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Chapter 718 The strength of the top of the clouds! 【2 more】(1/2)

Chapter 718 The strength at the top of the clouds! [2 updates]

"Buzz-"

The giant sword made of steel bars vibrated violently and suddenly rose into the air.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, and a series of explosions sparked off sparks.

The giant sword slashed straight into the sky.

In the underground shelter, the investigators from both sides widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

After Tan Jingmo was shocked, he quickly calmed down.

This is Si Fuqing's true strength.

It seemed like she was recovering well, so he could feel relieved.

On the stealth fighter plane, all members of the revenge organization, including the youth, were also stunned.

How is this possible?

There are actually S-class evolvers inside T18 and Zero?

An evolver who can manipulate steel?

One person was so horrified that he simply couldn't believe it: "Captain, he -"

Before I could finish what was to come, the giant sword had already struck the stealth fighter.

It fell apart instantly!

Everyone in the plane was also shaken out by the huge shock wave.

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion sounded again, but this time it was members of the Revenge organization who were bombed.

All four stealth fighter jets were engulfed in flames.

Screams rang out, and ashes and debris fell one after another.

Roland waved his hand: "Brothers, come with me to see if anyone is alive. Capture them all and interrogate them carefully."

The T18 investigator who came with him followed behind him.

After Si Fuqing confirmed that all the stealth fighters had been destroyed, he jumped down from the rocks.

She walked to each door and pressed a series of passwords.

The door to the ground opens and light pours in.

Tan Jingmo looked at the girl who walked in quietly.

They don't have the same face, and their ages are completely different.

But he knew that this was his little junior sister.

Five years.

Five full years have passed, and she seems to be more independent and able to stand alone.

This was also the first time that Si Fuqing met Tan Jingmo after many years.

It’s hard to express in a thousand words at once.

It was she who broke the silence first: "Let me state in advance that I am not here to save you."

Tan Jingmo glanced at her and said lazily: "I know, you came here specifically to clean up the revenge organization and stopped by to save me."

Si Fuqing: "...You can think of it this way."

The excuse given by Third Senior Sister is good.

Then she wouldn't explain it.

When facing Tan Jingmo, Si Fuqing did feel guilty.

But she soon became confident.

She is already so old. If she is not dead and has skipped three years and is not far from thirty years old, why can't she fall in love?

She has not yet argued with Tan Jingmo about his use of double seniority to suppress her.

"Come on, Margaret." Tan Jingmo didn't know what his junior sister was thinking, so he patted her shoulder and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is Zero's chief, who has no disguised face."

"Don't you care about looks? In the past, if you met someone good-looking during a mission, you would be more gentle."

Hearing this sentence, Yu Xiheng raised his eyes and smiled lightly: "Huh?"

Si Fuqing looked at Tan Jingmo with a death smile, and his fist was very hard.

You're gone, dick.

What nonsense are you talking about in front of her boyfriend?

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Tan Jingmo said calmly, "We will be a family from now on, and we can let go of all our grudges."

Si Fuqing didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned her head away, and refused to look at Dao who kept locking her gaze: "Evacuate all the brothers first."

"Yeah." Tan Jingmo nodded, "Go to the temporary stronghold."

Soon, thousands of branch members of Zero and T18 entered a building that Tan Jingmo had just bought not long ago.

Si Fuqing gave medicine to the injured investigators.

"Little...Margaret." Tan Jingmo called her from behind, "I need to see you if I need anything."

Si Fuqing had just arrived at Yu Xiheng's lounge and didn't look back: "Wait a moment, I'm busy."

Tan Jingmo glanced at his watch: "Okay, I'll give you ten minutes."

Ten minutes should be enough for Junior Sister to beat someone up.

Tan Jingmo walked out.

Roland also followed.

The door is closed.

There were only two people left inside, Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng.

Roland buried his face in his beard and couldn't bear to look at it.

Their poor chief.

This is like personally delivering Chief Margaret into the mouth of the big bad wolf.

He must try his best to reduce his sense of existence. It would not be good if he laughs out loud for a while.

**

indoor.

Si Fuqing picked up the gauze and asked coldly: "Are you injured?"

Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice: "No."

Si Fuqing stared at him and issued an order: "Turn around and let me check."

He was also very obedient and turned around obediently.

Si Fuqing reached out and took off his shirt.

She touched it and found that there were indeed no new scars, and it still felt as good as ever.

Yu Xiheng said: "Qingqing, you——"

"Prisoners are not allowed to speak until it's time for questioning!" Si Fuqing was still cold, "Let me check below...what are you going to do? Just roll up your trousers! I won't let you take them off!"

Yu Xiheng put down his hand and said thoughtfully: "So that's it."

Si Fuqing gritted his teeth: "Prisoners are not allowed to think wildly. What are you thinking about all day long!"

Does she look like she wants to strip him naked?

Si Fuqing bent down and checked his legs, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem.

Yu Xiheng suddenly said: "Qingqing, I am now the deputy director of the operations department."

Si Fuqing: "...?"

What's wrong with you, dick?

Si Fuqing's fist became hard again.

He looked into her eyes and called slowly: "Sir Margaret."

She knew that his voice was very pleasant, especially when he said her name.

The cold voice had a bit of a smile.

It's like a feather falling on the tip of the heart, plucking the heartstrings bit by bit.
To be continued...
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