Wild Wisdom E-Book

Queena Isabel

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Wild Wisdom
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 156

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Plot After flattering this capable attacker, Bertha saw that he had no intention of continuing to tell him what to do, so he went down to the basement again, and after a while he brought up a machine that was half a person tall. After pressing the start button, the machine made a creaking sound and began to move around regularly on the first floor, absorbing all the debris cut out from the ground. Bertha, who was completely liberated from the cleaning work, opened the hole in the wall that supplied the laser energy, took out the used energy block, took a new one from his pocket and put it in. The attacker looked at Bertha as if nothing had happened and began to clean the house. He became interested in various things in Bertha's house. However, when he touched the wall, he couldn't find Bertha's hand. Various mechanisms can be pressed out. "You did it all?" The attacker studied for a while but failed to come up with the results, so he asked Bertha thoughtfully. "A little means of self-protection." Bertha, who had restored all the mechanisms that had just been activated, replied, took out the garbage from the half-human-high machine, threw it to the door, and took out a stack of white cards from his pocket. The cards came out and I chose one to put on the bag of garbage. Taking Bertha's actions into account, the attacker who clearly saw the pile of cards remained silent. Bertha's previous action of inserting the card after entering the door was not included in the attacker's eyes. This was the first time the attacker saw Bertha's card, which was a wholesale version. The attacker did not hide his curiosity and made a second request to Bertha unceremoniously: "Give me a card." Bertha adapted very well to the identity of his prisoner. He took out all the cards in his pocket and presented them to the attacker, as if letting him choose. Facing such an active prisoner, the attacker seemed a little overwhelmed. He paused for a moment and then randomly picked a card from the pile. Before he could ask anything, Bertha took the first step and actively said He explained to the attacker: "The card I put on the garbage bag just now is the reward. Someone will take away the garbage and process it later." The attacker looked at the strange circuit pattern he had never seen before on this white card: "What is this?" Bertha glanced at it and quickly replied: "The air conditioning card is inserted into the machine to adjust the indoor temperature. This card can be used for ten days." Bertha even looked a little proud when he said this. The attacker who got this answer wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He stuffed the cards he took out back into Bertha's card pile without much interest. "I'm leaving Black Harbor in half a month." The attacker finally said to Bertha. Bertha could tell that this was not the other party explaining his itinerary, but the other party's request to her. There is no doubt that this was the other party's ultimate purpose of lurking into Bertha's house and capturing Bertha. Faced with this request, Bertha said as if he was indifferent: "I made these cards, all the mechanisms in the house, and I extracted the poison just now."

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Queena Isabel

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Titel

Wild Wisdom

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Wild Wisdom

Chapter 1

Attack

Port F171, a port specifically used for garbage disposal on Star, is also one of the many black ports in this galaxy.

The meaning of the black word in this black port does not refer to the lighting problem, but to another level - places that cannot be covered by the white order will naturally be covered by the black order.

Port F171 was in chaos as usual. Bertha was walking in the narrow alley carrying a few bottles of drinking water, and vaguely heard some small discussions, probably the sound of someone picking up something good from the garbage dump.

There is never a shortage of good things in the garbage dump. After all, the definition of garbage among the upper class is different from that of many people. There are indeed many people who find good things.

Bertha listened for a while and after confirming that it was not what she needed, she walked towards her house without any pause, occasionally making noises when she stepped on debris on the ground.

A few gangsters walking on the roadside heard a strange noise and looked towards Bertha. When they realized it was her, they withdrew their gaze.

This is the daily life of Black Sea. Bertha is accustomed to ignoring those people. She has been in this world for more than ten years and has long been accustomed to the chaos here. It can even be said that she is actually the same person in Black Sea now. components of order.

Bertha walked to the door of his house.

This is a very decent building in Black Harbor. It is a very clean two-story building. The first floor is completely sealed, while the windows on the second floor are equipped with steel mesh and are transparent and bright. You can still vaguely see the white skin with patterns. The curtains are unique and exquisite in Black Harbor.

Bertha lowered his head and looked at the door lock. After thinking for a few seconds, he put the water in his hand on the door, took out a card from his pocket and stuck it on the door lock.

The door lock opened in response, Bertha walked in as usual and slowly closed the door.

