Why join us?

Wen Cheng had been practicing this problem for a long time, but under the gaze of Night Rose, he had forgotten all about it.

I couldn't do it if I wanted to nail or scratch my hair, so I had to grab my sister's palm, and Xiaozhu seemed to know that his brother was in a state of contemplation, so he had to let him scratch it.

Where to start? Why does every beauty throw out a very serious question for me to answer? The question of the overnight rose is very simple, just like a great talent has to ask the boss of the company, why should I work for you?

1. I have a lot of money. This one of the true groups does not match, not to mention that judging from her equipment, there is no shortage of money at all.

Second, my true group has many benefits and beauties. But the other party is also a woman.

Third, we have a good momentum, potential stocks, and you will be a veteran after joining now. It seems to be empty words.

This is the time to clarify your goals.

However, Wen Cheng looked at her and asked, "What about you, what is your belief?" ”

You don't have to think about it to know how Night Rose will answer.

The two fell silent, and Xiaozhu behind them also drooped weakly.

This is a heavy question, and perhaps the rhetorical question is hiding something?

"The True Group will be a righteous existence," Wen Cheng said slowly, "We have officially declared war on Asmo and the Solomon Foundation, so ......"

"Looking for death?" Night Rose replied.

"No, on the contrary, that's exactly what attracted you to join."

I hope so.

The beauty in front of you can dive into such a dangerous place with determination, she must have a unique ideal.

Night Rose was very dissatisfied with this answer, the young man in front of him really took himself too seriously.

After falling silent again, Night Rose rose to look at the western sky.

Wen Cheng stared at the woman's back, his eyes lost focus because of confusion.

I've kept my name shut all the time, and I know everything about my situation.

Who the hell is she?

Obviously there is another impulse in my heart, hoping that she can join.

If you can see such a figure every day, it seems that you can be a hundred times more energetic.

There is no need to mention the oppression brought by Liu Zhen, the poignancy brought by Su Meng, the cuteness and stubbornness of Xiaozhu, and the peace of mind brought by Catherine.

It is a sense of trust that is closer to her comrades-in-arms, and the feeling that you can entrust her with a lot of things.

She is much more mature than Liu Zhen and Su Meng, and she can calm down just by looking at her eyes, after all, she can ambush motionless, just for the last bullet.

Wen Cheng's heart beat slowly, his lungs couldn't move, and his trachea seemed to freeze, giving rise to another reason because he had been staring for a long time.

The black hair that is braided by the ribbon is looking forward to looking long and supple when it is draped.

Slender and shiny, from the shoulder, waist to the ankle, the curve is integrated.

Those parts that are unique to women, the night rose vividly shows them in front of you.

His eyes refused to take his eyes off no matter what, attracting Wen Cheng's gaze like a magnet.

After all, it's a man, and more and more distractions are filled.

After last night, Wen Cheng understood what kind of temptation such a body amounted to.

“……”

Grunted, swallowed his saliva violently, and before losing his mind, he desperately appeared the quiet and thin figure of the beauty in blue.

Femininity, Su Meng has, but not so delicate.

It's obviously some kind of exciting and heart-pounding mood, but she has to look away and tell herself that she is just a subordinate she wants to recruit, but she can't look away from it.

Single-mindedness is my credo.

But for your sake, Meng'er, I must recruit her to my advantage, and resist this temptation every day.

If it is said in a grand manner, it will be too much for Meng'er.

He knew better than anyone else that he was really blocked.

What to do?

What to do?

I really want the real group to get the beauty in front of me, what should I do?

Even Wen Cheng, who has always been resolute, has to bow his head in the face of such a sense of calmness and distance.

If you run into a problem, start over.

First of all, the truth is that I did become a hero in everyone's eyes.

Just, heroic.

Just as Liu Zhen and Meng'er expected, just as Director Zhang, Mayor Ye, Dao Yan, and Qiao Song expected, I gradually grew up, and my mind was completely beyond the category of students.

I embarked on the path of magic and gained the heart of my beloved.

But Princess Fusu's cool eyes suddenly flashed in my mind, and she gave me a completely different feeling.

Is it right to be cruel at a certain moment?

Why would I be on the lookout for a pregnant woman at the subway station?

But why was it so decisive when calling for gunboats to shoot indiscriminately?

Wen Cheng has become a contradiction, just because of the back of the Night Rose.

He shook Xiaozhu's hand tightly, and lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

Justice, what a burden.

What is the trade-off between life and death?

Is it "fair" to treat everyone equally?

Or do you give priority to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and call them "justice"?

Why is more and more of the burden coming over?

Why is Liu Zhen duplicitous, why does he do his best to save the child, and why does he cast a wall of fire.

Why did she end up in a worse and worse situation when she was so kind and righteous?

Idealism? Smelly temper? It's all superficial.

Because—

Justice is incomprehensible, and the end of justice is only endless killing, exhaustion and remorse, and finally death.

Killing enemies and killing innocents may seem opposites, but there are times when they become intertwined. For the sake of this justice, even innocent people no longer feel guilty.

The simplest arithmetic of not caring about saving more people than killing people, and guilt comes from witnessing death itself.

Therefore, justice is a false proposition.

Justice is the interest of the strong. (—Plato, The Republic)

But what can I do to convince her? Am I the strongest?

Wen Cheng looked at the sky in amazement.

Even though it was daylight, looking at the other side in the blue and dark clouds, he couldn't help but think of the night in the previous reincarnation.

The city is a mixture of blood and fire, and the night is so focused and quiet.

What does the beauty in front of him represent, what Wen Cheng is missing, everything is slowly spliced together in his heart.

Since he was determined to stay and fight a decisive battle with the Doomsday Fleet, perhaps it was also because of the night sky, because of the expectation that it would appear every day, so that the pressure of the day could melt and dissipate in the night.

What I am striving for, above Su Meng, is nothing more than the planet itself, the place called home, and sleeping peacefully in this night every day is the happiness of children and the happiness of the elderly.

In the process of looking up, something is slowly reviving in my mind.

The stars in the sky come and go, but who has seen them seriously?

I'm busy day after day, complaining about social injustice, but the beauty hangs overhead, so why not take a look?

"I see."

Reasons to let you join.

Wen Cheng looked at the figure of Night Rose again.

At this moment, some kind of dazzling light slowly shone and emerged.

The color is white.

White particles of light suddenly poured out from the top of Wen Cheng's head and pupils, slowly decorating the air on the roof with white light. Like nebulae, the particles of light danced around the night roses, gradually filling every void around her, forming a field of light.

But suddenly, the light particles mutated, turning into black and white gray crystals, and vibrating violently in the air, like a rainstorm, like an avalanche, wrapping the night roses tighter and tighter.

Completely ignoring the burning sensation and panic that was invading her body, Night Rose looked at the boy firmly, breathing slightly and rapidly as she gathered the urge to be conquered.

It was some kind of aggression, but it didn't make her angry.

"Night Rose, no matter who is on your assassination list," Wen Cheng smiled indifferently, "the Shinnogumi will kill faster." ”