National School Prince Is A Girl

If it wasn't for the superb marksmanship just now, they even suspected it was a fake boss.

The little Douding stood beside them, their big eyes also watching this scene.

Parents wiped the corners of their eyes: "Quick, thank you uncles of the People's Liberation Army."

The little Douding did not speak. One of them pulled his mother's sleeve and leaned on his mother's ear and said: "There is a man in there who is a sister."

"You, there is no distinction between men and women, don't see good-looking people, just say sister."

With a smile, even if this topic is stopped.

However, the subject that cannot be passed is this hug in front of us.

Of course it must be something within the action team.

The person in charge came over and asked the man to hold the tattoo.

The man was no longer able to leave, but he still held a breath.

This also proves that the mission has been successfully completed and alive.

The tattoo man was lifted down. When he saw those wearing black facial tissues, his first reaction was that this was definitely not an ordinary armed policeman, and he must have come out of the army.

It's just that the other party's army was still wearing black masks, and they couldn't tell.

The people watching there, there is a journalist who wants to record this scene.

But Qin Mo first discovered that he glanced at the magician on the left.

The magician stepped forward, blocking the front of the camera: "Sorry, I can't take pictures, please hand over the film."

"Why? Sir, your heroic deeds should be reported to let everyone know how great this is. Without you, these children can't be rescued." The worker adjusted his angle and tried to capture Picture of Bo Jiu and Qin Mo: "Is that the school bus disguised as a doctor just now?"

The magician frowned, this time without hesitation, he directly took the camera, took it away, then quickly opened it, took out the memory card, and folded it into two sections.

"Hey! What's the matter with you! Don't think that the armed police are amazing, what do you do with my camera!" The man exploded immediately.

The magician didn't even understand the reason and walked back to Qin Mo's side: "boss, solved it."

"Close the team." Qin Mo said only two words.

The person in charge basically understood the situation there, and the worker was still clamoring there: "Unreasonable, I let more people know how many heroes they have, appreciate them, why these people are so proud , Even if I do n’t understand, I still break my stuff. "

In fact, as long as the worker is not so selfish, he should understand that it is good for himself not to let him shoot.

Imposing appreciation on others, but not knowing your own behavior, is likely to expose such a mysterious action team and become more dangerous.

World-class mercenary organizations are not weak.

Not only can they get information from your appearance, they can even screen and target from your clothing body combat habits.

The person in charge gave the guard a gesture, the meaning of the gesture was very simple, that is, the person was taken away, the more explanation, the more information leaked, and nothing was said at all.

Even he thought at first that the person who sent them this time was the armed police.

But when the person in charge saw one of them disguised as a doctor, that every move and the two perfect snipers that ordinary people just couldn't complete just now.

He knew that this was no armed police at all.

The special forces came out of his mind, but he didn't know the specific troops and the numbers.

These people stand tall and quiet, and even raise the gun with full force. When it's quiet, you don't even notice their existence.

Such special forces ... The person in charge changed his face and didn't say much.

The tattooed man was not convinced, and when his eyes crossed across Qin Mo, it was like seeping poison: "You guys are dead."

He spoke Burmese, like a poisonous tongue vomiting letters.

Qin Mo didn't even look at him.

Tattoo men's mouth overflowed with blood, his wrists were hanging down, and his eyes fell on Bo Jiu's face again: "Especially you, doctor."

Qin Mo had movements at this time, his figure was blocked, and his thin lips slightly opened: "You will not have that opportunity because you will die in Huaxia's prison."

After hearing the voice, the tattoo man's eyes were shocked, as if he could not believe it.

This voice ... this voice!

The existence like a demon.

Tattoo men will never forget, once there was a man who shot and killed ten of them, like ghosts and ghosts. Until the end, they did not find his position.

At that time, if there was no support, his life would probably be lost.

Just because the memory is too deep.

So even this voice cannot be forgotten.

The man who once destroyed them when they were the most brilliant and the most believers!

How could he not be psychologically implied?

How would it appear here?

Both the look and the face of the tattoo man changed, and after being sent to the police car, he was still in a daze.

It was the fear that was deep in the heart, and as the police car door closed, everything stopped.

The little Douding are still standing there, a little scared and want to talk: "Mom, Mom."

"Ok?"