What came into view was the scene of the living room that Bertha was accustomed to. There was nothing unusual. Bertha breathed out softly, as if he had relaxed, and inserted the card that opened the door just now into the hidden interface in the wall.

In an instant, lasers of various colors fell, seemingly cutting through all the objects in the room that could be seen with the naked eye in a disorderly manner.

The laser fell on Bertha as if it was blocked, and the same scene happened in a corner of the living room.

Bertha stared at the corner, but still couldn't see anything unusual in that position.

Big trouble.

The reason why Bertha was not harmed by the laser was because he was wearing an energy absorption device, and the other party obviously also had one.

The other party came prepared.

Bertha instantly realized that his current situation was extremely dangerous. Without even half a second of pause, he quickly took out a □-shaped weapon from the hidden compartment on the wall and fired towards the corner.

The other party reacted faster than Bertha!

Under the reflection of countless lasers, a transparent person was seen, like electricity and a snake. He moved instantly to avoid the sharp arrow and approached Bertha's face. The silver-white sharp blade in his hand was reflected in Bertha's eyes.

Bertha missed the target with one blow. He looked calmly in the face of the threat, imprinted all the information about the opponent's actions in his mind, and made an instant judgment.

This man was very strong, stronger than the guard she had seen beside the F171 Hong Kong boss who was extremely important and was said to be from Nanfu.

You will definitely not be your opponent if you face him head-on!

Bertha immediately rolled on the spot without any image, leaving the attack range of the attacker. He grabbed various materials on the ground that had been cut into pieces by the laser and threw them at the attacker.

Those substances seemed to turn into countless sharp blades under the influence of clever force, and struck like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, completely covering the attacker. Bertha could clearly see a trace of blood splashing out.

Physical attacks work!

Bertha confirmed this, but the attacker did not pause because of Bertha's swaying movements. The silver-white blade was only an arm's length away from Bertha.

But this is no longer important to Bertha.

Bertha, who had rolled to the predetermined position, pressed the hidden switch, and sharp arrows denser than lasers shot out from the surrounding walls. At the same time, Bertha's position collapsed.

During the brief fall, Bertha turned around, silently raised the weapon in his hand, and shot the last arrow in the weapon with calm eyes without any hesitation.

This is the only place where the attacker can escape from the rain of arrows. The mouth is as wide as one person, leaving no room for the attacker to avoid.

This is a dead end she created.

Bertha completed his final blow, but what caught his eye was the lingering silver-white blade.

There was a buzzing sound, and Bertha saw the sharp arrow hitting the blade and being cut into two parts instantly. One part used the remaining force to scratch the attacker's cheek, causing a very shallow blood mark.

This is the greatest harm you can do to it.

Bertha, who fell heavily to the ground, let out a muffled groan and watched the sharp blade fall on his neck in a daze.

There was a stinging pain, and Bertha felt sticky blood flowing out of his neck.

"Be honest." Bertha heard a slightly deep male voice say to him.

Bertha didn't make a sound or struggle. These actions would only cause the sharp blade already embedded in her skin to cause more damage to her. Bertha only quietly focused his eyes on the blood drops dripping in the void, and demonstrated that he complied with the other party's requirements.

However, Bertha's various tricks clearly impressed the attackers, and they did not let go of her control just because of Bertha's honesty. Bertha saw a green card appear out of thin air, and instantly turned into a neck ring instead of a blade to control Bertha's vitals.

"If you make any move, it will blow up your head directly." The attacker said concisely and concisely. After that, he took off his invisibility. A young man in his early twenties with a cold expression appeared in front of Bertha. before.

But Bertha didn't care about this. She reached out and touched the extra object on her neck. With bright eyes, she asked the attacker: "What is this? It can actually deform?"

The attacker was silent for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he hadn't asked the hostage yet, but the hostage asked him first.

"Give me the antidote." The attacker ignored Bertha's question and said in an indifferent tone.

Seeing that the blood droplets on the attacker's face had turned dark again, Bertha replied calmly and bachelorly: "No." After speaking, he did not give the attacker time to attack, and immediately explained quickly, " That was my last resort. I was going to live or die together. I didn’t even think about leaving a way out for others. Of course, I couldn’t prepare any antidote.”

The attacker frowned, obviously unhappy with Bertha's words, but said nothing. He quickly took out an injection of medicine from his pocket and injected it into his wound without any hesitation.

Soon the light black color disappeared from Bertha's eyes.

