Cthulhu Gonfalon

The deputy in charge of the espionage returned to his office. After thinking for a while, he let the department go down to Chawwood’s whereabouts.

About five minutes later, the subordinates reported Wood's current position.

"It was there..." After thinking about it, nodded and sorted it out, he took a few people out and went straight to the small hotel.

After about ten minutes, he came to the door of the hotel.

This is a restaurant in the civilian area, the size is small, and the store is a bit old. However, the fragrance from the store is very charming, enough to evoke the appetite of everyone, even if he is not hungry, smelling this seductive fragrance, can not help but feel that the stomach is a little empty, what to eat.

So he walked in through the open door and saw Wood sitting on the table against the wall, facing the door.

Wood is a person who occupies a table. The table is full of various southern specialties. If three or five ordinary people gather, they may not eat so much.

He came in with a few people, and Wood saw it at a glance. But Wood didn't react, he was still eating and drinking.

From the situation of the cups and saucers on his desk, he may be able to eat so many dishes by himself.

The in charge did not speak, went straight to Wood and sat in the face with him.

"There are too many dishes on this table. It is a waste when one eats," he said.

"No waste, I have finished eating." Wood replied.

“Do you mind if I divide it?” he asked.

"Don't mind, please."

So he asked the buddy for a pair of cutlery and began to eat it.

There is no doubt that although this in charge has good strength, it is definitely not comparable to Wood. The same is true for food intake – most of the powerful warriors have an incredible amount of food, with rare exceptions.

After about half an hour, Wood finally sat full of food and looked at the dish bowl that was almost empty in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

"I haven't eaten so comfortable for a long time!" he said.

Sitting in front of him is already full, and put down the tableware for a while. At this moment, he finally finished eating and smiled and asked: "You don't want to tell me, come back specially, just to eat this meal?"

Wood looked at him and smiled and shook his head.

"How much do you have to eat and stay with me?"

"no problem."

So the two got up, Wood called the buddy, settled the account, used a long-skinned sword as a stick, and took a small bag behind his back and took the lead. The in charge is followed by the few silent people who are always silent, and they are not relaxed in one step.

They walked unhurasly, and after about half an hour, they walked to a cliff outside the city.

The entire "Supreme Tower" is actually a city built on a high cliff. When the masters of Imia Lamperus took their priests and waded through the mountains, they opened up the country of the Master, and in this place, they cast amazing legendary spells. The plateau has risen hard and rises to create the foundation of the tower of the highest.

Later, the city was built on the high cliff created by the master of Lamperus, almost on all sides to the edge of the high cliff, only the only one near the front, and some free ground.

Look out here, the scenery in the distance is vivid, when the weather is good, you can see the mountains at the foot. When the weather is bad, you can see the sea of ​​clouds at the foot. The name of "the highest" comes from this.

Wood walked to the edge of the cliff, completely ignoring the horrible environment in which the foot would be smashed in the next step, sitting on the cliff and swinging his legs directly out of the cliff.

At this moment, his posture is very dangerous. I am afraid that if he comes to a strong wind, he can blow him off the cliff.

What will happen if you blow it down?

It will give trouble to the corpse, because it is unlikely that the full corpse will be found. They need to take some time to piece together.

Some powerful professionals can mix a person's bones with the bones of three dogs, and then distinguish them in a short period of time, and then piece together them into a living appearance. The corpses of the Supreme Tower often need to clean up the corpses that fell from the cliffs. Many people have also practiced this school.

However, there is no doubt that you should know that this savvy collector is a master, and the reward cannot be low.

Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help but smile.

“How high are you now?” he asked. “If I jump from here, your salary for one month is enough to hire someone to piece me together?”

The face of the manager was black: "Are you back in a thousand mountains and waters, just to ask me to have a meal, then let me have a few words?"

"No, no, you are completely wrong." Wood said with a smile. "First, I didn't plan to invite you to dinner. I originally wanted to eat it by myself."

"Second, you are not going to make a joke. Wait until you are really ready to jump, right?" The receiver took over.

"...this depends on the outcome of our negotiations," Wood said.

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere that was originally very relaxed became heavy in a moment.

The sigh sighed and walked to Wood's side, and he sat as if he had pulled his legs out of the cliff.

"How many years have we been sitting and chatting together?" he asked. "Is there twenty years?"

"Twenty-two years." Wood replied, "Since we joined forces to kill the Grey Eagle, you washed your hands and went to work as a civilian, and I went to the country of Qianquan to host an intelligence station... From then on, we I haven’t chatted like this again."

"Yeah... twenty-two years!" The insult sighed deeply. "You look so young, I am old."

"You are almost ten years older than me, 40 years old and 50 years old. The difference is obvious." Wood said with a smile. "Not to mention that I am now a high-ranking ranger, aging is better than you." Slow. Now, there is nothing strange about it."

"Sometimes I also want to, let's not bring together the old classmates of the year, and get a party or something."

"It's not easy." Wood shook his head. "The fear of being alive is not much."

"It's very easy." The in charge said, "Look, let's get together now."

Wood stunned and asked, "Is there two left?"

"Yes, we are left." The smile on the face of the distraction, "Spy elite training class, the 1906th graduates, only have left us."

Wood sighed softly: "Not surprising, there are not many people."

"So I don't want to die anymore." In charge, "In particular, it is our squad leader who is going to die. It was the youngest, but the most capable."

Wood was silent for a while and said: "This wish is hard to achieve."

“It’s not too difficult.” The in charge said, “As long as you take a step back.”

He pointed to the cliff under his body: "The cliff is here, and if you don't jump, you will not die naturally."

Wood smiled and smiled.

"Do you know what I am doing back?" he asked.

In charge of shrugging, it does not matter, saying: "The left and right are only aggrieved, come back to quarrel. The guy in the north wind is really out of order, actually really confused by you, even the contents of the mission tell you."

Wood is silent.

"I know, arrange her to clear you, this is a very bad thing." The in charge said, "But you must understand that your performance in these years is really worrying."

"Just because of fear, I have to get rid of me?" Wood asked.

"For people like you, ‘worry’ is already a very serious situation!”

The in charge said and laughed again: "But, forget it, anyway, it’s gone. You come back, just spread things out and make it clear, and it’s fine."

He said, standing up: "I am going to help you arrange a debriefing session. At that time, you have to behave better. Even if the supervisor is willing to help, the old guys will be better off!"

He turned and walked two steps and heard the faint voice of Wood.

"I killed the north wind."

The footsteps of the in charge stopped, and the whole person was like petrochemical. It was in the same place and was motionless.