Chapter 287: The Cute Baby of the Pit Mother (6)

So, within just one month of entering prison, the original owner died of illness.

The original owner's wish was twofold. First, expose the true face of the woman and prevent her from having a relationship with her father as much as possible; Second, to protect his father from losing his life.

It's still early days.

The woman has not yet been brought back to the base, and the original owner has not yet made the impulsive decision to fight alone.

In the conference room, the main attacker and the main defender were in a stalemate, chattering and arguing.

Dill was annoyed by their noise.

"Bang" the solid wood round table was slapped hard.

"Shut up." The shouting was like a sharp sword, cutting the stalemate in an instant.

The two parties were stunned and looked at the source of the sound in unison.

"What else do you know to do besides arguing? Will this solve the problem? ”

Xu is dill's fierce appearance frightened people, and no one spoke out to deal with it for a while.

Dill looked in the direction where the head of the military department was sitting, and his gaze was still fierce: "The person who holds the power of the supernatural is now the main defender, so if you want to get the support of the troops, there are only two ways to go. ”

"First, continue to fight for darkness here, and let the zombies outside break through the defense line one by one; Second, if the soft doesn't work, the hard one will come, coercion and inducement, forced buying and selling, no matter what way you can get the dispatch order. ”

After saying this, Dill sat with her arms crossed and watched the play, and began to count 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1 in her heart.

As the last number falls.

The originally quiet conference room resounded with the sound of "clang" bench dragging, and a group of people hurriedly stood up and rushed towards another group of people.

In the last days, force is admired and strength is respected, so on such a disputed occasion, it is natural that we should also use our fists to speak and solve problems in the most simple and crude way.

The side of the main attack approached the side of the main defender step by step, and the expression on his face was fierce, "I ask you again, do you agree to dispatch the stranger to meet the enemy?" ”

Although he was shocked by the momentum of the group of people on the opposite side, after all, he had not yet received a fist, and the side defending it naturally did not give in easily.

"No, we should now wait for the Chief Executive's instructions."

"Wait, wait, I've been waiting for three days, and if I wait any longer, the entire defense line will completely collapse, how long will you still cower."

With a "bang", the idle seat on the side was overturned and hit the ground hard, making a huge sound.

Although the main defender shrank slightly, he still had the courage to say: "You can't dispatch the team of the Stranger, such an impulsive dispatch will cause unnecessary casualties, we should"

However, before the man could finish speaking, his whole body was overturned to the ground, including his chair.

His back slammed into the ground, and the chair in front of him weighed down on his chest.

Before he could recover and get up from the ground, the man stepped forward, his strong body pressed against him, his eyes were wide open, and his voice became more and more impatient: "Don't talk so much nonsense, just tell me to agree or disagree?" ”

"No"

As soon as the man said a word, he was punched heavily on the left side of his face.

"No"

The man said just one more word, and he was punched in the right cheek.

The fists of "bang bang bang" were like raindrops, and they continued to fall on the man's face and body one after another.