"Didn't you say that you are cold-blooded and vicious, and never miss a move?" The system's electronic voice was as cold as ice, "Why have you been bound for so long without solving a single task object?"
"I didn't lie to you." A looked like a killer when he had a cold face, "It was just an accident."
"Okay, then you explain. The first mission, that chaebol - you hid in his house, why was he unharmed?"
"His bedroom is too big, I got lost." A pursed his lips.
"... Where is the scientist? His laboratory is not big."
"I squatted under his experimental table for too long. When I stood up, my vision went dark and I fainted."
"What about the stage star? I finally helped you get the tickets!!"
"The security check confiscated my weapon as a light tag." A paused and asked, "Can you get it back for me? I don't have any money to buy new ones."
"..."
"What to do now?!" The system roared, "You don't have any weapons, why are you still a killer!"
"Why are you so anxious?" A's face was expressionless, and his sharp-knuckled fingers gently brushed the corners of his lips, "If you don't have a weapon, just attack their hearts. I will pretend to get close to them and deceive their feelings."
His voice was low and steady: "They all said... The sword of emotion is fatal."
Perhaps his cold face was so convincing that the system believed him.
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Until the situation took a turn for the worse.
A began to be tied up frequently.
Waking up in the early morning on a fifty-square-meter bed, the chaebol next to me chuckled: "... So beautiful. Take off one more piece, okay?"
In the afternoon, Wuhuada was tied into the laboratory. The scientist caressed his cheek coldly: "Stay with me, be good."
He was inexplicably put into the nanny car late at night, and the superstar pinched his chin: "Aren't you going to be an illegitimate child? Huh? You don't even open your mouth when your idol kisses you?"
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After finally escaping, A calmly wiped the knife.
The system patted him and discovered that his lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were more confused than calm.
"Where do you get your emotional experience?" The system couldn't help but ask.
"A red book. I have a roommate who is in love, and I looked it up in it."
The system finally felt that something was wrong, and its voice trembled: "You said on your resume that you killed thousands of people. Where did you kill them?"
"It's a battlefield." A said without hesitation, "It's very exciting."
If you kill them all, you can still eat a chicken.
System: "..."
The resume you co-authored is all made up! ! !
Purpose: Caring for the illiterate is everyone's responsibility. Study hard, grow in love and challenges, cross boundaries with courage and tolerance, and achieve self-growth and transformation.
