Yang Ming gave a thumbs up, then clicked on the expensive page.

A middle-aged lady in the back suddenly fell ill.

Yang Ming's smile gradually faded and he asked softly: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Thank you... As far as the super-modifiers I have come into contact with, everyone is more interested in studying the white ghost. There is no hatred, but I can't say that I like it."

"Okay," Yang Ming nodded calmly, "Where are you going for high-end team building? Can you take me with you?"

As if she heard Grace's complaint, Catherine took the opportunity to think about it for a while, and then turned the topic to Yang Ming.

Catherine looked at Yang Ming's profile and couldn't look away for a while.

Yang Ming groaned a few times:

"It's actually difficult to evaluate him. The controversy surrounding this character is getting bigger and bigger, but I feel that the white ghost has become a symbol, rather than referring to a specific person."

"You can't buy a building or a piece of land, it's not allowed."

"Yes, not only will many people die, but the political system will also be destroyed, and even a nation will disappear."

Yang Ming smiled and said: "Then?"

"Of course not," Catherine's smile became a little gentler. "You also know that asking me if I will be embarrassed is quite good. I hate the kind of guy who ignores other people's feelings for his own curiosity."

Yang Ming smiled with narrowed eyes and took the initiative to extend his right hand.

Yang Ming said: "A lot of people will die."

"The big difference is that super-modifiers mainly start their transformation from embryos..."

"I'm done with this bowl of chicken soup."

The Free United States of the Milky Way, somewhere underground in the Capital City of the First Star.

"What about you? What do you think of White Ghost?"

"My patience is limited," the young man's eyes became sharp. "Of course, this is what I am asking of you. I must lower my posture. Our goals are the same, so that the powerful empire will weaken quickly."

The city ahead is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Each level has its own style and price.

"I want to gain a certain amount of influence so that my voice can be heard above."

Catherine rolled her eyes: "Do you know how to chat?"

"I've already ordered what I want to eat, just order what you want," Catherine pushed the order card over.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Yes," Yang Ming scratched his head, "I don't have such a high level of consciousness as you. I used to want to accumulate fame through the police system, but now I find that this is too slow, too slow for my goal.

."

Catherine asked: "What do you think of the White Ghost?"

"Is it your family?"

"It's nothing," Yang Ming said with a smile, "This is what I originally wanted. I want to gain fame. I have been thinking about joining the police force and seeking promotion."

"He is so dedicated," Yang Ming smiled with squinted eyes.

The two of them were having fun behind the scenes.

"Guard, protect, and allow more lives to have the opportunity to realize their own value."

"How is the post-disaster handling completed?"

Catherine said seriously:

Catherine's white and tender face showed telangiectasias on her facial skin, and she hesitated and said: "Well, we have a team building later and are going to a high-end party, so we are moving together. This does not affect...

Don't look around."

Yang Ming took a look at the price of this restaurant: "Can I ask, how much is your salary? I'll treat you to this meal. In addition to being a detective, I also have a side job."

"Can this still happen?"

"Are you anxious to get ahead?"

"She is an idealist," Bly said slowly, "This is Hui's wisdom."

She asked softly: "You seem to have become famous on Yaha Star? How do you feel?"

Catherine picked up the water glass and took a sip. Although the action was a little deliberate, it was still beautiful and elegant because of her good foundation.

Yang Ming felt that several super-modifiers were looking at him up and down, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he could only find some topics to attract Catherine's attention.

"Oh, why are you asking this guy all of a sudden?"

Catherine deliberately raised her chest and raised her head, observing Yang Ming's expression, and said seemingly casually: "Sometimes I also wonder if I should experience the happiness of both sexes in my limited life."

Yang Ming shrugged:

If you don't eat, you won't get it for free. The imperial officials are footing the bill anyway.

Yang Ming glanced at Catherine and the female super-modifier. The two humanoid weapons with super destructive power were sitting together, swaying like seaweed, singing an incomprehensible melody.

"I am twenty-one years old," Catherine said softly.

"Ah, I mean," Catherine glanced aside, "If one day we get to know each other enough to transcend the relationship between friends, I might ask you to understand what love is. Of course, a complete love may also include breaking up.

."

Yang Ming took a fork and chose a piece of barbecue wrapped in sauce for Catherine, and sighed in sympathy:

"I think this is meaningless. What kind of image ambassador does the police force need? Is it just to gain political achievements for the chief and the senior officials of this system?"

Several gray-haired old men were sitting on the sofa, the hot drinks in their hands emitting light white smoke, and the shadows cast by the dim light obscured their faces.

Yang Ming glanced at the elder sister and asked in a low voice: "Do netizens also need to bring their family members when they meet?"

"I hate this kind of person too."

Yang Ming suddenly felt that it would be interesting to tease this super-modified girl who had little social experience.

"You seem to be the slutty noble man mentioned on the Internet."

"For example, what if White Ghost betrays the empire?" Yang Ming asked softly, "I know you like this guy very much."

Catherine hesitated for a while and then gently knocked Yang Ming's right hand away.

The remaining super-modifiers present were either immersed in their work or raising their hands to rest on their foreheads.

"Yes, but not many. My ability is limited and I can only protect the people of the empire." Catherine's eyes were mostly firm. "The enemies of the empire are all my enemies."

"Um?"

Most likely they came out to play because they were bored!

'Master,' Bly took advantage of the opportunity to clink glasses with Yang Ming and used his mental power to communicate directly, 'If you have any questions about super-modifiers, you can ask me directly. Catherine is too young and doesn't know many inside stories.'

"Pooh!"

"Because it is not under our control," Catherine said, "As long as he does not cause trouble in the Emperor Star Circle, the special forces stationed in the Skywrath Fortress will be responsible for handling it. In fact, the special forces there have many strong ones, who are not weaker than the super-modifiers.

."

Catherine calmly took out a special virtual card.

As Yang Ming begged for mercy, Catherine finally let him go. The two of them leaned on the railing of the hanging ladder and looked at the night view of the city.

"As an immature detective, what I want to do is pursue the truth and insist on justice in my heart.

Gris in the corner raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, and whispered to Bly next to him:

"Why is this guy talking so much about lies? Will girls like hearing this? Don't focus on yourself. When you go on a date, you should focus on the other person so that you can have a good atmosphere, you idiot."

"Asshole! What are you thinking about!"

Yang Ming nodded and agreed.

"I am a complete woman, which is perhaps the greatest luck."

"But I am also essentially a human being, a biological manifestation of human genetic material, and a part of this society.

"Chicken soup for the soul means," Yang Ming said with a smile, "it means words of encouragement."

Bray narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Pay attention to the look in my captain's eyes."

"It's not my current family," Yang Ming dropped the topic lightly, "My ordinary life is incomparable to yours."

The five people were divided into two groups, front and back, walking on the suspended observation deck, feeling the refreshing feeling of the cool night breeze blowing on their faces, washing away the fatigue in their bodies and hearts.

Tsk, why did he feel a bit sour?

Captain Gris must have been very tired. When everyone was in high spirits, he lay down on the soft seat and fell asleep.

"I may be transferred in a few days," Catherine said. "The empire has identified the source of this attack. There will be another large-scale war. Bligh and I will also go with the army."

"I also envy him because he can pursue his own justice. I should be the kind of person... If he were to publish a photo album, I would definitely buy a hundred copies."

Yang Ming shrugged:

Catherine's sighs echoed in the wind:
To be continued...