Luo Ji's fingers habitually tapped on the tabletop, and after a moment of thought, he asked, "Hoe rape, including He Wenxue?" ”

Joshua's body stiffened slightly, and after a while, he nodded heavily: "He has come to this point, although I am responsible, he also has to bear the consequences of what he has done, betrayal, and need to atone for his sins with death." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"We need your help." Decais said.

"What do you need me to do?" Joshua asked.

"He Wenxue will not leave the Military Intelligence Bureau for 24 hours now, and we have no chance to kill him, we originally wanted to find you to find a way, but now there is a ready-made one, ask him out in your name, I believe he wants to arrest you." Luo Ji said.

"Okay, I'll go." Joshua nodded.

Luo Ji hurriedly said: "No, I don't need you to go in person, I just need you one thing, just trick him out." ”

"I want to meet him." Joshua said affirmatively.

"It's too dangerous." Dicais stopped.

"You are now the backbone of the underground resistance organization in Zhongnan City, and you can't do such a risky thing." Luo Ji agreed.

Joshua suddenly smiled and said briskly, "Then you make a plan so that my trip is not too risky." ”

Luo Ji was stunned and blinked at Dekaith.

Decais also turned his head to look at Luo Ji, and then the two of them wailed and lay on the table.

In a room full of displays.

Xie Miao burst out laughing when she saw this, and shouted, "It's a play." ”

Anton crackled and tapped on the keyboard, wondering, "I don't think I made Joshua laugh." ”

"You're laughing." Xie Miao quipped.

Anton was stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed: "It's bad, I was so proud when I wrote this, I really made up my emotions into it." ”

Xie Miao burst into laughter: "You can't do it anymore." ”

The game that has not been carried out can be changed at will, and once the player has played it, it cannot be changed, and no matter how depressed Anton is, he can only watch this strange expression be stored in the file.

"However, your five mistakes are well summarized." Xie Miao complimented.

Anton gave him a blank look: "Lei Tou let me put it in." ”

As soon as the identity of Silla Ji was revealed, Reg had no scruples about doing things.

"When will Luo Ji come back?" Xie Miao asked.

Anton shrugged.

Luo Zhiyan should call him Lei Yang, he is not in a hurry to go back, training during the day, reading at night, playing games, the books were moved back by Rege, firearms, machinery, aerospace, command art, famous battles in history, the history of the earth's century-old anti-colonial war, etc., all kinds of things.

The game is naturally unkind, Reg no longer limits the time, but Lei Yang is very conscious, at most two hours will definitely go offline, coming back from the East China Sea, he really learned to be obedient.

Occasionally, Reg came back early, and the guard Xiao Zhang ran to the A3 team and asked Lei Yang to come back for dinner, after the meal, if Reg was fine, he casually asked him what books he had read, and chatted a few words about the content and opinions on the books, after three or five times, Lei Yang knew that he had basically read all the books that Reg had moved, and in order to talk to Reg more, Lei Yang read more actively.

Time passed calmly, Lei Yang became more and more accustomed to this kind of high-intensity training, his already very well-proportioned body was trained without a trace of fat, even through his clothes, he could feel the vigor and explosiveness of the inner muscles, like a leopard ready to kill its prey at any time.

The game of heaven and earth every night is also going on step by step.

Although He Wenwen refused to leave the Military Intelligence Bureau, his men still roamed around the city every day, saying that the best thing was to collect intelligence, and the more accurate thing was to fight the autumn breeze and take advantage of it.

Like them, the Yanguo people wearing the military uniforms of the Luo country, when they make a big fuss, someone will take care of it, and they will make a small fuss, the pickets of the Luo country will not bother to take care of it, and the people of the Yan country will dare to be angry and dare not speak.

Although they are not there to gather intelligence, the team members can always bring back some news from the corners. And, the article which I delivered on behalf of me, the letter.

"Team He, I met a man named Shanzi today, and said that someone asked him to hand over this small package to you." He Wenxue's subordinate, a man nicknamed Er Fat, handed over a small package wrapped in ordinary flower cloth to He Wenxue.

He Wenxue took it and pinched it, and his color changed slightly: "Who is Shanzi, do you know him?" ”

"Shanzi is a gangster on the road, he has a wide range of acquaintances, he usually sells some gossip, we all know him, he has the best relationship with Tugen'er, he was originally asked to give it to you, Tugen'er has diarrhea in the past two days, and if you don't come, I'll bring it back to you." The second fat said with a flattering face.

"Well, let's go down." He Wenwen snorted.

The second fat went out and closed the door gently, secretly congratulating himself on his luck. Shanzi is close to Tugen'er in the past day, and occasionally sends him a few gossip, although the news is not big, it sells well, and it can also sell a table of good food money, and the second fat is red-eyed, but he knows that although Shanzi is a gangster on the road, ordinary people can't talk to him, unless they buy his information, or have information that he is interested in selling to him.

Erfat is just an ordinary member of the Einsatzgruppen, how can there be any valuable information.

