Marshal, Please Calm Down

Chapter

047

"Ha ha ha ha." Rocca finally couldn't help but screamed and laughed.

Especially now Caesar’s expression,

It’s really a rare sight in the millennium. Rocard decided that

Looking at Wu Zimo,

I must laugh enough this time!

"Marshal Alman?" Wu Zimo is ignoring the roaring of Rocard.

Looking puzzled at Scott,

By the way, I have a 10,000 praise for my superb acting skills.

Scott ignored Rocard, who was laughing on his stomach.

Anyway, it is not so easy to see Rocca's subordinates' understanding of the boss's good play. He has a lot of methods.

Caesar, who opened the way, Scott told Wu Zimo and Luo Ning two people: "Come in." As for Rocca,

He is the most familiar here, and he doesn't need to pay attention to it.

"Okay, Marshal."

Luo night eyebrows nodded with a smile to the characteristics of Sco.

Although he also thinks that Caesar and Wu Zimo are very interesting to get along with each other.

But he can't be as big as Rocard's courage. Is it true that the adjutant has forgotten the marshal's careful eyes?

Luo night walked in front, Wu Zimo also nodded to the characteristics of Sco.

Followed and went in,

As for Rocard, who is still laughing,

Was shut out by the marshal,

Eyes are not seen as net.

"Hey! Scott, I haven't entered yet! How can you close the door!" Rocard, who was left behind,

Only knock on the door pitifully outside the door.

When everyone is sitting at the meeting table in the office,

Time has passed for a while. Rocard, who was kept out of the door, was of course put in. In order to brush the sense of existence, Rocard was very dog-legged for the juice of Wuzi.

"Sorry, Ah,

We only have coffee and juice here.

Tea Scott is not very fond of this guy. ”

There are also teas in the Star Age. Even after a few thousand, the Chinese civilization has always had a deep influence on the interstellar. Of course, after so many years of mixing, the purebred Chinese are definitely not there, but Wu Zimo’s black hair is so pure, and the Chinese blood concentration must be very high.

"No, juice can be." Wu Zimo is in front of the male god, of course, to be carried.

As for Scott, when he heard Rocard, his eyes were dark and he thought, should he prepare tea in the office? But what he is more concerned about now is another thing.

"Amo?" Called Wu Zimo called Amo is Rocard, but Scott is watching Wu Zimo question.

"Yes, Marshal Alman. My friends call me Amo." So please don't call him a little ink! Wu Zimo said that this was a smile on his face. Rocard, who was sitting on the side, could feel the chill in the inside and the instinctive trembling.

"Yes, yes, called Amo, close." Rocard immediately agreed, although he prefers the nickname of ink.

Sco characteristics nodded, silenced, and then turned to the night and said: "Your research room has been specially cleaned up, if you have any new suggestions, you can find Rocca."

"Hey, Scott, this guy really wants to kill me."

Luo Luo ignored the sly Rokal, and clearly nodded to the characteristics of Sco.

He has now transferred to become a chef. Although the ability to deploy pharmacy has not been left behind, after years of practical experiments, he found that the dishes cooked by his hand can better integrate his mental strength.

These dishes are better for soothing sentinel mania, and even the guides are affected.

For this strange change, it is more exciting to become a good chef guide.

"I know how to do it."

Luo Ye first nodded to the characteristics of Sco. He turned his head and smiled at Rocar, who was still on strike. "I just have an idea. I don't know if there is time for Roquel's aide to help me deal with it?"

"..."

Madan! You guys in this group are like to bully him! It’s rare to see Scott’s iceberg sultry, can’t you show him the full field?

Sorry, can't. The good play of Marshal is so easy to see!

Under the soft and threatening smile on the surface of Luo night, Luokar nodded happily. "I certainly have time now. Your research room is very important. I will be personally responsible for handling it."

