From BOSS to Canon Fodder: She is Currently Out of Service!-Chapter 163 - 81: New Death-Seeking Skill

Su Jiameng emerged from the Health Care Pod, having just showered, only to hear that her two little ones were undergoing their first very significant experience of a "Mind Storm." She was so scared that all the residual fatigue vanished!

She didn’t even have time to fully dress before slipping into a bathrobe and pulling out the Doubi Flying Machine. Honestly, she preferred piloting the Fei Feng, because aside from the Doubi Flying Machine’s speed, it’s not reliable at all, and she didn’t want her ears tortured.

However, the Fei Feng is a Mecha not listed in the archives and can’t fly within the city. If it were caught by the city traffic police, they’d easily impound the Mecha, but if they were to detain both the person and the Mecha for investigation, wouldn’t that be a nightmare?

"You better shut up now, if I hear one more wrong word from you, be careful or I’ll dismantle you when I get back! Don’t think I don’t know you’re a chip system in autonomous intelligent mode. If you dare provoke me today, you’ll definitely regret coming into this world!"

The Doubi Flying Machine shrank back, pitifully stuttering, "... Woo... alright... I’ll stop..."

This owner is really fierce, so fierce, even more fierce than before. Already strict before, but unexpectedly, upon their second meeting, the owner refreshed the terrifying limits. The Doubi Flying Machine resentfully made a harsh note in its AI database, also sticking a "Female Demon" label on the Q version avatar named Su Jiameng.

Quietened, the flying machine wasn’t too bad. Su Jiameng stepped onto it and directly ramped up the speed to max, swaggeringly driving the flying machine onto the Mecha and Hovercar exclusive aerial highway, a high-energy motor vehicle exclusive lane, and sped all the way!

The highway for Mechas and Hovercars is similar to Earth’s era highways, VIP ones specifically. But the flying machine’s status is like a little electric scooter... Uh, imagine a little scooter surpassing one luxury sports car after another; you’d probably understand the feelings of those drivers being overtaken by Su Jiameng right now...

"Wow—Has this woman lost her mind, been kicked by a donkey or something?" A teenager in a moss green small suit uniform sat groggily in a private Hovercar, his head nodding as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

But as he drowsily saw a petite figure driving a simple flying machine flash past, leaving his precious car far behind, all his sleepiness vanished! Shocked, he leaned on the car window, wanting to lower it for a closer look.

Yet before he could act, the person beside him disapprovingly stopped him, coldly saying, "Don’t mess around."

The teenager’s face immediately drooped, his excited curiosity snuffed out by the other’s words. He thought, being stuck in a car with Su Yanjing, a guy taking forever to say a word, is truly torture!

Discussing recent fashion trends, he mentioned the latest limited edition doll by SOSO Girl; bringing up the hottest online news, he mentioned the latest limited edition doll by SOSO Girl; talking about which female celebrity had the best figure, he mentioned the latest limited edition doll by SOSO Girl; discussing famous cars and Mechas, he still talked about collectible dolls!

Damn it, isn’t this guy supposed to be a real man? Why is he so obsessed with collectible dolls, can’t go a sentence without mentioning dolls! And the worst part is, even when discussing his favorite dolls, he never says more than five words!

Does each word this Su guy says cost a fortune or what, why so stingy with words, saving them for New Year’s Eve or something!

"Xiao Jing, don’t be so disrespectful, call him Grand Uncle!" The bright woman sitting in the front passenger seat looked no older than twenty, but in reality, she was nearly a hundred. Hearing her foolish son speak so rudely to an elder, she reminded him like a scolding, "Otherwise, when we get home, I’ll confiscate all your collectible dolls."

Seeing his mom’s threatening smile through the rearview mirror, Su Yanjing froze for a moment. Considering his mom’s firm rule-following nature, he submitted. Calmly retracting his hand, he "politely" apologized, "Sorry, Grand Uncle..."

The certain Grand Uncle felt a mild stomach pain briefly; should he be glad his junior finally said six words or lament about his troublesome senior status? He was younger by a year, and yet he turned out to be in the "elder" category.