"Old sir. ==" The green voice sounded behind Lao Wang, which made him think of the four words of killing people and killing his mouth, and at the same time wondering in his heart whether shouting for help would have an effect. But he gave up, believing that the man behind him would break his neck before he could shout.

"I don't want to trouble you, so please make it easy for me too," the man said.

Lao Wang nodded like a chicken running to broken rice, did he dare to say that it was not good

"Thank you very much, now please stand up and walk forward, and just check until you reach a hundred."

Lao Wang was very cooperative to get up, it was a little difficult for him to stand up with old arms and legs, he was just an ordinary person, and it was inevitable to talk about it when he was old. The man behind him reached out and grabbed him and helped him up. Lao Wang didn't dare to look at his face, but sighed in his heart that this was a good boy. But after thinking about it, if this is a child, he is so powerful at a young age, it seems that he really didn't catch up with the good time back then.

At this time, the armor warrior had already re-covered the nano battle armor, and before the mask finally fell, the sunlight happened to shine on his face, which was a very beautiful face.

When he was sixty-seven, he had already taken Miyamoto with him, and wandered through the alleys in the early morning, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people.

When Miyamoto woke up, he was already lying on his bed. The director and the group leader-level judge of the Wind Forest Volcano were all standing in front of his bed, their eyes all so sad. Miyamoto suddenly wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while, and when he saw the expressions of these people and the dead people, Miyamoto was in a bad mood.

"The boss is awake" There is no heresy court about the title of the boss, only the people of the six groups of wind forest, volcano and dark thunder under the command of Miyamoto will call him that. Except for the first time, he will be called the deputy director, or the executive officer.

The director sat on the edge of his bed, falling asleep on his stomach, holding his hand tightly before going to bed, thinking that she was really worried.

Miyamoto glared at the men who wanted to make a fuss, and signaled them to shut up quickly.

"How long have I been unconscious," Miyamoto said, putting the clothes he held over the chief, and he suddenly wanted to die now, three hours before the battle with Hilton, he had just made a pre-death confession with him, in the church. When he had said what he was going to do, he had not even had a chance to speak to him, so he put her unconscious on a church bench and went to the funeral.

He originally thought that he would die there, the name of the red dragon was not blown out, even if he went, he would die, who knew that he would survive. Then the rest may be awkward.

"It's been almost 58 hours. Top dog. "Someone said.

"It's been more than two days." Miyamoto muttered, "The task should be tomorrow night, and the teams are ready to make sure nothing goes wrong." ”

"Yes" shouted in unison, so angry that Miyamoto almost didn't draw his sword on the spot, and it was difficult to explain when he woke up.

As soon as he wanted to move, he heard the chief of the bureau say in a muffled voice, "Don't move." The two words gave the whole room a restraint technique, and no one dared to move, "Let me lie down for a while, you can lie down for a while, and the task is not in a hurry." ”

"Okay." Miyamoto responded quickly.

Everyone is not a waste without eyesight, and if they are left as a light bulb in this situation, they may have to eat a stick in the future, and everyone quietly withdraws.

The moment the door closed, the director suddenly got up, Miyamoto was startled, only to see the director kiss him so strongly, Miyamoto felt that if he refused at this time, he would be humanely destroyed.

Both of them have little experience, and they kissed for a long time until they were panting, and when they separated, the director had red eyes, "Do you have to go?"

"I came back alive."

"If there is such a mission next time, and you still go so willfully, can you guarantee that you will come back alive every time?"

Miyamoto sighed lightly and took her over with both hands, "Ariel, you have to understand that we are not young people anymore. Life and death are normal things in the Inquisition, our hands have long been stained with blood, and a good death is such a luxury for us. ”

"So, you suddenly confessed to me, and then stunned yourself and sent yourself to death, have you considered the feelings of me, the person who was confessed?"

Miyamoto's expression became embarrassed, if his actions that day were put in a literary work, it would be a poignant love story, going to the death to kill a person for the world, and before leaving, he confessed enthusiastically to his boss who had been secretly in love for many years, and then went to kill people with a knife. It's a storyline that brings tears to your eyes.

But if this is put in reality, it is a conceited scumbag who runs to his death and forcibly confesses before leaving, and then regardless of how sad the heroine is after his death. If that's the case, the male protagonist shouldn't confess, and he has to make a confession before he dies, is this to let the family be widowed for you?

"Kiss me." Ariel only has those two words.

Miyamoto became overwhelmed, no matter how dull he was, he knew what was behind these two words. But Ariel won't give him a chance, and turns over and gets into bed, and the situation doesn't allow Miyamoto to make any other choice.

The group of people standing outside the door who tried to eavesdrop suddenly heard some kind of indescribable voice, and their faces turned pale for a moment, it is okay to eavesdrop on talking, but eavesdropping on this, if the director Ariel knows, he will definitely be killed

The moment the sound was heard, everyone scattered, and some people dragged away some dead ghosts who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and who wanted to listen for a while.

The members of the task force involved in the assassination of Hilton that day began to write reports, all of which were realistic, but for the last person who rescued Miyamoto, the person who wrote the report summarized him as Miyamoto's person. And to be able to desperately rescue Miyamoto Yu in that situation, this must be a guard comparable to a dead man.

It's just that the report is finished, but no one dares to send it at this time, because the two have been doing it all day, and the sweet moans keep coming out, and now no one dares to approach it.

Although the mission report must be presented to the superior within twenty-four hours, this is also the efficient working attitude of the Inquisition. But after thinking about it, the person in charge who wrote the report didn't dare to knock on the door to disturb the two people inside.

(End of chapter)