After I finished speaking, I could only walk around after Luo’s night, even though the eyes were sneaked from time to time. However, the protagonists had a deep expression, and they couldn’t see what they were thinking. The other one had been smiling, but with Rocca’s knowledge, this little fox was even more difficult to see.

After Rocca and Luo Ye left the office, Wu Zimo only put the juice in his hand down, and his eyes were serious. "Marshal Arman, are you looking for me?"

Although Wu Zimo is usually off-line, but the male **** just saw the eyes of Luo night, Wu Zimo clearly saw that he let Luo Luo take Luokar first. Now there are two of them left in the office. The marshal adult must have found important things that cannot be rumored.

"Scott."

"Ah? Scott?"

Wu Zimo, who was standing on his face and preparing to talk to the goddess, suddenly heard that Scott had not responded to such a sentence for a while, and he could only repeat it in a foolish way.

"Yes." "Hey..."

To the serious expression of the marshal, the Wu Zimo feels the world of the male god, he really does not understand...

However, he now has no time to think about how the marshal suddenly introduced himself, because the **** cat that turned against him started to go to him and sold.

Big black cat, you will sell it, your master knows!

Sorry, my master knows of course.

"Caesar." "Well?"

Male god! Marshal adult! Small, please be old! Can you talk a little more breath? He really won't play you guess you guess you guess!

However, Guan Wuzi ink is crazy in his heart, and the marshal adult is still doing his own thing. I saw the marshal who was sitting in the seat standing up from the seat. In the sight of Wu Zimo’s face, leaning against Wu Zimo and then holding his hand, he stroked the head of Caesar.

Under normal circumstances, if it is an ordinary person, of course, you can't see Caesar, who is touched by the top of the head, but Wu Zimo is a guide. Of course, you can see the look of happiness in Caesar's face that is squatting under his palm!

Caesar turns out that you are such a Caesar!

Selling is shameful, you made it! I am forbearing, I can bear it! Not only Wu Zimo wants to hold back the excitement, but he wants to rush to the front of the selling **** cat, but also whispered to appease the fried hair in his spiritual world.

With the urge to endure, Wu Zimo can only look at Scott leaning against him with a look of doubt.

"Marshal Alman?"

"Scott."

"Well, Master Scott, are you here?"

"Scott."

"..."

Male god, is there anyone telling you that you are obsessive or obsessive-compulsive? But people are under the roof and have to bow their heads. But don't say what the name of the goddess is. If you think about it, you will feel good and have a sense of wood!

The little ink in the brain is already excited and desperately rolling. However, on the surface, there is still a serious look, and Wu Zimo feels that he is also very good.

"Nascott, what are you doing now?"

"I don't need to use you, Caesar is in front of you."

The words of the male **** really want to turn a few corners to understand, but this sentence is quite understandable. I don't know what I thought of, Wu Zixu's eyebrows all brought a smile, it seems that the male **** is very good for his own quantum beast.

However, Wu Zhe, who thinks that Marshal is very good at his own quantum beast, does not know. This is the result of Scott's negotiations with Caesar. Let Wu Zimo touch the head of Caesar, Caesar will return to the spiritual world, and no more trouble.

After the BOY Wuzi ink, his male god, Marshal Scott Arman, also became a man of mind.

Sure enough, after Scott pulled Wu Zimo back on Caesar's head, he saw that Caesar looked at Scott with the silver erects. He snorted and disappeared. To the spiritual world.

Wu Zimo didn't know the agreement between Caesar and Scott, and he couldn't show the disappearance of Caesar's quantum beast. He had to look at Scott with a puzzled look.

"It's back to the spiritual world."

"Oh." Wu Zimo nodded, no doubt at all, then looked down at the bronze hand that still grabbed his hand.

This color is placed on the wrist of Wu Zi's white, and the contrast is great, but it does not make people feel uncomfortable. Of course, Wu Zimo did not think too much, but he was very envious when he saw the color of the male god.

