I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 749: Presidential Assassination

Chapter 749: Presidential Assassination

Fan Chuan didn’t know about the robot in the real world, so he thought we were discussing about LOL heroes, which was quite funny. But Xiao Qin and I were still lifting Xing Xing, who was quite heavy, so we didn’t have much time to waste on small talk.

In the past, the combination of the metal-blooded lone wolf along with the Little Tyrant could easily lift Xing Xing, who only weighed a bit over 100 pounds. Currently, I had a heart disease and Xiao Qin had stomach pains, so our combat power was seriously impaired.

So I said to Ren Peng: “Cousin, can one of you replace Xiao Qin, she’s not feeling well.”

Although I was speaking to Ren Peng, but my target was actually Fan Chuan. It’s true Ren Peng was born in a martial arts family, but just like his father, Ren HongDe, he didn’t know any martial arts and his body was quite chubby. Fan Chuan was tall and thin, and he has recently been exercising in order to win the heart of a trap, so he had gained a lot of muscle.

Fan Chuan froze when he heard me call Ren Peng cousin, he turned his head to Ren Peng and said, “Captain, Ye Lin he and you…”

Ren Peng pointed to Xiao Qin: “He’s my cousin’s boyfriend, so naturally he would call me cousin.”

Xiao Qin blushed after being spoken about by her cousin in front of a stranger, but couldn’t refute due to her androphobia, so she secretly glanced up at me.

I thought since we already had pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend in front of Ai Mi, it wouldn’t be a problem to pretend in front of Ren Peng and Fan Chuan since they will inevitably often access the VIP building due to being a part of the LOL team.

Fan Chuan looked at me suspiciously, as if he thought I shouldn’t be able to find such a beautiful girlfriend as Xiao Qin with my appearance, when Ren Peng said again:

“Ye Lin not only calls me cousin. The shareholder of the Golden Lightning, Ai Mi, is also Ye Lin’s distant cousin…”

Now Fan Chuan immediately broke out into cold sweat. Currently, since he joined the LOL team, then two of his bosses were both my relatives. He probably recalled the other day he fought me for a trap and was worried I would take the opportunity to retaliate.

So he took the initiative to come over to replace Xiao Qin. He grabbed onto Xing Xing’s feet and help me transport him to the VIP building.

Along the way, he gave it his all and a huge load was taken off from me. Although I’m not someone who would rather laze around than work, but I was glad to get some time to relax due to my heart problems.

“If you any more of this work in the future, no need to be polite.”

Fan Chuan said after he helped me being Xing Xing to Dr. Yu.

It was obvious he only kissed up to me because he didn’t want me to bad-mouth him in front of Ren Peng and Ai Mi, but he deliberately appeared to be a gentleman as if he felt pity and couldn’t bear to let a gentle girl like Xiao Qin do hard work, so he came over to help.

I casually agreed: “Okay, I’ll call you when I need your help.”

I watched the overworked Fan Chuan wipe away the sweat on his forehead, then I was suddenly curious again: “Did you already save up enough money to buy an iPhone 5S for Xiao Hong?”

Fan Chuan’s face turned red, “Not yet, all the big companies require relevant experience. I just graduated so I can’t get high wages and I also need money for rent…”

“Huh, I remember your home is Dong Shan city, right, so why do you need to rent?”

According to Fan Chuan’s previous temperament, he would have said “are you dumb” before explaining, but now he felt he could not afford to offend me, so he directly explained:

“I can’t really get used to living with my family, plus I also have to prepare for a future with Xiao Hong…”

Damn, you already have plans to live with a trap, it looks like you’re very determined.

“Hmph, but if I didn’t save enough money for an iPhone 5S, then Xiao Ding wouldn’t have saved enough either. Also, he’s still living with his parents, so why compete with me for Xiao Hong? Actually, Xiao Hong’s uncle would be a more formidable enemy…”

Uncle Fireball, Shu DongBo? Are you worried Uncle Fireball would take the first step to buy an iPhone5S for his nephew, then eventually trick Shu Zhe to rape Shu Zhe’s ass? Is Shu Zhe’s ass only worth an iPhone5S?

And chatting a bit, Fan Chuan was called to the second floor of the VIP building by Ren Peng, to get familiarized with the team’s activity rooms.

The VIP building has three floors: first floor, second floor, basement, but Ai Mi rarely goes to the second floor, so I bet her fear of heights was more serious than mines. I really don’t know how much courage she had to muster the last time she was yelling from a helicopter, even if Peng TouSi was holding her from behind.

Since Ai Mi didn’t like any rooms above the ground floor, the original plan was to have the team activity room on the first floor. Later on, she felt it would be annoying to have the team members walking around the hallways of the first floor, so she changed her mind and relocated the entire team activity room, that was more luxurious than the most luxurious internet cafe, to the second floor.

The team members have to enter the VIP building from the back door. First, they have to be inspected by the bodyguards to check whether they are carrying dangerous goods, then they have to quietly go upstairs to the activity room. They can not be in the first floor corridor without permission, only Winnie and Ren Peng are not subject to this restriction, and it was already expected Fan Chuan came to the first floor with me.

“How is it? B-2’s anesthesia defense system is quite useful, right.”

Just as Fan Chuan and I were about to carry Xing Xing inside, Dr. Yu saw Xing Xing’s limp posture and immediately understood that he had been hit by an anesthetic needle.