"The brother dragged his sister like he was leading a kid."

"That's two brothers, don't admit it wrong."

However, it is indeed like leading a child, probably because one of them is too tall and has a black face mask on his face, while the other looks handsome but is really young.

Bo Jiu looked at his hand and was simply treated by the god.

Even she felt that the wound was optional for her.

But the wrist was held by the great god, and he could always feel the temperature under the thin skin, and he started like jade.

Obviously, Qin Mo has other things to do. It is not appropriate to lead Bo Jiu in this way.

So, some people who followed Boss in their own house saw what Boss pulled out of his trouser pocket and put it in the hands of the teenager: "Come over after eating."

Bo Jiu looked at the things in his palm, and he did not speak.

The magician who was closest to the two men was still walking, and hit the tree at once.

The hunter is better than him, at least not hitting the tree.

But after seeing this scene, the reaction is the same, a bit distorted.

The crown prince opened his mouth even more and wanted to speak, but after contacting the eyes of the big devil, he quickly raised his eyes and looked at the sky, blowing a whistle in his mouth, a look that I saw nothing.

My heart is already gossip!

What's the matter, grandma?

The mace was silent beside ... silence ...

But the little Doudings were not silent, turned their heads, and said again: "Mom, have you brought sugar?"

"Still thinking about eating sugar at this time?" The mother looked at her son's bloody arm and hugged it.

Xiao Douding pouted: "The big brother brought sugar to the little brother. I saw it, and it tasted orange. It's nice to have a brother. Mom, you and dad will give me another brother. If you are big, you can bring sugar to me. . "

Hearing the words, the mother was shocked and looked behind her. She saw the teenager who was just posing as a doctor, with a lollipop in her mouth, and one-handed trouser pockets, her expression was a little lazy, and her feet were caught by another child Tugging.

"Sister, ah no, my mother said you were a little brother. Didn't you just say that you gave me candy? Then you follow me."

The teenager stretched out an index finger and shook: "This can't be given."

"Why?" Xiao Douding had a little emotion.

The boy was unimpressed: "This was given to me by my captain. The person who sent it was different, and the meaning was different. Understand?"

Little Douding obviously doesn't understand, isn't it just a piece of sugar?

It's because the Crown Prince is tangled beside him, so the big devil's pocket is swollen because of the sugar?

Big devil, sugar ...

Who will link these two things together.

And the way the big devil coaxes the soldiers is to give sugar?

This way is a bit too pretty, right?

The crown prince envisioned that if the devil sent him a candy bar ... it must be more terrifying than the end of the world.

The crown prince shivered and reached down his arm.

It turns out that Prince Edward really thinks a lot.

The magician and the hunter stood beside him, and their thoughts had flown 180 degrees.

"something wrong."

"nonsense."

Even hug, give back sugar?

When did Boss go this way.

"Why do I always feel abused?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have never felt like a single dog like today ..."

I still said this bite my ear.

Because their family boss has completed the final communication with the person in charge here.

Very simple, a level of confidentiality.

"It is not allowed to spread, it is not allowed to bring it up, it is not allowed to have video materials, and no case analysis will be done in the near future."

Qin Mo's voice was very weak, but when it came out through the black face towel, he carried a kind of nobility again.

The person in charge is not confused. At this time, I already understood: "This ..." When he came here, he paused and continued: "Relax this comrade, we will definitely do the work afterwards."

Generally speaking, it is really impossible to control. When you have to give a specific introduction to a case, you should find the local armed police and let them say that they completed this task.

In Hua Xia, some people always do something, they can't even leave their names.

Because they need to deal with more brutal terrorist organizations.

The magician and the hunter were listening to their boss to communicate with each other. The more they felt that such a powerful aura was really in the wrong line.

Especially when the black scarf was worn on the boss's face, when they glanced over them, they were too much like the gangsters of Chinatown, and they looked like torrents.

Tell the truth, boss, you should n’t join the army, you should be a gangster, Dao Boss ...

The task is over.

Communication has also been improved.

Qin Mo reached out and tuned his phone away from flight mode.

But in an instant, I received a text message,

"Boss, this is the information you asked us to intercept, about the tenth ..."

Every recruit will be intercepted. This is a kind of defense for special forces. At this point, you have to be completely transparent.

Same for Bo Jiu ...