Super Detective in the Fictional World

“I'm not.” Jeff hastily denied it.

“Human Resources...” Shorty fat man.

“You're wrong.” Jeff continues to struggle dying.

“Say I'm some kind of suicidal depression, take your trust game, and so-called relieve stress.” Shorty fat man is sure.

Jeff shook his head: “No, you don't look depressed...”

“And this damn MBI pressure ball, they don't work at all!” Shorty fat man roared.

He threw the pressure ball away: “You're impersonating. It's a trap. Plan number two, call a helicopter. ”

Selena was speechless: "Doesn't it look good to be too good at communicating with people? ”

“Wait a minute.” Luke frowned and listened to what Tim had been eavesdropping on.

“Bait exposed, requesting backup, immediate rescue operations.” Tim said with the walkie-talkie.

A moment later, he looked incredible.

Natalie and he looked at each other for a moment and took the walkie-talkie and said, "Yes, retreat. ”

“Really just give them up?” Tim's a little tangled up.

Natalie smiled and copied the microflush hanging by her side: "Of course not. They're great neighbors, right? ”

Tim laughed, and the two flew downstairs.

Luke rolls his eyes: Agent tissue is reliable, and pigs can climb trees.

He never wanted to be in an institution like the FBI or the CIA, and that's what happened.

Without sufficient status, even if admitted into the box, he would be a soldier, and being able to fight would be a life in the dark.

Once exposed, they are abandoned without hesitation by their superiors.

What could he do then? Was it under a lot of surveillance, just coming out, or waiting to be beaten to death before being resurrected?

Either way, the consequences were extremely bad, and he did not want to appear.

Luke thought, "Selena, get ready to support Tim and them. Tim, their backup has been evacuated from the hotel. ”

Selena: "That was a timely evacuation. ”

Team mate? It doesn't exist because Jeff is not a teammate at all.

They are only bait and inevitable loss of material during fishing operations.

At this moment, Jeff's mouth was pressed onto the couch.

Over there, the short fat man is telling one of his associates something.

Jeff frowned and mumbled for a moment and suddenly said, "Bruce? ”

Shorty fat man subconsciously sideways: “Well, are you talking to me? ”

Jeff was more certain: "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce-Spring-style. ”

Shorty chubby shakes his head embarrassingly: "No, you're mistaken. ”

Jeff was very certain: "I remember, I was the one who handled the parking dispute for you. But is that why you're in the criminal business? Because a shitty parking spot hurts your self-esteem? ”

Shorty chubby got angry: “Enough, shut up. What do you think this place is? Talk show stage. ”

In the room, the crowd of fat, short men and associates are all behaving strangely.

His female partner couldn't help but ask, "You? It's called spring... Stylish? (Spring-style)”

She can't be blamed for being so curious.

It's like who suddenly found out that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's original name was puppy.

Shorty fat man gets angry with shame: "Yes, is there a problem? ”

The other fellow couldn't help but say, "Is that why you asked us to call you" Dragon King ”? ”

Shorty fat guy: "In our business, of course, we need a nickname that's not easy to associate with. Why do you think that is? ”

Everyone is full of strange colors.

Shorty, fat Bruce, that's why he turned his head so hard, pointing his finger at Jeff: “And it's not fair to park, okay? ”

Everyone: … So, you actually fell into the grass because of that shitty parking space.

Bruce seemed to have been touched by the scar, and he said, "I've been working for them for three years, three years! They also let me park in Area D. It's on the other side of the fucking highway, okay? I have to walk past that thing every time I go to and from work...”

“Pedestrian bridge.” Jeff cautioned in due course that he had met too many employees who came to him to vent this sort of thing.

“That's right, that's it. Just walk over this damn pedestrian bridge, it's hot and sweaty, the wind is dusty, and the occasional rain is going to drizzle down into a chicken, and I'm going to fucking enjoy this for three years. I should thank you!” Bruce, furious as he spoke, had already taken something out of his arms.

Jeff hastily cautioned, "Wait, I didn't give you your parking space. I've been parking in Area D for 12 years. ”

Bruce, uh, suddenly pulled out a short tube, and the revolver paused, but he immediately turned around and started to raise his gun: “I'm not a fucking useless, lying piece of shit like you, Human Resources. I don't care how long you park in Area D. ”

Dang!

The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting the farce.

Selena looked across the hall at the scene in that room and couldn't help but say, "Luke, are you sure Tim and Natalie were going to save Jeff? ”

Luke used the camera just installed outside the window to look at the image on the fake phone, and for a moment he said, “Maybe this is their backup plan? ”

“A backup plan to turn himself into a prisoner?” Selena Throat: “You better not make plans like this again. ”

Luke Gual: "Okay, get ready to do it. ”

Inside, Jeff has looked at Tim with amazement: "Where's the backup? ”

“There's no backup.” Tim grinned.

Jeff: “What? Didn't you say the worst result was backup rushing in here to flatten this place? ”

Natalie: “For them, the worst result is this, and your kind of collateral loss is not the worst result. ”

“Collateral losses?” Jeff stared.

Bruce laughed hey hey hey: “See, that's a typical omitted lie. All right, Bununo, put the plastic cloth on, I don't want to be impounded by the hotel. ”

“Wait!” cried a shout.

Bruce dissatisfied: "hey! How can anyone interrupt me? ”

It was Karen's cry, and she prayed, “Natalie, the last time we tried on underwear together, I realized I liked you. ”

Everyone: …

Jeff, Tim: …

Bruce was confused, looking at Tim.

This guy shouldn't be named Natalie, much less in the ladies' dressing room.

“Are you talking to her?” He looks at Natalie next to Tim, and then at Karen.

Karen nodded, "Let me finish my last last words, okay? ”

“Well, you say.” Bruce's unconscious head, his eyes still spinning between these two characteristic women.