B whistled, crossed his legs and looked at Tomman, who was tied up with flowers, just a few days ago he was clamoring for the reinstatement of the Airport Security Affairs Management Committee, and just a few days later he became his own prisoner, and he also brought himself a great gift. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As early as the beginning of the establishment of the Federation, the constitutional calendar clearly stipulated the restrictions on nuclear weapons, except for the formal use of nuclear fuel in several fields such as power generation, all nuclear-related things were controlled by the Federation. However, within 50 years of this happening, the fusion of hydrogen at room temperature was produced. New federal regulations have been introduced that severely limit the application of such upheaval to the scope of nuclear weapons. With the success of nuclear tests such as the neutron bomb, nuclear weapons have sprung up. About 10,000 years ago, the Galactic Federation convened a meeting of the zodiac constellations and the eighty-eight galaxies of the sky in the constellation Sagittarius, and signed the Nuclear Arms Reduction Treaty. The participating galaxies agreed to reduce nuclear weapons to a standard of only 1,000 per galaxy until now.

Of course, 10,000 years have passed, and the number of real nuclear weapons has definitely exceeded the limit of 1,000. However, in the forests of Laslovki Mountain, there are clearly more than tens of thousands of nuclear weapons, and they were brought here by Robert Plintys from Sagittarius and Leo thousands of years ago, and their purity and quantity far exceed the current level. This special code is much more than the value of an airport!

B has a smug smile on his face, and it is estimated that he will be woken up by his own laughter when he dreams. He snuffed out a cigarette in his hand, an act that sent a look of deep regret on Tomman's face. He hadn't smoked for more than a dozen hours! Tomman's expression was accurately captured by B, who took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, which was made of alloy and had the appearance of a pistol etched on the outside, which was a series of cigarettes from the famous tobacco company "Gun Brand".

The music in B's mouth was the kind of fragrant tune that was very popular in the ballroom, and he took a cigarette from his cigarette case, sniffed it under his nose, and put it on the table. B carefully put the cigarette case back into his clothes, and took out a diamond-encrusted lighter from his left pocket. The lighter is voice-controlled, and the smart chip inside can only recognize the voice of B himself. B said a "lighter", and a one-centimeter-long red and blue flame burst out from the lighter. Tomman's eyes lit up, the lighter was not powered by a hydrogen fusion reactor, but a gas made from the very expensive black diamond oil.

B lit the cigarette, took a few puffs, sighed boredly, snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette, threw it in the ashtray, and began to play with the lighter.

Tomman greedily inhaled the smoke that wafted through the room, and second-hand smoke really didn't refresh one's hand. Thinking like this, Tomman couldn't resist the temptation anymore, and said to himself: "Nei, give me a cigarette, you can do whatever you want!"

B waited for this, but he did not light a cigarette at once, but continued his meditation as if he had not heard. Tomman couldn't hold on any longer, his hands tied behind his chair, as if he had been gnawed by countless ants. His head slammed against the table, begging in pain for a cigarette. Ten minutes later, Tomman was on the verge of collapse, both mentally and physically. B picked up the half cigarette he had just thrown away from the table, lit it and handed it over. Tomman smelled the long-lost scent, and when he came to his senses, he straightened up from the table, bit the half of the cigarette with great precision, and inhaled it desperately. When he inhaled the first puff, an expression of pleasure came over his tired and sickly face, as if he was being sucked by a skilled woman, and Tomman comfortably let out a soft sigh from his mouth!

B did not interrupt him, and after another five minutes, the half of the cigarette was finished by Tommen, and this time B took the initiative to light one and handed it to him in its entirety. Tomman glanced at B, hesitated, and finally bit the cigarette holder, and after a few puffs, said, "What do you want to know?"

B smiled and said, "LaBelle has the whole plan!"

Tomman's satisfied expression stiffened on his face, it turned out that the other party already knew what he was behind the scenes, so what did he insist on? Maybe after he made a move, he could still be a tainted witness or something! Tomman changed his position almost in two seconds, and when he finished smoking the cigarette and wanted to say what he knew, suddenly, a tingling pain in his throat. Tomman twisted his neck instinctively with his hands tied to his chair, unable to scratch it, only to hear a pop, and a small, long column of red water shot out of his throat, throwing a perfect arc in the air and landing on the table.

The bright red watermark spread out on the tabletop, turning into countless tiny red dots. Tomman didn't know what was going on, but he knew the red color so familiar, he was sure he had seen it there, but he couldn't remember it. Tomman didn't intend to dwell on these things, and when he looked up, he saw B, who was sitting across from him, staring at him dumbfounded, and obviously very alarmed, his mouth moving rapidly, as if he was saying something, but he couldn't hear anything. Soon, B jumped up from his chair, the door to the room was slammed open, and several men in white coats burst in and rushed to his side, as if trying to untie himself.

Tomman's consciousness slowly seemed to freeze, and he only felt very tired, and he had no strength in his body. Tomman was still cursing in his heart, bald B drugged himself, this son of a bitch, don't you have to recruit yourself? Tomman thought so, his eyelids became heavy, and it was a little difficult to breathe. He felt something in his throat blocking his throat, and the air couldn't get into his lungs. Tomman took a hard breath, and a fishy sweetness rushed into his throat and into his lungs. Tomman felt that his chest was so painful, his whole body was so painful, and his whole body was not good. Forget it, let's close our eyes, and wait for the drug to pass and everything will be fine. It would be better if there was another woman, with big breasts and a cocked ass.

"Grass!"

B cursed fiercely and punched the wall. At the critical moment, a feathered arrow flew in from somewhere, stabbing Tomman in the throat and killing him. K2, who was guarding the outside of the room, chased people out with the people, and found no suspicious people. This turn of events completely frightened B, who was so heavily guarded that a stranger came in and assassinated Tomman almost without anyone noticing. If the person's goal is himself, the consequences are unimaginable.

B scolded K2 and his subordinates, and ordered to dig three feet into the ground to find this person. B looked at Tomman's body in the operating room, and said to the person next to him: "Take out his identity chip and see what information can be obtained!" B thought that there was at least such a clue, who knew that the medical staff actually found a wound on the back of Tomman's neck that had not completely healed, and the medical staff said in surprise: "His identity chip was taken away!"

"Shenma?" B could barely believe his ears, and he turned around the operating room with his head in his hands, kicking over a device that had been ticking for some unknown purpose. Grass, it turns out that there is a yellow finch hiding behind him!

B tried to calm himself down, took a few deep breaths, and after carefully recalling what had happened during this time, he immediately led a few of his men to the room where Todd Rensemill and Gross Samueld were being held. When the guards opened the door, two corpses appeared in front of them, the same cause of death as Tomman, both of whom had been shot in the throat by a feather. B frantically pulled out his gun and almost collapsed the guard, but it was K2 next to him who stopped him.

"Boss, this incident is obviously premeditated, let's protect that ammunition depot first!"

After K2's reminder, B came to his senses, "Yes, hurry up, let the brothers bring a thousand people, surround that fangy forest, etc.," B suddenly thought of something, "K2, go with me to Mayers Airport!"

After K2 arranged the ammunition depot, he followed B to Mayers in an airship, and when he passed by Mount Laslovich, he saw that his own people had sealed off the place, and there seemed to be nothing unusual around. The airship landed at Meyers, and as soon as B walked out of the airport, he was surrounded by three combat vehicles. An officer stepped out of the tank and pointed his gun at B and K2.

"Yo, isn't this Lord B from Laslovki Airport?" said the officer with a smirk smile.

The smile on the officer's face made B very unhappy, as if he had known that he was coming. B sneered and resisted the urge to punch him, "Take me to your master, dog!"

The officer was also very unhappy with B's words, but thinking of what had just happened to the other party, the officer's heart was much more balanced. After a few laughs of disdain, the officer waved his hand, and several heavily armed warriors jumped out behind him, one of whom came forward and searched the two people, but found no weapons. The officer nodded, and several fighters entered the second tank with B and K2. Three chariots roared out of the airport and headed for the Samueld family mansion!

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