?

"It has a big impact on me!" Lapland shook his head as she did.

She can't think of a toilet, she shouts that an angel can get up to light up the toilet, right?

"Let's bear it all night!"

"The oven has no electricity, what do you use for apple pie?"

"But I have no money." The angel sticks out his tongue.

Her salary was spent on the road and her credit card was spent by Lapland.

Lapland finally realized this serious problem, shocked:

Just a bag of spices, squeezing your assets out?I thought you were teasing me, but it turned out to be true!

Can the angel sneer and want to slap the overbearing president. When the whole world is Chuxue ATM?

Lapland suddenly slapped his forehead: "Actually I have money!"

"Are you serious?"

"You know the bounty for killers is high, right?"

"Lapland, don't take risks just for the electricity bill. I can borrow some with my colleagues!"

"You misunderstood it. I used to...a friend went to a far place and gave me all the bounty she saved before leaving."

"Wait, they were all given to you? That friend's boy or girl?"

"……female."

"Huh." I couldn't feel the answer whether it was good or bad.

Lapland had some inexplicable points of her concern, but she didn't ask about the relationship between the two people anymore. She didn't know how to get together.

"Let's get the money, boss!" Neng Angel seemed to see the apple pie running away, and a beautiful 180° drift hit her again.

"Wait, I don't know the passbook card number, or something else..." Lapland became depressed again.

It's all the indifferent black, only saying that he has a large bounty, but he didn't say how to take the money?

Don’t you know you didn’t inherit your memory when you traveled?

Oh, she really didn't know.

Forgive her then.

But the angel took her and walked out, patting her flat chest and believing: "The killers have their own channels, I know how to get the bounty!"

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Chapter 22

There is always some hidden money in this world, walking on hidden paths, secretly circulating between cities.

The killer organization run by the black also has this operating principle. In order to prevent those masters dancing on the tip of the knife from committing crimes perfectly, but because the transfer records are traced to clues, a secret bounty channel is established outside the Longmen Bank.

It was a coincidence that Neng Angel had received the consignment of "credentials" and happened to know where the killer contact point of Longmen was there.

Once there, the killer organization has its own method to prove the identity of the killer or agent so that it can withdraw its share of the money.

In the small but elegantly decorated izakaya, there is a tall and handsome male waiter wiping a wine glass alone behind the bar. He smiles but can be described in a variety of styles. It has a poisonous temptation to some women. .

"Miss, do you want to withdraw all the bounty?"

"Yes."

"Cash, card, or my service?"

Lapland frowned unconsciously, do these killers know how to play?

"card."

"Okay, number."

Lapland hasn't applied for the bank card of this world yet, and reported a card number from Neng Angel.

Less than half a minute after leaving the izakaya, Neng Angel received a balance change reminder.

Seeing the seven-digit number, a courier has a strong urge to change jobs.

Unfortunately, her beliefs do not allow her to engage in such an obscure career.

But soon she thought of other things, looked up and down Lapland, showing a wary expression.

Sure enough, with the charm of this guy, the more a female friend is, the more he should be wary of leaving such a large amount of money...

Lapland felt that the angel's gaze was different, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." The angel bit her lip.

Can I still torture you about your relationship with other women in the past?

Who am I and why, after all, I'm just a little tour guide who takes you to Longmen.

"Be happy, we have money to buy electricity, and we can make the apple pie you like to eat at night." Lapland patted her on the shoulder and easily solved the economic crisis. She felt that she was very powerful, and of course she was also an angel. Great.