The members of the organization belong to special personnel, high-risk work, and enjoy a certain degree of protection.

Their residences are also arranged from above, and they are in the institutions, so to speak, the institutions are actually their homes.

The car stopped behind the police station, and a group of team members carried Xiaojie out of the car again and walked towards a secret door on the left-hand side.

Cloud Shadow sat on the roof of the car, watched them leave, was silent for a moment, and pulled the male god to follow.

has maintained a posture for many years, and the male god's movements are still a little stiff, and he can only let Yunying pull him away.

After walking through the door, you can clearly feel that there is a lot less air, the lights are dim, and there is a low sense of mystery.

The team member who walked in front of him had just stepped into the door of the hall, and he didn't know what he saw, so he immediately turned around and walked back.

"Stop!" A loud voice rang out from the hall.

A group of team members had a look of chagrin and weakness on their faces.

Yun Ying curiously pulled the male god to the front to be a melon-eating crowd.

In the hall stood a middle-aged man in uniform.

With a solemn and majestic face, he stared at the group of people who were about to apply oil on the soles of their feet.

A group of people silently turned around, lowered their heads to hide the annoyed expression of "It's really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold", and honestly shouted, "Director." ”

stood in a row, and thoughtfully went to get a chair and placed it in the middle for Xiaojie to sit, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, like a group of primary school students waiting to be trained.

Of course, they moved a chair for Xiao Jie to sit on, because they were considerate, but Xiao Jiujiu was also among them, and the director saw this conspicuous target at a glance, and his expression was a lot gentler, "Xiao Jie found it." ”

Xiaojie also lowered his head and called softly, "Director." ”

In his heart, he scolded such a group of teammates who were cheating, and as soon as he felt a little warmth, he began to pit him in a blink of an eye.

There is no doubt about the teammates.

A group of middle school directors saw that the director was no longer stretching his face, and he relaxed in an instant, his waist was not straight, and his standing posture was twisted. The director was not pleasing to his younger siblings, and began to boast to the director about their "ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty" in finding Xiaojie.

Like what:

"Director, you don't know what kind of wilderness Xiaojie this dead kid ran to."

"Director, look at this scar on my arm, it was caught by a lion that suddenly ran out."

"And my leg, which was broken when I was protecting Emperor Xiaojie."

"And Xiaojie's leg ......"

"By the way, Director, we have to take Xiaojie to treat a calf first."

"Yes, he just cried in pain!"

A group of people hurriedly lifted Xiaojie up and walked into the hall.

There's a school infirmary inside.

Xiaojie couldn't resist being lifted up, and his lungs hurt.

What does it mean to protect him from the wounded?

Where did the lion come from?!

And when did he cry!

That's nonsense!

"You ...... Mmmm......mm

As soon as Xiao Jie spoke, he was quickly covered by a team member.

whispered in his ear: "Don't talk, you don't want to listen to the director's nagging, do you?" Shut up if you don't want to! ”

"Mmmmmm Xiaojie blinked, indicating that he didn't scream.

Then, with his eyes downcast, he took his hand away.

Unexpectedly, the man clutched tighter, "No, we will take it away when we escape." ”

The strength of his hand was tight, and the fingerprints were removed from Xiaojie's face.

Xiaojie struggled to roll his eyes, although his body was dead, but he used it as an excuse.

I can be kind to him!