What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 772 Neos + Stockings = Mother-loving Baldhead Maker

On the outskirts of Washington, there stands a manor that can almost be described as majestic.

Almost everyone is curious about what kind of black technology was used in this manor that was built within a week?

Among them, there are a large number of servants and maids, whose average height is frighteningly high.

The owners of the manor villas next to them are also either rich or noble. Because of Washington's special status, there are many senior officials and politicians living here...

But after they all asked through various different information channels, they received exactly the same message, like a group text message.

"If you don't want the FBI to come and investigate your ancestors, just pretend you know nothing."

After hearing such words, no matter how curious they were, this group of powerful people had to give up.

They have all worked with officials or politicians who have been taken down by the FBI to a greater or lesser extent, and have become warning monkeys.

So there is still some self-awareness.

No matter what, life is much more important than little secrets.

This led to almost everyone walking around this magnificent and golden manor.

However, a girl rode a pink bicycle slowly to the gate of the manor without any concern.

"Ding-ling-ding-ling" the bicycle bell rang twice, and then the hollow door with carved beams and painted buildings slowly opened inward.

She didn't hesitate and rushed in on her bike.

The big men who were mowing the lawn along the road wanted to bow when they saw the girl, but as if they remembered something, they awkwardly stretched out their hands and greeted her.

"Welcome back, Miss Gwen."

"Hello, dear guardsmen... Wow, Trajan, how many times have I told you that if you want to pet these cats, don't make that expression that says you want to die with them."

"Yes! Miss Gwen!" Trajan, who was not far away, suddenly retracted his hand that was about to touch the cat, scaring the calico cat so much that it jumped directly from the flower bed and ran into the woods in the distance.

As for the silent sisters dressed as maids, after seeing their original body, their hands were almost leaving afterimages when they signed in language.

"Okay, okay, I miss you too... I still have to report to the new unit more often this week. After all, from now on, I will probably follow this guy Li Chengfeng to make a fortune..." Gwen brushed her hair and said with a smile, "I wanted to ask you if you can adapt to this... overly comfortable environment, but it seems that you have adapted well, at least you really enjoy it."

"Miss Gwen, the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence are relatively well educated, and their environment is quite comfortable compared to other Space Marine Legions... After the Necrons, the FBI, and Imperial researchers have completed the daily research on the Space Marines' body shapes, those interstellar canned animals will be relocated to Earth." Trajan responded seriously to the words of the eldest daughter of the Empire, "However... compared to us, the Primarchs... I mean, the young masters are a little bit uncomfortable with this living environment."

"Ahaha, I knew it." Gwen said with a smile, "It would be a miracle if these space war maniacs could settle down... Where are they now?"

"Right now..." Trajan took out the cell phone that everyone was equipped with and took a look at it. "At this time, we should gather in the living room, playing dirty and worrying at the same time."

"It's really vivid." Gwen pedaled his bicycle and continued to move forward. "It seems that I have to teach my silly brothers who were born for war to learn to enjoy life in the 2K era."

……

As he rode from the gate all the way to the huge Gothic building in the center, Gwen was very sure that this huge house...

It was simply modified from an Emperor-class Titan.

However, in order to make it less conspicuous, a considerable part was dug downwards, and then the entire unactivated Emperor-class Titan was planted in the ground.

"Look at this stupid transformation style... I've told them eight hundred times, there's no need to leave any damn gun positions!"

Gwen handed the bicycle to the silent nuns who were chatting with each other using sign language.

Then he flew forward and kicked the door open.

"Hey! Guys!"

"Let me see your frustrated and helpless stupid faces! I will definitely laugh at you for the next thousand years!"

Gwen jumped up and down and walked in happily.

Then, he saw the Primarchs lying all over the living room, with the same look of despair on their faces.

Even the most optimistic and sunny Ninth Prince Saint Gilles hung himself on the electric fan like a piece of dried bacon.

The feathers have become much duller.

Gwen looked at this scene and sighed helplessly...

Then he walked forward and turned the fan to third gear.

Gwen originally thought that as soon as she came in, she would be treated like an emperor by the younger brothers.

As a result, except for Wokan who raised his hand slightly towards her, the others were too lazy to even move.

"No...what's wrong with you? You can't even live in a good place?"

"No, of course not. Ever since we were brought to this multiverse by our father and fought that multiverse war, we have all felt the peace and comfort of this universe... Only a fool would dislike it!" Thirteenth Prince Guilliman sat behind the table with his hands on his chin. "However, it is because it is too peaceful that we feel confused... What should we do?"

When Guilliman said this, all the Primarchs sighed.

Gwen touched his chin.

It really is……

This multiverse is indeed too peaceful. Although once something happens, it will be a bigger deal than the entire Warhammer universe, the daily painful encounters between heroes and villains are basically civil disputes to this group of interstellar warmongers.

"They... are just too boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in casual clothes and holding a plastic bag in his hand walked out of the house.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized the other party's true identity.

This is Makhado.

As an immortal, he is not that old and his true form is a little boy, but he usually transforms into an image that looks very old.

"Magic Pattern Malcador, how long has it been since you showed your true form?"

"Since the unification of Terra." Malcador shrugged. "After all, he looks too young to establish prestige."

"You said they were too boring?"

"According to their destiny, they would have been trapped in endless wars and fights, unable to extricate themselves forever..." Malcador shrugged, "After all, not everyone can find new fun as quickly as Neos."

But Gwen's attention was attracted by the thing in his hand.

"Is this... stockings in your hand?"

"Oh, this." Malcador raised the black silk packaging bag in his hand nonchalantly, "Neos has a new interest in becoming a woman... so he transformed into a woman and went to downtown Washington to find a job."

"What the hell!?"

All the Primarchs shouted at Malcador in unison.

Horus, in particular, was exceptionally loud!

There was a strange blush on her face!

Gwen: "Fuck it! The bald guy who loves his father is going to evolve into the bald guy who loves his mother!"