"I don't know what happened. I just went home. But judging from the current situation, there might be an energy explosion or a robbery in my house."

At the entrance of the entrance, the pale-faced Turing looked at the community researchers in front of him. Behind was a small area surrounding the crowd and the fire trucks that woke up the crowd at night and flashed red lights.

"I don't need any verbal descriptions for you. I just hope you can give Mr. Milton a convincing enough explanation. I'm going to clean up the mess now, please give me."

"Mr. Milton" is the name of the owner of the Turing property, which is the account that Luo Wang opened for him. If something happened to his family, the responsibility was to be counted on the community.

The expressionless Turing kept interrupting the inquiry intentions of the community staff in front of him, and asked them to dismiss the crowd outside and to rest in an awkward and apologetic look on the other party.

The moment he closed the door, Turing noticed a curly-haired foreign boy in the crowd outside the door.

He turned to look at Andrew, who was sitting on the sofa, and glanced at the ten mercenaries who were wrapped tightly on the side of the body.

Not to mention Turing's experience and situation at Miguang Company, after he noticed the abnormal movement of his house, he quickly set off for the little sheep in the black goat mode and returned home.

Through the sharing of the vision of the sub-body in the house, he basically witnessed the whole process.

After personally cleaning up the five mercenaries staying in the backyard, Turing walked into the house with a drooping fox and finished the finale.

Such a huge movement at home naturally attracted the community managers and the masses here. The cracked sound waves of the crying bird were regarded as smoke alarms by the surrounding people - because there were actually no residential areas around Turing except Andrew. Except for shops, these people were attracted from residential areas two blocks away, and even helped to call the firefighter.

There is nothing wrong with calling the smoke alarm, but the details of glass fragmentation need to be dealt with temporarily. Turing can only move the person away with anger in calmness, and then use molecular deciphering lines or interpersonal means to deal with the matters on the home side, and then it is fine. This aspect is not a problem for him.

Now for him, the two people in front of him are the most troublesome-

Andrew, who was transformed with an exoskeleton, and the viper tied into iron dumplings, had a few sticky gels on his face that were not exploded.

"So Mr. Andrew, can you tell me why you showed up at my house with these guys and did so many things?"

Andrew opened his mouth and looked at the phantom limbs next to him, the big parrot standing on the lamp, and the big fox that was frantically biting the viper without making any sound.

Now all the lamps in the house are broken, including the spare parts in the cabinet, and as long as the glass is broken, including some wine Turing bought to decorate the wine cabinet.

Thinking of this, Turing looked at the pile of mixed bottle fragments on the same broken coffee table. The behavior of a viper asking for a fox and a parrot, and also trying to pack dozens of bottles of wine.

Andrew was silent, he really didn't know what to say.

He was fooled by this object he had secretly protected.

Metal tentacles, meat mincing parrots, and this protective object looked like a mercenary named Gray Fox... Compared with these, this fox is quite normal...

"Tell me all the 'Mr. Tu', 'Miguang Company' in your mouth, and the reason why you appeared here."

It seemed as if Andrew's entanglement was seen, Turing pointed him in a direction.

"I understand..." Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and said in a leisurely manner.

Half an hour later.

"So, these people are contract mercenaries of Miguang Company and are combat squads that are combat-effective enough to match the Tektronix. They appeared at my house to capture me to threaten my father Tushan to give up his interests in the company or even leave the company."

"And you, on the surface, are a sloppy alcoholic, disabled person with no legs, and immigrants from the Mikton Federation. In fact, you are a subordinate of my father Tushan. He has long known about my move here, so he arranged for you to protect me closely?"

"Yes, you summarized it well..." Andrew swallowed and glanced at the phantom limb next to him, "It's just that I don't know, you are..."

"But you don't know that there is a monster in this house that calls out loud, and a complete security system that makes you crazy. At the same time, I am still a somewhat famous mercenary technology hunter 'Gray Fox'?"

"Yes..." Andrew nodded.