"Is the feeling of poisoning obvious?" Bertha once again asked the attacker with a research spirit.

When Bertha used these methods before, the attackers died quickly, and they could not satisfy Bertha's exploration of this issue.

But now I think about it, it should be true. With such a small wound, this person could feel poisoned so quickly. I think the feeling brought by this poison is not very good.

The attacker still did not answer Bertha's question, but made an emotional comment to Bertha: "You are very bold."

Bertha understood the hidden meaning of this comment, and explained his boldness in a relaxed tone: "You didn't kill me just now, but chose to control me. Obviously I am useful to you, so why don't I ask? You're going to explode this question."

Bertha nodded the extra neck ring on his neck with a very stable mood.

"You are very smart." The attacker said again, finally showing some satisfaction. It was more useful for him to tie up a smart person than to tie up a fool, so he quickly made his first request, "Handle the situation above and don't let people feel it's a problem."

Bertha responded, pulled out the stairs from the wall and quickly returned to the first floor from the basement.

The lasers that had just filled the first floor had stopped, and the scene was in a mess. Except for the specially treated walls, there was no object larger than half a cubic meter left.

Ignoring this messy scene, Bertha casually picked up a few rags from the ground to cover her neck ring, opened the door directly, glanced at the neighbors who seemed to be very 'concerned' about her situation, and then calmly He carried the bottles of drinking water that he had left at the door just now.

"It's done." Bertha simply reported to the attacker.

In Black Harbor, it is normal for violent conflicts to occur from time to time. Walking out of the house alive again and again is a shock to the outside world and does not make people feel that there is a problem.

The attacker who also came up to the first floor and saw what Bertha did did not say anything. He looked at the door that was closed again and asked Bertha: "How did you find out about someone?"

"You are very skillful in opening the door, but I also put a fiber on the door." Bertha forgot where he saw it. The original version used hair, but Bertha still cherished his hair, so Changed the fiber.

"My door is actually not too difficult to open." So Bertha has experienced this kind of thing more than once. After all, the second floor is where she rests, and she doesn't want anyone to enter from there, so she might as well make it easier for those who are interested to enter and exit.

As for the inability to even open the gate, it was not within the scope of Bertha's embankment, but this time Bertha failed.

But to the extent of the attacker, Bertha couldn't stop him no matter how solid he made the door.

The attacker's eyes were thoughtful, obviously digesting Bertha's words.

Bertha took the opportunity to look at the attacker carefully. There was nothing memorable about his face, but he stood very straight and looked well-mannered. He was obviously well-educated.

In fact, this can also be seen from previous words and deeds. For example, Bertha deliberately behaved unreasonably and asked this person some random questions, but the other person never interrupted Bertha's speech.

She likes quality and educated people.

Seeing that the other party had finished thinking, Bertha asked the attacker shamelessly for the third time: "Brother, why did you choose me to arrest someone?"

After confirming that Bertha was indeed cooperating honestly, perhaps because he had not answered the first two questions, the attacker satisfied Bertha's curiosity: "It is relatively clean. It seems that the people here love life more."

For this reason, Bertha was speechless.

Having such a clean and tidy place in Black Sea actually represents the status of the people who live there. Others will not easily mess with it. In addition to making Bertha live comfortably, it can also save a lot of things.

Of course, Bertha also knew that being too conspicuous in a chaotic area was not a good thing, so she only built a two-story building. Not far away was actually the five-story luxury villa of the boss in the area, as well as the boss's few capable people. There are several luxurious bungalows owned by go-getters.

In terms of attention, why does Bertha feel that she is not even ranked in the top ten in this area? She is a small shrimp who cannot provoke, and the big boss looks down on her, so she is on a delicate and safe level.

I never thought that one day I would be targeted because of my 'love of life'.

Of course, Bertha knew that the meaning of 'loving life' in the other party's words actually meant 'not wanting to die that much'.

"You're right." Bertha responded in a dog-legged manner without any psychological burden.

Chapter 2

Plot

After flattering this capable attacker, Bertha saw that he had no intention of continuing to tell him what to do, so he went down to the basement again, and after a while he brought up a machine that was half a person tall.

After pressing the start button, the machine made a creaking sound and began to move around regularly on the first floor, absorbing all the debris cut out from the ground.