Today in the teahouse, I met Shanzi looking for Tugener, the second fat knew that Tugener did not come, so I said that I intercepted this work, and it can be regarded as a conversation with Shanzi, and I will be more attentive in the future, maybe Shanzi is in a good mood, and he will also send him one or two pieces of information to make money.

It wasn't until Er Fat went out for a long time that He Wenxue slowly opened the package in his hand.

Although he had guessed what was in the package, the moment he opened the package, He Wenxue's hands still trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned pale from excitement.

The package was not filled with real money, pearl agate, but a broken, child's little windmill.

The windmill is made of cigarette cases, one of the four corners is missing, and the remaining three corners are stained with blood, one of which seems to have been soaked in blood, and the original pattern can hardly be seen, and even the wooden stick that holds the windmill is fixed, and the blood stains can be clearly seen.

He Wenxue's tears fell without warning, and the more they fell, the more they fell, and finally they actually hugged the blood-stained windmill and curled up under the table and wept.

This was the first time he had wept since the death of his wife and children.

The blood-stained little windmill was made by him for his son, and the small wooden stick that fixed the windmill also has a great history, which is the chopsticks he used for many years when he was a guerrilla in the mountains.

That year, he was taken up the mountain by Tang Zhen, and when they ate together, they saw that everyone was looking for two small wooden sticks at random, and they were very dexterous when eating with vegetables, and he also learned from everyone to find two small wooden sticks, but he had never used chopsticks, and he used two small wooden sticks with different thicknesses, different lengths, and even not straight at all, so that he could pick up a little vegetable in half a day, and he was embarrassed to grab it with his hands in front of everyone, and he couldn't eat enough for several days.

When Tang Zhen saw it, he made a pair of chopsticks for him with a branch, and took off a piece of his pocket watch chain and connected it to the two chopsticks. It was the first gift He Wenxue received, he fought countless battles in the mountains over the years, traveled to several camps, and the pair of chopsticks were always kept by him, and he took them out when he ate, until He Wenxue followed Tang Zhen into the villa in Zhongnan City, it was not used, but it was not lost, and it was carefully preserved by He Wenxue.

Later, I didn't know how my son turned out the pair of chopsticks, the chain on the head of the chopsticks was long gone, He Wenxue used chopsticks to make a windmill for his son, and his son liked it very much and held it every day.

He Wenxue didn't know how long he had been sitting under the table, and when the knock on the door suddenly sounded, he suddenly realized that his legs had already been numb enough to walk, He Wenxue reluctantly moved his body to the chair, cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Come in." ”

"He, your dinner." A ranger walks in with a plate.

"Well, put it down, let's get out." He Wenxue said lightly.

Seeing that the door was closed again, He Wenxue slowly picked up the flower cloth wrapped in the windmill, looked for a while, and sure enough, he found a special pattern in the corner.

Taihua Western Restaurant is the first Western restaurant that Tang Zhen brought He Wenwen to.

Just like the first time he taught He literature with chopsticks on the mountain more than ten years ago, Tang Zhen taught He literature with a knife and fork for the first time at this Western restaurant five years ago.

Pushing the door in, He Wenxue didn't need to look for it, he had already seen Tang Zhen sitting by the window, the winter afternoon sun shining on his face through the window, He Wenxue noticed for the first time that Tang Zhen was no longer what he was when he first met more than ten years ago. More than ten years ago, Tang Zhen was in his twenties, and in the eyes of He Wenxue, who was five or six years old, he was elegant, handsome, like a person who came out of heaven, and even the hands stretched out to him were clean, full and slender. After a long time, He Wenxue learned to read and write, recalling the day he first saw him, and finally found a more appropriate adjective for his hand: artwork.

He is only in his thirties this year, his sideburns have grown flowery, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are also very obvious, his skin is no longer moist and plump, his eyes are blue and swollen under the slightly drooping eyes, and even the hand holding the teacup is covered with green tendons.

He Wenxue was grateful to him, if Tang Zhen hadn't taken him in and hadn't taken him up the mountain, even if he hadn't starved to death, he would have struggled to survive like a mouse in a certain corner. He Wenxue also hated him, not only because his wife and children died because of him, but also because Tang Zhen looked down on him and didn't trust him, no matter how hard he tried, in Tang Zhen's world, he would never be able to compare with him.

So he betrayed Tang Zhen and took refuge in the Luo army, and he wanted to make a career in the Luo army and prove his ability to him.

But now looking at Tang Zhen, who is obviously aging, He Wenxue can't tell what kind of feeling he feels in his heart.

Thinking that it was because he had been watched for a long time, Tang Zhen tilted his head slightly, and when he saw He Wenxue, he showed a faint smile.

The anger in He Wenxue's heart instantly overwhelmed him, did he look down on him so much, knowing that this was the territory of the Luo people, and knowing that he was bringing someone to arrest him, he sat there so peacefully, drinking coffee quietly, and smiling faintly at him.

He Wenxue took a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in his heart, and walked quickly towards Tang Zhen, he wanted him to see how he grabbed him with his own hands, put him in prison, and watched him make a vigorous career.