Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Although he was also wearing military uniforms, he looked like an inside man.

“Yunting is five years older than me. We're pretty good at our age.” The trees landed and responded.

“Well, heh, I've been thinking too much. I had no idea you were so young. ”

“Mr. Cho, if you're all right, you can go check out the rehearsal over at the family building. I have an important task ahead of me today. ”

Important mission?

Mr Qiao looked at the trees and shook his head helplessly.

Playing with women in the office is an important task? This sergeant is good at everything. It's just a matter of style! I have to go back and tell the boss, how did you get this unstable hairy boy to run the Nineteenth Army?

When Mr Qiao left, Yunting went on to talk about Sakurajima.

The Sakurajima State Secret Service basically followed the method of raising killers in the ancient Chinese summer.

That's the spread of the net, the cruel competition.

They recruit hundreds and thousands of times more children to train, compete and kill each other, and wait for the last few to come out of the bloody sea of the Mountains before they can truly enter the intelligence organization.

These individuals who enter intelligence organizations are often subject to various controls.

Their lives can be sustained only by the fulfilment of their tasks, and if they fail, only by death. As for the betrayal of the organization, it would be worse.

So on the Sakurajima side, they don't mind the nationality of the children, let alone the yellow people, even black and white children, who will be captured and nurtured.

The only way a human being can survive is when he or she has been educated in this death education since childhood. It's actually very controlling.

“So you don't believe Inoue Ki either, do you? ”

“I don't know. But before I could judge my enemies, I chose not to judge. You'd better be able to control your emotions before you can determine who he is. You are now a covert group. ”

This time, in order to prevent people like Mr. Cho from coming to the door, Yunting deliberately locked the door to talk to the trees.

Their military district offices have excellent acoustic insulation and a variety of wiretap protection measures, making it the safest place to speak.

The trees nodded and let go of the matter for now.

……

On October 1st, the trees rose early in the morning, dressed in white sportswear and mixed with Yunting in the crowd watching the ceremony.

In China Summer, the eleventh National Day, celebrating the national celebration, the wage earners can take a few days off, and the capital city of Antemen will also have lively parades.

The people of Yanjing will also get up early in the morning to see my military posture in Huaxia.

This will be followed by speeches from leaders, meetings and other activities.

In short, the day of national rejoicing is also the most active time for spies and reactionary organizations from all sides.

Cloud Ting's location is internally arranged, sort of in the front row of the crowd, and it's also the clearest to see.

Huaxia's soldiers, standing tall, walking neatly and wearing nice military uniforms.

The trees looked at them and turned to look at the clouds.

Yunting bounced her little brain door with a laugh and whispered in the ears of the trees: “What are you thinking? ”

In the early morning, the weather was cold, the heat from the lips of the clouds quickly formed a white smoke in the air, surrounded by the ears of the trees, a little warm and a little itchy.

“I was wondering, luckily you didn't go to the square. ”

“Oh?”

“Otherwise my enemies will increase by a few hundred more.” The trees whispered in their little mouths, and it was a bit of a pain: