It turns out that there are always people in the world who need to go to the brain department.

When Qin Xuanqi and the other guards were fighting on the front line, a certain big man with a shocking hairstyle was sitting on the rooftop of a certain base on the fifth defense line of the Korean Peninsula against the wind, looking up at the moon while remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness.

Before the disaster broke out, he was just an ordinary head of the Black Society in a small inland county, although there were only six people in the Black Society plus him, but it was wrong not to use the village chief as a cadre!

What's wrong with six people? He is also the head of the other five people, and he was not the one who was selected as the national 'five youths' that year.

The baby is not convinced!

Well, black history or something has nothing to do with bittersweet memories, skip it!

Lei Peng looked at the hair shape in the mirror that was still unchanged in the wind and nodded with satisfaction, and then remembered bittersweetly.

His small county town was unlucky enough to be one of the landing sites of the 'Extraterrestrial Species of Origin (BETA)', and even though more than a decade had passed, he still remembered that night, a night with a starry sky as stunning as here.

Countless strange and huge insects fell from the sky, ruining the small county town and everything about him.

Don't! My little brothers~

Don't! My noodle girl~

Don't! It's mine......

Lei Peng reached out and wiped his non-existent tears, he really couldn't remember anything else, but ......

"I can make two and a half row sentences, sir, I'm also a genius!"

God doesn't seem to be able to stand the faceless narcissism of this big guy, the wind is even wilder, and the big guy's face is rippling, but ......

In the wind, his eyes were still wide-eyed, and he was holding the mirror and looking at his own immovable hairstyle in the mirror, and the thunder shed thunder boss said:

"Swollen sauce governor (it's all right)?"

The sound of the wind blowing had changed, but he said he was happy, and he put his hands on his waist and laughed wildly.

"Wha! Sister-in-law's oblique words are enough for Saijo (the master's hairstyle is to hold it). ”

Not bad, not bad!

Lei Peng nodded with satisfaction, and decided to continue to remember the bitter and sweet, in the past, Liu Bei looked at the thatched house, and now there are three memories of the young master, wonderful!

However......

"Sir, there's new information coming from Japan."

"Huh!?"

Boss Lei, who was ready to remember the bittersweet memories for the third time, was dumbfounded, he had just brewed his emotions, and he was going to recall a tear-jerking bitterness, it seemed that the desire to follow the ancients' three memories of bittersweet memories could not be achieved.

……

Yan Xinbiao looked at the strange director who was sitting on the boss's chair and staring at himself with wide eyes, and couldn't help covering his face, he had never seen a general who would give him a hairstyle with a sky-high bullet of twenty centimeters, and specially go to the rooftop to blow a strong wind in order to check whether the hairstyle is stable.

Although I have only been in the army for a little more than a month, I don't know what other generals are like, but don't bully me for my short qualifications. Where would a general get a hairstyle up to 20 centimeters in order to make himself look tall? For this reason, you also deliberately went to the rooftop to test the stability of your hairstyle by using the strong wind?

I am afraid that the intelligence chiefs of all countries in the world would not have imagined that the director of the Chinese Intelligence Bureau, who is known for his thick face and black heart, insidious person, and vicious and unscrupulous behavior, has such a detached side in private.

However, the director is only in his early thirties, so he jumped out of the way...... Sure enough, we should be serious to be the right national cadre!

Lei Peng didn't know that his subordinates he picked up on a battlefield a week ago were slandering him, and after a short period of stunned, Lei Peng immediately reacted, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked under the rooftop.

Yan Xinbiao immediately followed behind Lei Peng.

The base of the fifth line of defense is much better than that of the eighth line of defense, the corridor paved with metal is slightly sci-fi, small screens can be seen everywhere, the mild yellow ceiling lights make people's hearts warm, the all-metal closed door is closed, the wind and cold air and the bright moon and stars are all gone, and there is also the 'teasing' energy of the big man Lei.

The hippie color on Lei Shed's face had long since dissipated, and he walked through the metal-paved corridor, his hands behind his back, his head slightly lowered, his face buried in shadows, and his expression could not be seen in the dim light anyway.

If you compare him to a splashing monkey just now, now he is a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour in the shadows.

The two walked silently one after the other, their black military boots rattling in the corridor, and the atmosphere was slightly dull.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe five steps, maybe ten steps, but the thunder shed walking in front suddenly asked:

"What's the message from Japan?"

Although Yan Xinbiao has only been with this big man for only a week, he is obviously used to the change of his boss. Without the slightest curiosity or hesitation, he truthfully reported:

"According to the report of the Japanese branch, at 20:03 Beijing time today, Lieutenant General Eiji Yanya, director of the Japanese Tactical Aircraft Special Weapons Development Department, and his secretary visited the Huangwu Academy, the head of the Spectrum Martial Arts Family. At 20:37, Yan Gu Eiji and his secretary left and returned to the Chejing Army Headquarters, with no follow-up action for the time being. ”

"Ei Itsuchi... Huangwu Temple..."

Lei Peng muttered once, and thought of a middle-aged man with short hair with a scar on his face and an expressionless face, and a young woman in a gorgeous Japanese kimono, and raised his eyebrows with interest.

As for what he thought of strangely, although it is true that a man and two women meet at night and it is easy for people to think crookedly, the Japanese are more likely to make people think crooked because of the development of education in some aspects. But these two are key figures in the intelligence bureaus of the world.

Lei Peng, who has high-level intelligence about Japan and even other countries in the world, will not be naïve to think that the meeting between the two tonight is cheating.

The possibility is not impossible, but it takes less than half an hour to drag it on......

So weak! On behalf of all the males (men and animals) of China, they despise him.

Crooked building! Crooked building!

Tactical Aircraft Weapons Development ...... Exploitation...... The current situation in Japan cannot change the fate of the country that is about to be wiped out by the extraterrestrial species (BETA), so what can be developed? Don't you still plan to return to the country......

Well? If you return to the country......

Lei Shed suddenly remembered a report and weapon design drawings he had received three days ago, from an undercover agent of the Japanese Weapons Development Bureau.

Thinking of this, Lei Shed paused, turned and walked towards a fork in the road. Yan Xinbiao followed without saying a word, although his time in the intelligence department was short, the rules were very clear.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't know what you shouldn't know. The more you know, the more you do...... Needless to say.

But the eyes that should be kept are still left, and before entering the fork, Yan Xinbiao glanced at the sign on the side.

Sub-bureau of the Weapons Development Bureau - Headquarters in the DPRK.

……

Lei Peng sat opposite a young man in a white robe, with glasses, messy stubble, a thin body, and a pale face, Yan Xinbiao was not in this room.

"Ahem."

The young man coughed twice with his fist over his mouth, and a flush appeared on his pale face.

Lei Peng's indifferent expression at this time was slightly reduced, and he looked at the man and said with concern:

"Third child, you are working too hard, let's rest for a while first."

"No, you don't."

The young man, known as the third child, waved his hand absently.

"My body broke down fifteen years ago, and it's a chronic disease. Tell me about yourself. ”

Lei Peng's face sank when he heard this, and his hands under the table suddenly clenched into fists, and then returned to normal, and began to tell the information he had just received and his own speculation.

Of course, he will never say anything about the things on the rooftop, even if it is a life and death intersection, a brother who is closer than his own brothers can't say it.