A War Between Spies

After reaching a certain tacit agreement, both Jetero and Ferdinand were much more relaxed, and then Jetero smiled: "For the convenience of cooperation, we still live closer, is there a place we live?"

Ferdinand looked a little hesitant, because this time Jeter came over to live with him. Of course, living together is a bit exaggerated, but certainly not as far away as before. Vertex fiction updated fastest

However, Ferdinand had intended to arrange Jetro to a faraway place, but now there is no cooperation to put it aside. The key is that after Jetero gained the dominance between the two people, Ferdinand wanted to settle in before. The place of Tro is not suitable.

After hesitating for a moment, Ferdinand nodded: "Just in the villa next door, there are eight bedrooms, you can live inside, but... I am now letting you clean up."

Just kidding, let Ferdinand clean up, and then let him put a bunch of bugs inside.

Out of professional habits, this room must be cleaned up by himself, but Yang Yi couldn't say this, but he didn't have to wait for him to speak. Jetero smiled and said: "No, don't bother you, let's come by ourselves. it is good."

Ferdinand looked awkward, but he still sighed at his own hands: "Take them in the past and ask the brothers to let the place out."

Yang Yi soon understood what Ferdinand had to let the brothers give up the place, because his injured family lived in the villa next door.

A bunch of broken arms must be no longer able to continue fighting, and watching is still very unsightly, so Ferdinand arranged them in the villa next door, originally certainly not for Jetro, but now he temporarily After deciding to give the place to Jedero, the wounded inside would have to make a place.

The villa is large and the living room is large, but the furniture looks a bit old, but it is a trivial matter. It is important that the villa's large living room is filled with people, everyone is hanging their arms.

In one night, Ferdinand’s men have been healed, but it’s still a hundred days. This arm has been folded, and it’s been half a year before it can recover and restore its ability to act. A frame, directly abolished half of Ferdinand's relationship.

There are six people in the living room. Everyone looks at Yang Yi. Their eyes are full of badness. However, when the limbs are in good condition, they can’t beat them. Now that their arms are folded, it’s not a brain to find trouble.

Therefore, these people can only use their eyes to vent their dissatisfaction. They can't even say swear words. They are all people who are looking for life on the tip of the knife. Who knows that they can't owe their mouths.

"Everything packs up your own things and changes places."

The people who came with Yang Yi were not very friendly. The people who were sitting and chatting together stood up one by one and were distracted.

After a while, six people came out one after another. Some people took a bag with one hand, and some hanged a gun around their neck. They took some other weapons in their hands, but Ferdinand sent the hands of the people. There is nothing to do with nothing but a little help.

At this moment, Zhang Yong was curious: "Hey, what about the monster?"

The monster is the **** one. The people sent by Ferdinand frowned and shouted at the people who were walking out of power: "What about monsters?"

A man twisted his head and looked at a closed door. He was weak and said: "Have it in it, Fak..."

The whisper cursed, and the returning person walked out slowly.

The people sent by Ferdinand frowned and opened a door. When the door opened, Yang Yi saw a small room in the living room, the black man was looking down to eat on the table.

To put it bluntly, the black man looks like a dog.

The monster's two arms were folded, and his arm was splint and wrapped with a bandage, which made him unable to eat with his own hands.

The room where the black man lived was not big, there was a big bed inside, there was a bedside table, a big column was placed on the bedside table, and there was a big soup pot, and the black man couldn’t use his hand, and no one fed him. So he could only lie on the ground and buried his head in the soup pot to drink soup.

The mouth took a sip from the soup pot, and then the black man took a bite on the big rowa with his head aside. At this moment, the person sent by Ferdinand looked disgusted: "Are you fucking? Get up, go!"

The man called the monster turned his head and looked at it, then he said with a sigh of relief: "I haven't finished eating..."

"roll!"

After being screamed, the black man turned his head to the side with helplessness, and after licking his mouth on the sheets, he tried hard to stand up.

Without the assistance of the arm, it is a very laborious thing to stand up from the kneeling position~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Especially if it is not adapted, it is easy to subconsciously help with the hand, and the black man is guilty. This mistake, the body awkward, and then reached out to help the ground, immediately let him hurt and could not help but screamed.

"Idiot, hurry up!"

Yang Yi couldn't help himself. He looked at the people sent by Ferdinand and screamed: "Enough!"

It’s not that Yang Yi is compassionate. He really can’t understand it. This black man is Ferdinand’s men, but he is a group with those people.

For Yang Yi, everything he saw made him unacceptable, and he was extremely incomprehensible. Even if he couldn’t do life and death together, could he even be a comrade-in-arms with the least amount of help?

Yang Yi walked quickly to the black big man, and both hands stretched out under the black man's armpits, forced, and then forced, and then the black big one was pumped up.

Yang Yi is not a small white face with no binding power. His face is white, but he is a muscular man who insists on exercising. However, the weight of the **** man is beyond his expectations.

After the black man stood up, he looked at Yang Yi with a complex look, and then looked at Zhang Yong with a very complicated look. Then he slowly walked down toward the door.

Yang Yi’s help made Ferdinand’s men very dissatisfied. He looked angry and said: “It’s a waste, you...”

A slamming sound, but Zhang Yongzheng took him a slap in the face.

Zhang Yong stretched his finger at the door, cold and cold: "Get out."

Ferdinand's face changed, but he didn't wait for him to get angry. Zhang Yong grabbed his hand and grabbed his neck. Then he said coldly: "Do you understand? Get out!"

At a glance, Ferdinand’s man took a few steps to the side and looked at Zhang Yong, but he immediately left without a word.