[Thank you all for the red envelopes! I’m so touched~ Digua will continue to take the extra-regular route~]
"Tong Yao, let's talk about the next question now..." He held her chin, with persistence in his eyes, and asked what bothered him most, "Why do you call me 'Mr. Qin'?"
Just now at the airport, her understatement of "Mr. Qin" easily aroused all his anger, causing him to violently bring her back and lock her up for two hours.
She should be grateful that she was locked up for these two hours! It might be even worse if she faced him in a rage.
Just like what he said: I'm in a bad mood and don't want to hurt her
Tong Yao was stunned, and a layer of loneliness instantly overflowed from his eyes...
At the same time, somewhere in the Asian continent, a luxurious building
The room is filled with all kinds of advanced electronic equipment, and the walls are inlaid with large and small screens, all of which are transmitting holographic images from all over the world.
A man held a cigar between his fingers and occasionally shook his eyes with yellowed fingers. He never took a sip for a long time.
"Commander!" The side door next to him was pushed open, and a man in military uniform came in and gave a respectful military salute. "The people we sent out are back to answer!"
"Oh?" he said in a longer voice with a bit of interest.
There was a hint of sarcasm flashing across his eyebrows: The image in Moscow has obviously disappeared, which means that the mission there has failed... What is he doing here with his life back?
Do you really think he is an important government official who will be reported for work-related injuries and medals?
"He's right outside. Do you want to...carry him in?" The man in military uniform hesitated for a moment, considered his words, and asked carefully.
"Bring him in?" He suddenly laughed, his deep and suppressed laughter hidden in the dim light, making his whole person look much darker, "Then bring him in..."
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When the killer was carried in, he had an annoyed and depressed look on his face, without the heroic spirit and ambition of "Jing Ke assassinating Qin" a few days ago.
The whole person was in a state of decadence.
"My legs are useless" he said, that's all
"I can see..." He replied elegantly, shaking the cigarette butt in his hand. The faint smell of cigar floated into the air, and the small space was filled with the smell of cigar.
"I can't kill her." The killer looked dull. He paused for a few seconds and suddenly raised his head in dissatisfaction. "Why didn't you tell me that she had a back-up?"
His words were full of questioning!
If he knew that the person standing behind her was Qin Muyuan, even if he had a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to challenge her rashly! Isn't this asking for death? Isn't this pushing him into a pit of fire?
"Backstage?" His questioning made the man hidden in the darkness stunned. He frowned and leaned over, pulling Lian out of the darkness. "What is her backstage?"
He really doesn't know this!
What kind of background can a small intern and a young reporter who has not yet obtained an official press card have?
Because of confusion, the obvious scar on the side of his face became more obvious, almost distorted, and quickly transformed into a ferocious appearance under the light.
"Huh!" The killer snorted coldly, showing that he didn't believe that he, a military commander, had not investigated her background in advance, so he suddenly drew his gun in the next second and pointed it at the man who had returned to the darkness, "You are kidding me.
?!"
He must have known about her backstage and let him go on purpose, just to push him into the fire pit on purpose!
This move is cruel enough!
No wonder he deliberately tried to bail him out of prison, but it turned out that he had used a different method to let him die...
"Do you have to talk with a gun?" His expression turned cold for a moment, and he looked at the man whose legs were missing, with a hint of murderous intent in his tone, "I don't like this very much..."
"My legs are ruined! I don't care whether you like it or not?" He finally roared angrily, tightened the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and pointed it at the man in front of him, "I want a double commission for mine.
, and then agreed to let me fly away!"
"Hehehe..." A low laughter came from the darkness, and the voice was full of ridicule, but he nodded unexpectedly, "Okay."
When the killer relaxed, he slowly added: "I just don't know if you have any life, come and spend it..."
The killer looked stern, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his gun again, but still couldn't get ahead of him——
There was a muffled "ping" sound, and blood sprayed on the electronic screen next to him, dyeing a brilliant bloody arc, and he fell down unwillingly under the bloody screen with his eyes open...
"Deal with this person," he threw away his gun and told his subordinates who rushed in. At the same time, he ordered in a cold voice, "Go and find out who is behind the little reporter he just said?"
"Commander, it's a bit difficult to investigate the information now..." The person on the other side looked embarrassed - these information must pass through the national security network, and their "official and private use" is illegal.
"Huh?" His face darkened.
"The central government has sent people down. It's best to stay away from the wind these days." The subordinate suggested awkwardly, and then explained, "It is said that that person is very difficult to deal with..."