Chapter 1447, intrigue is too troublesome!

Qin Luo looked at Zhan Xia Ge's confused expression and asked, "What?" Brother Warrior Won't Mean to Forgive Me? ”

"It's not." Warrior Song felt his head hurt. It hurts, it hurts. This kind of scene should be better handled by He Zhizhi, right?

He originally wanted to say that he wasn't angry, and he didn't leave because he felt insulted—but in that case, wouldn't it be tantamount to admitting that he regarded Qin Luo as an enemy?

For the first time, he found out that speaking was such a test of intelligence.

"I just don't understand what Brother Qin means." The warrior song carefully considers the words, as if facing a great enemy. "How can Zhan be able to make Brother Qin value him so much?"

"Arrogant." Qin Luo said with an excited expression. "You can't be arrogant, but you must be arrogant. To tell you the truth, I see a shadow of myself in my brother-in-arms - strictly speaking, we are the same kind of people. I like myself, and I like people like that. So, I don't want to lose such a good companion as my brother-in-arms. ”

After listening to Qin Luo's sincere confession, the muscles on Lei Hu's face standing next to him kept twitching, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

The same goes for the Warrior Song.

He wanted to laugh, but thought it was rude.

Forced to endure and not conform to his xìng character, his facial expression is more jīng color funny than that of Lei Hu.

Only Qin Luo's face was serious, as if what he said was the truth from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you." Zhan Xia Ge struggled to squeeze these two words out of the corners of his mouth.

Qin Luo stretched out his hand and said, "From today onwards, we will be friends. ”

Zhan Xia Ge also hurriedly stretched out his big hand and shook Qin Luo's hand, as the former captain of the Sword of the Southeast, he now has no autonomy and is completely at the mercy of Qin Luo.

"Since we are friends, it is my duty to do something for my friend - my friend's business is my business, and the bullet on my friend is--the bullet I am going to take." Qin Luo shook his big hand in Zhan Xia Ge and asked, "When do you think it's appropriate for us to have surgery?" ”

Zhan Xia Ge stared at Qin Luo with a stunned expression, not knowing how to answer.

Just now he ran to ask for help, and he made it difficult in every way.

He was frustrated and fled, and he chased after him to apologize and help heal - did he have the masochistic gene?

This slut!

Qin Luo didn't need him to answer.

He thought for himself and said, "This operation is a minor operation, which is just to take a bullet. But because of the special location of the bullets, the risk is still quite high - I still need a few helpers and some preparations. So, three days later, surgery? Did you have time at that time? ”

"Yes. Yes," said the warrior song hurriedly. Although he was now confused by Qin Luo, he was still very happy to hear the other party mention the operation in three days. Before the brain could react, the mouth had already answered.

The patient's desire for health is not something that a normal person can experience.

"That's good. We set the surgery for three days later. Qin Luo said. During these three days, you should maintain a good routine, do not smoke or drink, eat meat, but do not overdo it, drink more soup to nourish your body - the most important thing is to maintain a good attitude. ”

"I will." Zhan Xia Ge nodded and said.

Qin Luo patted Zhan Xia Ge's shoulder and said, "Then it's decided." I'll go first. ”

With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

When he walked to Lei Hu's side, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

"No—you're welcome." Lei Hu stammered.

It wasn't until Qin Luo walked out of the door of the bar by himself that Zhan Xia Ge and Lei Hu remembered that they had forgotten to go out with them to see off the guests.

The two hurriedly ran out, and all they saw was the butt of the van that Qin Luo was riding in when it turned a corner.

"Boss. It's just wonderful. He promised to get you a bullet. Lei Hu said with excitement on his face.

"Hmm." The warrior song responded.

"Now it seems that he is not a bad man-" Lei Hu sighed. "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. I didn't expect this kid to be a friend worth making. ”

Zhan Xia Ge's brows were furrowed, and he didn't respond-

Germany. Slanka.

It's a barren mountainous area with no punctuation on the map and no text on Google, and it can almost be described as inaccessible except for a few unintentionally approached travelers and local aborigines who make a living by hunting and fishing.

Today, however, something unusual happened.

A helicopter circled at the summit of Hiss Peak, the largest mountain in Slanka, and then slowly descended, but it did not stop, and when it was still more than ten meters away from the ground, a black figure jumped out of the cabin.

If anyone sees it, they must be exclaiming loudly. More than ten meters, several floors high, and the ground is mostly craggy and strange, if you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.

However, the dark shadow was unaware.

After descending half the distance, she opened her hands and unfolded a large black cloth behind her.

The cloth unfolded infinitely, like a large black cloud. The whirring wind stretched the black cloth open, puffing up a large yurt.

Then, her figure fell to the ground lightly under the slowing of the wind.

When she landed, her hands were linked. In a matter of seconds, the black cloth rolled up again and disappeared into her loose tuxedo.

She looked up at the past, a pilgrim look on her face.

A white figure appeared at the door of the cabin again.

Because the distance was too far, and the air flow stirred by the propeller was too strong, she couldn't read the man's expression clearly.

However, she felt that she could see clearly.

His long golden hair, his blue eyes, his handsome cheeks, and his imposing gestures to look at the world—he was so dazzling, so proud.

It's a god. Also the god of war.

At this moment, he is the only one in heaven and earth.

Even, she knew that he must have raised a good-looking eyebrow at this time, because the surrounding environment was too bad.

Fortunately, the air is not bad, which is what he likes.

Whew――

He jumped off.

Without any warning, and without any need to borrow strength, he just jumped straight from the sky.

Lightning-fast!

I just saw the jumping posture, and in a blink of an eye, I was standing next to the man in black.

He stood on a large rock, and his white leather shoes were not even stained with dust.

"Is this it?" The man in white asked.

"Yes. Emperor. The woman in the black sè tuxedo replied softly.

"I said, you can call me by my name." The man said.

"I like to call you Emperor." The woman's voice was full of joy.

"I said, you want to call me by my name." The man said again. Stubborn, domineering, with a touch of brutality and coercion - but so charming.

The magician's heart was drunk, and she just nodded, not knowing how to answer such a question.

"Let's go." The Emperor said. "Let's get a little bit of interest back first. I want the whole world to know that anyone who tries to put a cold arrow in my back will pay a terrible price—"

"Yes. For Alexia's honor. The grinder said in a cold voice.

"It's not about honor. It's just that the intrigue is too troublesome. Whoever uses stratagem against me, I will slay him with my fist. The Emperor said lightly.

"Yes. That's it. The magician said.

They strode forward, and suddenly a group of sturdy men in camouflage emerged from the quiet recess.

"Stop." The man at the head roared in a low voice. "This is a military forbidden place."

No one stands. Instead, they quickened the pace.

The Emperor took the lead, and before the men had a chance to get the bullets out of their guns, he had already punched them in the necks.

The tiger enters the flock, and the killing begins.

Ten minutes later, there was a river of blood in the Slanka base of the Omo Laboratory, and there was no one alive.

Thousands of miles away, in an old castle, a group of people watched the massacre in silence via satellite video.

Quiet, dead quiet.

Repression, deathly repression.

There was a feeling of their hearts tightening, as if death could come at any moment.

When the man dressed in white punched the last Guardian in the head, he walked over to a video monitor in the hall and grinned.

The smile is so pure, clean like a child.