Michelle gave her a sweet kiss and said with a smile: "My dear, if you really want to help, there is actually an easier way."
"What?"
Gao Ning was a little confused. Didn’t he say that God’s weapons were needed? Isn’t it necessary anymore?
"that is……"
Michelle licked her lips and whispered in Gao Ning's ear.
Gao Ning's eyes widened: "This... damn, she is your aunt! I can't do that!"
Michelle shrugged: "Actually, we are not related by blood, and I don't mind. Even though Miranda looks a little old now, it's just an appearance. I swear, if you take off her disguise, you will see
Her true side will definitely say that it is worth every penny."
Gao Ning had a strange expression: "Are you encouraging me?"
Michelle blinked her eyes mischievously, and then ran away like a cheerful deer.
Before going out, she turned around and blew a kiss: "If you want to make a decision, just tell me and I will help you overcome all obstacles!"
Just when the two were seriously exchanging academic issues, a scene of a slow broadcast suddenly appeared outside the TV that had been on next to them.
The two short guys quickly packed away the debris, climbed out of the balcony quietly, quickly climbed to the rooftop in a common sense manner, and quickly approached the direction of the police car by running and jumping.
Gao Ning was stunned: "These seven things he will mention to you next time?"
Gao Ning shook his head, feeling that his horizons had been opened.
You're just greedy on your own, and you're dragging an elder along with you. Should I say that you deserve to be a succubus family?
"Did he see it? The gospel boots were taken away!"
I pointed at the spectacular red and blue dragon above and shouted in a low voice: "Dear viewers, welcome to watch the urgent news. Just a few minutes later, the city museum encountered a group of armed bandits. We violently pried them off with heavy weapons.
I opened the small door of the vault and snatched an important cultural relic.
Mi Gaoning shook his head, swallowed before saying: "It's the Emperor's Armed Gospel Boots!"
Gao Ning was dressed messily and was sitting behind his desk practicing calligraphy. My expression was serious, my pen-holding posture was very standard, and I took every stroke seriously.
"Who knows why Schneider is so crazy... Found it!"
Good guy, I call him a good guy.
Gao Ning looked at the phone. Mi Gaoning saw this and clicked on the speakerphone. Miranda's calm voice with a hint of excitement came out of the phone: "Are they really gospel boots?"
At night, there was a sudden explosion in the museum.
On the screen, a figure was vaguely seen standing under the train, and then the two police cars at the rear were blown away.
Perhaps the police car was in hot pursuit, or perhaps the robbers had not felt the pressure due to the continuous presence of fewer police officers. The truck behind them finally ran away again and chose to attack instead.
After waiting for a full seventy seconds, the other party answered the call.
Da Vinci suddenly gave a prompt, and when Michelangelo looked over, he turned the screen over. Under the screen was a pair of shoes that were sealed on seven sides by a display cabinet and looked not too shabby.
"There is a mistake, you go!"
Back then, there were no boots with the title of Storm..."
The phone hangs up.
Mi Gaoning came up from under Gao Ning, with a hint of excitement in her eyes: "My dear, you can skip work tonight!"
Under the balcony, Leonardo da Vinci was sitting cross-legged, with a computer that was constantly jumping up and down with information behind him.
Police cars in the distance received the news and quickly converged on the suspect vehicle.
A truck from a chemical delivery company with a car painted on it suddenly burst open the small door of the museum and drove slowly towards the city.
Michelangelo blinked: "What are those? A pair of boots?"
"That's wrong! Logic makes sense! I've always only done small things! What are you doing now? Grabbing a pair of rusty boots that are unlikely to break at the first touch?"
I suddenly felt a numbness in my lumbar spine, and an electric current rushed into my mind from one strand to the other along the spine. I controlled my arm to tremble, and drew a circle on the perfect S I had just written.
"Who else but us?"
"Try it, what if it succeeds?"
As soon as the host said that, Gao Ning felt a chill on his crotch. Mi Gaoning covered his mouth and suddenly jumped out from the table.
"...You know! Go prepare the money and give him the address later!"
Just like now.
I put down my pen and said very seriously: "Sister Mi Gaoning, a sudden attack is a foul!"
Two clear voices came from under the table.
There was silence for a while: "The firepower of these gangsters is very fierce, I'm afraid it will be so difficult to deal with them!"
"I'm sure this host has something to say! Doesn't he have any ideas?" Mi Gaoning said.
"Isn't that Schneider's goal?"
"Miranda, you are Miko Ning. He is going to bed now. Hurry up and turn on the TV. No matter which channel, watch the emergency news!"
The host was still chattering, but there was no change at the top.
Low Ning subconsciously hugged you and said unconsciously: "What's wrong?"
Gao Ning: "..."
"Why are you robbing the museum? With Littlefoot's peeing ability, we should be more interested in gold and jewelry, right?"
The fire shot into the sky and the explosion was so powerful that it was even more exaggerated than in a movie.
According to the information you have obtained, this cultural relic has a history of more than a thousand years, and is said to be a sacred relic passed down from the time when Moses divided the sea.
Gao Ning's attention was also attracted. His hands were sliding up and down, but his eyes were staring at the TV and blinking.
"The prop is part of the hand, the teeth are, hiss - please, did he hear what you just said?"
On the other side, in the lounge on the first floor of Menggui Clinic.
I was still trying to be kind and helpful, but the other person was already craving for my body.
"Indeed! It doesn't matter what this guy wants to do, it's all about letting me achieve my goal!"
"It's also illegal to use props!"
…
The person on the other side seemed to know that the situation was tense, so he didn't hesitate to ask questions and quickly turned on the TV.
Under the helicopter, the host's face was deformed by the wind, but he still struggled to maintain a smile.
Mi Gaoning nodded and stared at the TV with blinking eyes.
"The introduction says combat boots, and they haven't been passed down for nearly a thousand years. How is it possible that the iron smelting technology will be so mature a thousand years later? We can even make a pair of boots out of iron?"
Mi Gaoning waited for a while, her plump body twisted and changed into a comfortable position outside Gao Ning's arms.
But when I write it on paper, I always have to control it in a crooked way, and sometimes the ending will fly out by a centimeter or two.
At seven minutes, a long queue followed in front of the truck. The scene was extremely spectacular.
Under a nearby low building, Michelangelo was holding on to the guardrail under the balcony with one hand, hanging half of his body in the air, and building a pergola with his hand to look from afar.
Mi Yanhan fumbled outside Gao Ning's pocket, took out a unique red cell phone, and slowly dialed a series of numbers.
"Oh, it's really spectacular! Are you sure he's from the Littlefoot Gang?"