“Useful?” I said angrily, “When B-2 expelled the excess anesthetic, it was like it was peeing. Not only did he pee all over himself, but he almost soiled me and Xiao Qin’s clothes.”

Dr. Yu frowned, “Then why don’t you hurry up and bring B-2 back so I can fix it?”

“The robot can be fixed at anytime. There’s an unconscious human here, so please fix him first, okay?”

I pointed to Xing Xing, who had been placed on the treatment bed.

At this moment, Fan Chuan was called away by Ren Peng and Xiao Qin also said with a red face that she had to go to the bathroom, so it was probably menstrual cramps again.

The only people left in the infirmary were me, Dr. Yu, and the unconscious Xing Xing.

“Humans are so fragile.” Dr. Yu looked at Xing Xing and lamented, “A little Benzodiazepine and you’re completely disabled, but robots don’t have this problem.”

“And I don’t need to pay with my life if I beat a robot to death.” I spat out, “Anyway, hurry up and wake Xing Xing up.”

Dr. Yu shrugged his shoulders and injected another drug into Xing Xing, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

“No way, did B-2 miscalculate the amount of anesthetic and injected an amount for a gorilla?”

“Impossible.” Dr. Yu laughed, “Although the blueprint is from my high school days, I still reviews it with my current knowledge. If you want to know why he’s not waking up…”

“It’s because I deliberately reduced the dose of the neutralizer so that it would have the least negative effect on the body, now we just have to wait another hour or…”

Dr. Yu rolled up the sleeves of his white coat, without saying a word, he slapped Xing Xing’s cheeks, left and right, four to five times.

Although he didn’t use a lot of strength, each slap was loud and clear, so it was inevitable for it to be a bit painful.

“Owwww.”

Xing Xing felt pain and immediately sat up from the bed. He blinked his eyes as if he did not understand what had happened to him.

He continued off from the time before he fainted and fished out the autograph book from his coat pocket again and looked around for Ai Mi saying, “Where is Miss Ai Mi’er, at least give me an autograph.”

Speak of the devil, I thought Ai Mi was still near the lotus pond, throwing stones at carps. When I turned around I saw her walking back with a disgruntled face while being escorted by 004 and 005.

B-2 followed the group from the back and still had anesthetic liquid dripping down its wet cylindrical body. The strangest part was Obama being held in the arms of 004, his whole body was numb like Xing Xing.

Huh, don’t tell me B-2 aimed at Obama right after shooting Xing Xing? What a savage robot, it has only been made recently but it has already wounded a man and a dog. Is this where it continues to evolve into the Terminator and massacres of all mankind?

“How did B-2 get permission to shoot?” I questioned, “Ai Mi couldn’t have told B-2 to shoot Obama, and Obama can’t threaten Ai Mi’s safety… don’t tell me B-2 is already able to self interpret the three laws of robotics like some science fiction novels.”

“This is the beginning of a horror film! If this continues, it will kill us all, Dr. Yu, hurry up and euthanize B-2…”

“Beep. B-2 is being treated unjustly. B-2 is sad. Setbacks and misfortunes happen from time to time…”

“Obama. Not. Robot. Shot.”

005 explained in broken Chinese. Ai Mi saw he was stuttering and made people anxious, so she took over herself and explained:

“Before B-2 launched the anesthetic needle, it sprayed the excess anesthetic all over itself and it dripped to the ground. Obama might have thought it smelled a bit alcoholic, so he gave it a lick and it ended up like this.”

So he was being a glutton and drugged himself unconscious? Obama, you’re pretty similar to those stray dogs who gets drunk after eating a drunkard’s vomit.

I looked again at Obama that was in 004’s embrace, only to see his tongue jangling out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back which made him look even dumber.

“Ah, so I was hit with an anesthetic needle.” Xing Xing recalled.

“Who let him lie here?” Ai Mi immediately frowned when she saw Xing Xing and said, “I can’t keep bed he’s laid on, so burn it with a flamethrower later.”

Xing Xing hurriedly jumped off the treatment bed, his body was not completely rid of anesthesia, so he almost fell down.

But he still handed out his signature book and signature pen and begged Ai Mi extremely earnestly, “Miss Ai Mi’er, please sign, sign it and I’ll leave right away.”

Xing Xing had received a shot and provided Dr. Yu with very important experimental data to improve the anesthesia needle delivery system, and had no malicious intent, so I also persuaded Ai Mi, saying:

“Just give him a signature, a signature won’t hurt.”

“Hmph.” Ai Mi reluctantly told 005 to take Xing Xing’s signature book, then he turned it to a blank page and held it up in front of Ai Mi. Ai Mi herself did not touch the signature book, because she felt like anything Xing Xing touched would be dirty. Of course, she wouldn’t use the pen Xing Xing provided, but a dedicated pen used for signatures that 005 always carried in a sterilized bag.

She quickly scribbled out her English signature, then impatiently signaled 005 to quickly hand the signature to Xing Xing, so that the annoying fan would leave.

I curiously looked at Ai Mi’s signature together with Xing Xing. Although it was English cursive and I couldn’t read it, but it looked a lot like a celebrity’s signature, at least it was much better than Ai Mi’s Chinese writing.

“Take the signature and get out.” Ai Mi urged in a bad mood, “Don’t appear in front of me again.”