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Chapter 133 It is suitable to send him to see God

Looking at the baby-faced boy drinking tea happily and with a relaxed look on his face, Berry was shocked again.

"Oh, by the way, remember to help me get a few other small statues~" Bertrand smiled at Bourbon.

"Are you sure I have a free hand to help you?" Bourbon asked with a smile.

Bertrand tilted his head. "Ah? Why not? Just let Aphra move the golden statue, and you can help me move the other small statues."

Bourbon: ...?

"……understood."

He didn't even argue.

……

America.

As soon as Bechfinger stepped onto the land of the US airport, he saw a blond and blue-eyed man with scars on his face and a fierce look who looked like a bad guy walking up to him. He stared at him coldly and said in a rough voice with a hint of disdain: "Are you Asti?"

Beihefenger nodded and answered in a voice processed by a voice changer, "It's me."

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly and turned away, "Follow me."

Bechfenger narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of malice flashed across his eyes.

A stupid human being.

It is suitable to send him to see God.

Following the man silently, Bechfenger had a cold look in his eyes.

When he arrived at the organization's base in the United States, Bechfenger was greeted with many curious looks mixed with sarcasm.

Most of them are blonde and blue-eyed.

Bei Hefenger sighed inwardly.

That old stinking crow...

"Boss said that you are under my charge during this period. Although Boss didn't say how long you need to stay here, I don't think you need to know anyone here. But you can't rest while others are working, so you must complete all these tasks in the shortest possible time."

The man took him to his office, picked up a pile of mission information and stuffed it into his hand, speaking in a commanding and matter-of-fact tone.

Bei Hefenger glanced at the pile of information and nodded, "Got it."

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, go do your mission." The man said as he sat down in his chair and poured himself a glass of water.

Bechfinger nodded and turned away.

On the way out of the organization, facing those gazes, Bechfeng could hardly suppress the urge to take action.

So I cursed the old crow in my heart for hundreds of times.

Away from the organized personnel, Bechfinger used magic to send himself to the home of the first mission target.

Looking at the man enjoying the service of the beauty and sipping the red wine, Bechfinger appeared quietly behind them and spoke coldly in a strange tone, "Hello, Mr. Cook."

The man was startled and stood up suddenly, turning his head to look at the person who was wrapped in a black cloak and could not be told whether he was a man or a woman.

She took several steps back and pointed at him with a shaking hand, "Who... who are you? How did you get in?!"

The two blonde, blue-eyed, and proud ladies next to him screamed and hid behind the man.

Asti did not reply to him. Instead, he picked up the bottle and poured the red wine into the glass. He said in a strange voice, "It's a good wine. Mr. Cook, are you going to continue tasting it?"

"Who are you!?" Cook shouted, glanced at the alarm next to him, and rushed over without thinking.

But this mysterious man was even faster than him.

Asti squeezed Cook's hand and chuckled, "I have no ill will towards you. You don't need to be so scared, Mr. Cook, and... these two beautiful ladies."