"Then why hire someone?"

"Of course..."

Huang Mao subconsciously wanted to answer, but Lan was so angry that his mouth was full of smoke. He turned around and shouted: "You two idiots, why do you say everything?"

"He has a gun in his hand."

"He is Tiga."

Yellow-haired and bald-headed each answered one sentence at a time, but their voices could not help but become much quieter under the intimidation of Blue-haired.

"Okay, if they don't say it, you do!"

Chiba Makoto pointed the gun directly at Lanfa, causing Lanfa's newly shaggy momentum to wither under the cold muzzle, but he immediately straightened up again, held his head high, and said

: "We have not invaded the earth, nor have we destroyed cities. Is it wrong to stay on the earth?"

"You are asking the right person," Qianye Cheng coughed twice immediately and said seriously: "First of all, you entered the earth without permission; secondly, you have lived on the earth for many years and made so much money, but you have not

Pay a penny of tax; also, try to build giant robots on the earth to threaten the security of the earth; and...

Do you want me to continue?"

Every time Chiba Makoto mentioned a crime, the blue-haired man's aura became weaker. In the end, he could hardly hold his head up after being talked about. He could only say submissively: "Did we... do anything?"

"It's not too late, no, you have already caused harm," Chiba Makoto immediately put the glass ball into his pocket, took out the WIT, pulled up Mr. Takayama's photo, and held it up to the three Mickeys.

He looked and said, "This is your employee."

The three Mickeys looked at it, and then nodded honestly under Chiba Cheng's gun.

"He died, his brain was severely atrophied."

"Ah!" X3!

The three Mickeys exclaimed together, then looked at each other, and then complained to each other.

"It's all you. I told you a long time ago that you shouldn't hire someone so old."

"It's not that you think they are cheap."

“Cheap but not good.”

"..."

Chiba Cheng stood aside, listening to their quarrel, watching them quarreling with his peripheral vision, but every time he met Chiba Cheng's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Every time they met, the sound of the quarrel became weaker.

After a few minutes, there was slowly no sound, and there was only pushing and shoving. You pushed me, I pushed you, trying to push the other person out to face the aggressive Ultraman first.

Finally, the blue-haired leader stood up and said: "Actually, this was an accident, but we can't blame it entirely."

"Then who's to blame?"

When something goes wrong, you immediately shirk responsibility. This is so human.

"It's the supplier's fault. The chips they provided didn't meet the standards at all." The bald man added.

Huang Mao also followed up and said: "The data was tampered with using software, and a low-level chip was used to pretend to be a top-level chip."

"We still have redundancy, but we didn't expect that their fraud was so serious, and then the rectifier tube melted through, causing this accident." The blue-haired man said helplessly, and sighed.

"Uh..." Chiba Cheng never expected that human responsibility would be involved in this.

Counterfeit goods are really harmful to people, and they don’t even differentiate between people on earth and people in space.

"Everything I said is true," the blue-haired man seemed to be afraid that Chiba Cheng would not believe it, and said quickly: "The damaged equipment has not been repaired yet, and some of the fakes have not been opened. By the way, do you care about this?

?They are lying. I paid for top-grade chips, but they sent us low-grade products."

"This...I will report it to the industrial and commercial department, but you cannot escape your responsibility."

"We didn't want to evade responsibility," Huang Mao said aggrievedly: "When the accident happened, when we passed by, they all ran away, shouting, 'Run quickly, the space people are going to kill people'."

"But we just want to save people," Baldhead said helplessly, "It would be a mess. We don't even know who is in trouble."

"If they hadn't run away, the scene wouldn't have been so chaotic, and we would have been able to know who was in trouble in time and receive treatment immediately," the blue-haired man sighed as he spoke, "We didn't want to do anything to them at all.

But why are you so scared?"

Hmm...probably the stereotype of space people.
Chapter completed!