Bertha, who was completely liberated from the cleaning work, opened the hole in the wall that supplied the laser energy, took out the used energy block, took a new one from his pocket and put it in.

The attacker looked at Bertha as if nothing had happened and began to clean the house. He became interested in various things in Bertha's house. However, when he touched the wall, he couldn't find Bertha's hand. Various mechanisms can be pressed out.

"You did it all?" The attacker studied for a while but failed to come up with the results, so he asked Bertha thoughtfully.

"A little means of self-protection." Bertha, who had restored all the mechanisms that had just been activated, replied, took out the garbage from the half-human-high machine, threw it to the door, and took out a stack of white cards from his pocket. The cards came out and I chose one to put on the bag of garbage.

Taking Bertha's actions into account, the attacker who clearly saw the pile of cards remained silent.

Bertha's previous action of inserting the card after entering the door was not included in the attacker's eyes. This was the first time the attacker saw Bertha's card, which was a wholesale version.

The attacker did not hide his curiosity and made a second request to Bertha unceremoniously: "Give me a card."

Bertha adapted very well to the identity of his prisoner. He took out all the cards in his pocket and presented them to the attacker, as if letting him choose.

Facing such an active prisoner, the attacker seemed a little overwhelmed. He paused for a moment and then randomly picked a card from the pile. Before he could ask anything, Bertha took the first step and actively said He explained to the attacker: "The card I put on the garbage bag just now is the reward. Someone will take away the garbage and process it later."

The attacker looked at the strange circuit pattern he had never seen before on this white card: "What is this?"

Bertha glanced at it and quickly replied: "The air conditioning card is inserted into the machine to adjust the indoor temperature. This card can be used for ten days." Bertha even looked a little proud when he said this.

The attacker who got this answer wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He stuffed the cards he took out back into Bertha's card pile without much interest.

"I'm leaving Black Harbor in half a month." The attacker finally said to Bertha.

Bertha could tell that this was not the other party explaining his itinerary, but the other party's request to her.

There is no doubt that this was the other party's ultimate purpose of lurking into Bertha's house and capturing Bertha.

Faced with this request, Bertha said as if he was indifferent: "I made these cards, all the mechanisms in the house, and I extracted the poison just now."

"As the only one in Area D of F171 Port who can make weapons, I am also restricted from leaving the Black Port." Bertha said helplessly.

The attacker raised his eyes but did not make any other movements. Bertha immediately felt a stinging pain in her neck. Her sticky blood flowed down and dyed the debris around her neck red. cloth.

"You just need to tell me whether I can do it or not." The attacker said in a cold tone.

The pain in his neck stimulated Bertha's nerves. Bertha, who had a relaxed and casual expression, lowered his eyes and reached out to touch the rag that had become slightly moist. His tone became calm and he responded very concisely: " It can be done.”

Facing Bertha's tameness, the attacker didn't have much trust, so he opened his mouth and said, "You go together."

"This can't be done." Bertha's tone remained calm, "It's impossible. You can't do it even if you cut off my head."

The attacker did not act according to Bertha's words. The various performances just now undoubtedly showed that Bertha was a smart man and a ruthless person. Therefore, there is no doubt that the way Bertha arranged for him to leave was absolutely It will lay a deadly trap.

Bertha must act with him.

After confirming this core point, the attacker said calmly: "What do you need?"

Since Bertha knew that he was restricted from leaving the Black Harbor, one thing must have happened - Bertha had tried to leave the Black Harbor.

Bertha, who had taken the initiative in turn, still had his eyes lowered, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "A legal, normal, citizen."

The attacker looked at Bertha for a few seconds, and finally took out a 'watch' from his pocket and threw it to Bertha: "Enter blood information to bind."

catch the 'watch'

Bertha was stunned by this.

The thing that I had been thinking about for more than ten years without any way to get it suddenly fell into my hands.

She actually didn't expect to get it when she made the request.

What Bertha wanted to do was to first propose an impossible thing to frustrate the attacker's seemingly omnipotent arrogance, and then continue to propose an impossible thing. When the attacker was embarrassed because of self-doubt, Only then will one be proposed that is relatively easy to complete.

This is a very simple trick to tame people.

However, when Bertha didn't expect it at all, this thing easily fell into her hand.

Bertha couldn't restrain himself, and his expression was complicated for a moment.

Sometimes fate plays tricks on people like this.