"Then I basically understand the situation. But Andrew, I need to make sure that your mouth is tight enough, including in front of my mysterious father."

"Of course I understand!" Andrew immediately assured, but met Turing's smile-like expression.

"Generally speaking, only dead people can keep secrets." Turing gently kneaded the fox who walked to his feet for comfort, saying something that made Andrew's heart skip.

A cold sweat instantly soaked his spine.

But at this moment, Turing's words turned around, and a black and shiny metal tentacle slowly extended behind him:

"But there is another way to do it for me."

Ten seconds later, Andrew got up from the ground tremblingly.

"You can understand it as a monitoring surgery, and you will also get some of my strength because of this. You can try the specific content yourself in the future. Now we have other things to do."

In terms of the details of the inquiry, when Turing asked when Andrew was following him, Andrew said that it was after Turing moved. There were still questions about the time point, but judging from the act of Dad sending bodyguards, Dad Tushan did not know Turing's own "little secret".

Without paying attention to Andrew, Turing stepped forward to the mercenaries, and his phantom limb ejected out and tore off the viper's broken armor.

"So tell me, Mr. Viper."

The fox arched his kissing part grinned and growled at him.

"I beat my fox and thought of coming to my house to purchase goods. Now the house is like this. What should I do with you?"

The pale viper grinned:

"I'm just a working person, I'm a contract worker, just a gun to make money. It's only a matter of falling into this situation today, and today I'm going to suffer early. But I think the work you just made for Andrew is quite interesting. Why don't you just make one for me and ask me to work for you?"

Hearing the other party's words, Turing squatted down slowly and narrowed his eyes.

"What you said is interesting and sounds very conscious. Although you are swearing and rude, you are still a free and easy person. According to normal circumstances, you should do what you said. But..."

The grinning fox took a step forward and let out a threatening roar.

"You beat my fox and did too many destructive things, which made me decide to add some difficulty to you who is so free and easy."

"what you up to?"

Turing smiled mysteriously, and the phantom limbs on his back instantly differentiated and fissioned, completing inorganic parasitics for everyone in front of him.

Without too much questioning, Turing got the information he wanted:

The Mercenary Viper, a former resigned company agent of Mikton Federal Black Mamba Industry, is currently active in Yezhou and is a contract mercenary under Miguang Company.

Although Turing has no idea about the man's self-deprecation, the current focus is on the other party's action to arrest him:

He was ordered to arrest the offspring of Tushan, a member of the incumbent company, and was ordered to arrest the son of Tushan, a member of the worker.

The reasons and purposes of issuing the order are not well known as contract mercenaries. They only know the name of the department and the name of the signer of the order - the Human Resources Department of Miguang Company, and the signer: Hurvin.

"Who is Hurvin?"

Turing stood up and asked Andrew.

"Sorry, I'm not very clear about this. I'm just a subordinate of your father, but I'm not an employee of Miguang Company." Andrew said he was unaware of this.

"Then you should know my dad's position?"

Andrew opened his mouth and said slowly:

"Mr. Tushan is the deputy director of Miguang Company's external security business."

External security business?

Turing frowned.

“What about the others?”

"I don't know much. Mr. Tushan doesn't want to involve you in the company, so he chose to let someone like me who basically does not constitute a connection with the company to protect you secretly, so..."

"Ha...that's your Andrew?"

At this time, the viper beside him scoffed at Andrew.

Andrew's expression did not change much, and he was not moved by it, which made Viper feel bored.

"Tushan, the deputy director of the external security business of Miguang Company, and there is another title, that is, the second person in charge of the military operation business of Miguang Company."

"In a big place like Miguang Company, its main business is almost the highest and largest department under administration. In other words, Tushan is the second person under Miguang Company's administration, and it almost exposes the service arrangements of the entire foreign military operations.

It is said that many years ago, Tushan suddenly rose rapidly in the company of Miguang Company. He relied on various means to kill almost all competitors before he took up his current position. But for some reason, he has been dormant in the past few years and has been in this position for many years but has not climbed up any further."
Chapter completed!