I'm an agent.
I don't just go away when the mission is over, I like to plant a bomb in those high-rise offices.
But it wasn't actually a bomb. I hope they take the trouble to disassemble it and then—
Revealing intimate photos of yourself having a secret meeting with your lover or smelly weasel farts.
I will be confused for a few more days.
Because I woke up in a strange place.
The person I got along with changed from the bearded gentleman in the West to the mysterious Ah Piao in the East.
I placed a fake bomb as usual.
The bomb exploded ten minutes later, blowing the bloody ghost into five, six, seventy-eight pieces.
All that being said, I screwed up.
But I promise, folks, this is a coincidence.
A Piao shivered after witnessing the coincidence.
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Later, there was a strange saying that if you saw a young man driving a pickup truck from the last century, he was driving around.
Please run.
He is a vicious murderer.
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"You. Go kill him."
"With all due respect, sir, no matter how top-notch an agent is, he can't tear someone apart in another world."
As soon as I finished speaking, the strange thing in front of me fled in fright. When I suspected that I really had special abilities, the land in front of me was covered with shadows.
I was too scared to move.
The shadow said: "Why are you blinking at me?"
... Huh?
(Third person in the text)
Purpose: Adhere to principles and uphold true intentions.
