The height of the bean moth is also considered swan meat. Ordinary toads are undesirable. This thing tastes very good and has a strong chewy bulb, and it does not conflict with its softness and delicateness. It is two big pots of sticky and sticky, one red and the other white, which is very fragrant and very delicious.

"It's so sinful. I used this thing to make my heart splash early in the morning. I can't die after eating it. I have to go to hell!"

"It was not early morning, and it was not dawn!"

"Li Cang, your knowledge is a bit mixed, right?"

"What knowledge point?" Qin Zhenzhen stretched her face out of her small stainless steel basin in a daze: "This thing smells so good, it smells so good!"

Tai Xiaoyi rubbed her wrists: "It's delicious, it takes time to do this thing. You don't know how long I have rolled these insects. Once I blanched it, I only squeezed it like a yellow and white..."

Lao Wang's face was like the skin of the bean moth that had been rolled into the bucket. It was shriveled and green: "Miss, don't, please stop talking!"

The old man Wang, who has always been a bit sticky and bibimbap, is now as reserved as a new concubine who has just passed the door. He is cautious, pitiful, gentle and polite, but when he put down his psychological burden, his bottom line soon became as uneven as the rectum.

"Hold the grass, this thing seems to be a match for Hash Ant!" Lao Wang's bloody mouth storm inhaled, and said, "Miss, let's dig ice holes and circle the toads in a while. At night, I will stew the dried chili oil and red sauce, so I will definitely accumulate energy!"

Tai Xiaoyi nodded: "Yeah, a good duck, that man can eat very well!"

“.༼;´༎ຶ۝༎ຶ༽”

The rice in Master Wang's mouth was no longer delicious at that time.

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Or base.

Coincidentally, someone got the same menu as Lao Wang orally.

As one of the few Japanese mixed-race children in the entire 3/7 base, Hirota Yasuda has been using the name An Hongtai since he was born, which helped him avoid the base's large and small inspections again and again. In fact, all he could handle was some irrelevant scrap information. For example, there was a public meeting of a certain level of so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-

Hirota Yasuda's identity is a senior port dispatcher at Civil Port No. 118b. He clearly realized that his identity is actually irrelevant. The base even intentionally or unintentionally releases some plausible news to him through certain means. The scale control here is very interesting. He does not think he is smart enough to be able to easily bet among several parties. It just happens that everyone has such a small need and he just dare not refuse.

Therefore, he showed his natural nature, just like those ordinary people who are greedy for money, lust, and fear of death. They consciously put their living standards at a height that does not belong to them, but not too much. For example, the daily living expenses are three or five times that of colleagues of senior dispatchers, such as marrying three wives and raising two underground lovers, men must be loyal to their original hearts, and the three hearts and two intentions equal five, and it is just right.

He also consciously and strictly screened the scale of the messages he could convey. After several tests, the base seemed to be quite satisfied with him, so he knew everything tacitly.

"Haruko, sit down and enjoy lunch and see what we all have, delicious cold-sized rice with cold fish, crispy bean moth tempura, delicious grilled forest frogs with sauce, fresh Caesar salad, and your favorite sweet after-meal-"

"Haruko?Haruko!"

"Beautiful Miss Haruko, my first wife, are you still angry? No matter who I marry, my favorite will always be the beautiful Miss Haruko. We have not said that your living expenses will double..."

Haruko lies prone to the cold floor of the bedroom, her posture is distorted and extremely unnatural.

At that moment, Hirota Yasuda thought a lot. The panic of the three-class slaves, the natural despair of the abandoned son, and the instinctive desire to survive prompted him to leave quickly...

Hirota Yasuda did not run away after all.

There is no doubt that he loved Haruko, just like his second wife, third wife and two lovers, he even felt a little lucky. After all, the base could not do anything to involve people who were completely unaware of it.

That's Amerika?

Or is the great neon restorationism that he doesn't even believe in?

Oh...

In that case, there is no need to run away. They will use any means to get rid of themselves, and he will have no power to tie a chicken.

Hirota Yasuda took a step forward, his tentacles were cold.

"ah!"

One of his lovers, the housemaid, Vili, gave the most self-releasing scream in her life, which was even sharper than when she was in the public library that night, but in addition to fear, there was a slight slight excitement in her eyes.

"Let's go!" Hirota Yasuda's face turned cold and he took out an energy matrix gun hidden under the bed: "Bring the money I give you and everything I can take, and leave here immediately!"

Weili didn't look back.

Hirota Yasuda looked at Haruko's face again and suddenly felt creepy. Her cherry mouth that made people feel endless aftertaste was covered with mycelium-like substances. It grew from her mouth, embedded in her eyes, ears and nose, and finally spread again from her lower abdomen and under her skirt. The beech floor that had just been waxed under her body had been corroded, and a small piece of weird flower bud was formed as the mycelium veins formed.

"Pok~"

The flower buds burst out, and a pool of sticky water like clear noses flowed out, a mutated centipede-like small white nearly transparent insect kept twitching in the liquid, and soon completely melted and lost its vitality.

But this scene did not relieve Hirota Yasuda. Instead, he retreated step by step. He also knew some of the news of insect-like infestation. Obviously, the scene in front of him was not something he could handle.

"Hey...yes...I...I'm going to report a contamination...No...is an invasion incident of unknown reasons..."

As Hirota Yasuda spoke, his mouth became more and more dry and he picked up a glass of water in fear and irritability, but he was shocked to find that at some point, strands of thin green mycelium-like substance had already emerged from the corner of his mouth, floating towards the tea in the cup.

"Bang!"

"gentlemen?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here, but... I may have been infected..." Hirota Yasuda staggered back to the sofa, silent for a long time: "No, no, no, listen to me, my name Hirota Yasuda, I have a child, I don't feel comfortable with the child's mother, that woman is the person opposite, please don't let them find my child, please treat her well, for the sake of the base that I have conveyed a lot of news that the base wants to release, please treat her well."

"Mr. Yasuda, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"It's good to say that people are about to die. You will understand. Just call the base to the external contact, or any department, as a reward, I am willing to give you this house. Don't worry, the base will clean up the infringement. The contract of the house is in the safe under the wine cellar on the first floor. The password is, assface, remember, assface..."

The phone was hung up.
Chapter completed!