Lin Yinqing's fingers gently caressed the soft hospital bed, and the cold beads of sweat on his forehead were gradually disappearing as the girl woke up. The messy short hair fluttered slowly with the breeze outside the window, and there seemed to be a hole in the silent ward.

The quiet tiled floor is wiped like an expensive mirror by the pier cloth, while the expensive mirror in the bathroom is tightly embedded in the wall, and there is no room for display and show-off.

Lin Yinqing had been in a coma for two days in this sunny but depressing ward, and the monster often accompanied her like a nightmare, wandering and wandering like a ghost.

“... Hmmm"

Lin Yinqing suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up suddenly as if he was frightened, and bursts of weak cold sweat accompanied by the exceptionally pleasant birdsong outside the window gradually soaked the unusually fat hospital gown.

She stretched, straightened the futon that covered her, and squinted tiredly.

The air in the room was a little too fresh, and even made Lin Yinqing feel as if he was in the center of the endless prairie, and he was lying on the soft grass and snoring boredly without any worries.

The greenery on the windowsill became the only eye-catching thing in this quiet room, but Lin Yinqing felt that this was too much to ruin the silence of the atmosphere, so she didn't leave any extra eyes here, and instead looked at the high-definition full-color TV hanging on the wall in front of her.

Lin Yinqing leaned on the pillow, relaxing herself as much as possible, and it seemed that she was back in the military hospital in the capital, and this time she seemed to be the first patient after the renovation.

She hated the tentacle that played with her, and she wanted to curse angrily anytime and anywhere.

The virus had just slipped away from her body, and her physical strength had not yet fully recovered, Lin Yinqing knew very well that she couldn't do anything, she could only watch TV like an otaku girl, and maybe she could still use her mobile phone.

Lin Yinqing was watching the real-time news broadcast from the Middle East front, the picture presented on the television was obviously cut out, even the sound was just as incomplete, inside and out, except for the high-pitched pre-war speeches of Middle Eastern officers was the incomparably familiar and annoying roar of fighter engines.

She didn't want to look at it for just a few minutes, so she naturally put her legs together and pulled her short black hair behind her ears.

Lin Yinqing instantly bent down, and at the same time stretched his arms as far as his feet as far as possible.

The slight soreness couldn't stop her movements so skillfully and standardly, it just pricked her nerves repeatedly.

The legs with balanced flesh and bone have surprisingly good-looking muscles, and the smooth and beautiful line shape does not know how many girls dream of the object, because the double cultivation of taekwondo and dance when she was a child is the reason, and she also has extremely excellent ligaments, she easily stretched her hands over her toes, and she was more than half a palm.

Lin Yinqing didn't do it for long before he relaxed, thinking carefully about what to do after being discharged from the hospital.

The main base in the suburbs where 759 is located makes sense, and it may be possible to gather useful information there.

For a long time, these seemingly absurd tasks have always been left behind by Lin Yinqing at the most critical moment, and have become an eternal mystery in his heart.

Lin Yinqing has not returned to the battle sequence for a long time, following the frontal troops to fight with Iron Blood, on the contrary, all the tasks she has completed or are carrying out are all under the command of the 759 high-level, are they really frequently wrong in command? Or did they deliberately conceal the list of expatriates in a vain attempt to kill the team and themselves in lies and deceptions?

All of this was like a nightmare, hovering around General Lin Yin all the time, but the real evacuation operation was completely buried in one unreasonable mission after another.

The identity of the 759 Intelligence Department's top decision-making and command level seems to be using a tiger's battle to interrupt Lin Yinqing's ability to think, cope and judge as a normal person.

This is an unimaginable, extremely clever, deliberate erasure of soldiers, completely turning a person into a machine that can only fight, 759 with iron and blood seems to be completing this cage.

Lin Yinqing had enough time to deal with the situation on the battlefield, but she had completely abandoned the practice of questioning the top and a series of plans, and she was already lacking in this point.

Lin Yinqing had enough time to think, to think about the meaning of these battles, and to try to tie them together completely, and behind the accident was a mechanism that was not accidental.

Maybe? Should you make your own plan?

Lin Yinqing thought, looking back on the past few months of fighting like a headless fly scurrying around, his heart was empty, and the endless killing would eventually cover up his thinking about the whole state of affairs and things.

There's no doubt that every 759 fighter knows better than anyone else the importance of thinking and reason, but can everyone really do it all?

Lin Yinqing doubted the purity of the 759 leadership, but 759 didn't want anyone to doubt it, so he set up five free policies to numb the nerves of the detectives, making them outright monsters, villains who coveted fame and fortune but couldn't get both.

Lin Yinqing suddenly had an epiphany, and then lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking carefully about his future plans.

"Isn't that too individualistic, why do I have to do everything personally?"

It is true that Lin Yinqing is a strong opponent of Western-style individual heroism, and they often wrap themselves in the universal values of "freedom and democracy" to constrain one's worship and expectation of the collective and the so-called Red China.

But what she doesn't understand is why all the tasks that should be completed collectively are piled up on herself, which is contrary to the logic of 759's mission, but she can't question it head-on.

No matter from which point of view, it is necessary for Lin Yinqing to go to the 759 China headquarters in Xishan, the capital city, to ask for clarification, just in time to inquire about the whereabouts of the new uniform.

Lin Yinqing put on his slippers, stood in place with great vigor and sorted out the fat hospital gown, and he didn't know who was so intimate, there was just a more elegant casual dress hanging on the hanger, and the charming black was the main color, and the shoulder bag on the side said Grandpa Mao's "Serve the People"

The five big characters can't help but make people feel a different sense of age.

The heart is not as good as action, and the action is not as good as moving, Lin Yinqing changed into civilian clothes and walked out of the door of the ward.

In the shoulder bag, there is a smartphone, and the lock screen wallpaper is particularly eye-catching, with a strong meaning, but it is only four big words:

"Below the gram above"

The black shirt doesn't bring a visual freshness, but is as plain as boiled water, with no design in mind and no iconic pattern.

The bells and whistles that the shirt has given up in exchange for a comfort that people can't help but admire.

Lin Yinqing's slender figure is matched with the loose design of the shirt itself and makes her not feel a trace of stiff restraint, black pantyhose and light gray long skirt make this previously serious girl add a bit of liveliness and sexiness.

"Who can buy clothes that fit my body so well? Where did they get their data? ”