Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Ford rushed to the door of the editor-in-chief's office, huddled tightly into a ball and slammed into the door.The door creaked open and Ford rolled quickly inside, right behind the handsome gray wrinkled leather sofa, where he set up his strategic base of operations. At least that's what he planned. Unfortunately, that beautiful gray wrinkled leather sofa was also missing. Ford twisted, tilted, swooped in mid-air, and sprinted for cover behind Hal's desk, all the while struggling with why everyone couldn't escape this stupid paranoia that turned the office around every five minutes. How about changing the furnishings in the house?

Why, say, replace a gray wrinkled leather sofa that would be useful—perhaps a little darker in color—for something that looks like a small tank? Also, who is that big guy with the portable missile launcher on his shoulder?Someone from headquarters?impossible.This is the headquarters.At least it's the headquarters of the Guide - God only knows where those invincibly handsome guys come from, and it's definitely not somewhere with a lot of sun anyway, just look at their skin, the color and texture of which resembles slugs.All wrong, thought Ford.People associated with The Guide should come from somewhere where the sun shines.

In fact, there are seven of them in total, all of them armed to the teeth. You would never imagine that the executives of a big company would have such an image, even in today's rough and dangerous business environment. Of course, the above is purely his own assumption. He is assuming that these bull-necked slugs have something to do with Invincible Shuai.But this is indeed a reasonable assumption, and he is quite satisfied with it, because they all have name tags on their armor, with the words "Invincible Handsome Company" printed on it.However, there was also some lingering suspicion in his mind that this might not be a business meeting.Another lingering feeling is that he should be somewhat familiar with these slugs, a familiar yet unfamiliar disguise.

Well, he's been in the room for a good two and a half seconds, so maybe it's time for him to do something constructive.He can take a hostage.Not a bad idea. Van Haar sat panic-stricken in his swivel chair, pale and trembling.It seems that besides the slap on the back of the head, he probably heard some bad news.Ford jumped up and rushed towards him. He uses a nice enhanced double-lock elbow as cover, slipping the "I-really-me" back into his inside bag without anyone noticing. You're done! What was to be done has been done.Now he just needs a few sweet words to coax them to open the way for himself.

"OK" he said, "I..." He stopped. The big man with the missile launcher turned to Ford and began to take aim, which Ford couldn't help feeling was extremely irresponsible. "I..." He opened his mouth again, and then decided to flash before speaking under a sudden impulse. Flames sprang from the back of the missile launcher, and the missile flew out from the front end with a deafening roar. The missile missed the Ford and hit the large, thick glass window, which shattered in millions of shards under the impact of the explosion.A powerful shock wave of noise and air pressure reverberated through the room, throwing two chairs, a filing cabinet, and Colin the security robot out of the window.

what!So they're not actually anti-missile, Ford thought.Someone really needs to talk to the guy in charge.He disengages from Hal and begins plotting an escape route. He is surrounded. The big man carrying the missile launcher is adjusting his position for another shot. Ford had no idea what to do next. "Listen," he said sternly.But he wasn't sure exactly what a stern "listen" would do, and time was ticking.Forget it, he thought, can you still be twice as young?Then he flew out of the window.In this way, no matter how bad it is, it can kill the opponent by surprise.