He was originally a weak chicken, and his skin was still so white and not black. Isn't this a fighting chicken in a weak chicken? With a white face, you don’t need to talk, you will be bullying me.

I feel very worried when I think about it.

"What are you thinking?"

Keen Scott perceives Wu Zimo's resentment, bows his hands and glances at the two hands, his eyes are not well-known, and his steady voice sounds in Wuzi's ear, allowing Wu Zimo to subconsciously answer: "Scott, your body is so good."

However, after Wu Zimo finished speaking, he discovered that he was dead in front of the male god!

"Hey! Male, don't care about Scott, I don't mean anything else! I just envy your bronze skin color. Look at me, how to make it a white, weak chicken."

Seeing the urgent explanation of Wu Zimo, Scott's eyes were dark and dark, and when Wu Zimo ink explained it, he looked at him with a look of caution: "Do you like it?"

"Ah? Of course I like it." Male god, your topic is too jumping, right? However, Wu Zimo still nodded honestly, so strong and full of male charm and explosive body, Wu Zimo is also a man, how may not like it.

It’s just two lifetimes. He’s a weak chicken body. Although it’s not a rib-shaped type, even if he’s not compared to Scott’s marshal, Wu Zimo’s now he’s even better than the night guide!

Nothing is more depressing than this fact.

"You are so good."

"..."

God, are you laughing... don't doubt! I saw the smile in your eyes! Male god, how can you die loyal to your family like this, male god, you really will lose my dead loyalty powder, I will tell you!

Chapter

048

"Cough." The words of the male **** are too difficult to pick up, so Wu Zimo decided to ignore it directly, and by the way, slightly moved the wrist held by Scott.

Scott noticed the struggle of Wu Zimo, his eyes dark and his obedience. But he did not sit back on the other side, but has been sitting on the side of Wu Zimo.

Wu Zimo can now ignore the strange attitude of his own male god.

Just thinking of the male **** as the marshal of the squadron is really hard, for his genius is such a sergeant. Wu Zimo shunned the brain hole and opened it. If Rocca’s recruiting did not agree, would the male **** learn the Liu Bei of the Three Kingdoms?

Oh, forget it, how can the male **** learn the crying pack!

As a male god, you should sit on the top of the platform, and then hold a pair of noble and glamorous, cold-eyed to see the world's prosperous self but unwavering, and then accept that these believers will worship in the morning and evening.

Fortunately, the marshal adult did not read the mind, or let him know that Wu Zimo actually thought that he would be moved to the platform of the gods, and it would be better to give him the rare things in the morning and evening.

"Scott, do you have any important things to tell me." The topic can no longer let the gods turn to the other side of the black hole, Wu Zimo had to take the initiative.

Scott looked down at Wu Zimo's face in a serious look, his eyes moving, and then talking about others, following his words, he said: "You should have more than just a mother-in-law system."

The male **** actually came straight to a straight ball, which really made Wu Zimo open his eyes and almost caught off guard. However, Wu Zimo is not a vegetarian. The MO God did not deal with some departments of the country. But don't say, compared to those departments that are often too much nonsense, Rory can't say the key point, Wu Zimo prefers the directness of the male god.

It is a man who should be decisive! Twist and pinch like a wool!

Wu Zimo returned to God and showed a brilliant smile to Scott around him, but did not answer directly.

This kind of thing that both sides know well, does not need to be personally spoken.

Scott's silver eyes are full of Wu Zimo's bright smile, his fingertips moving slightly, recalling the soft touch that he just touched.

Scott calmed down and said: "I will set up a special program department for you."

"Ah? No need to be so troublesome, Scott."

Deliberately setting up a department or something, it sounds tempting, but for Wu Zimo, although it is not a bad thing, it is not a good thing.

Even if he has been dead at home for the rest of his life, he has seen or heard a lot about the handling of interpersonal relationships in the office. His airborne soldier, suddenly treated like a marshal, will definitely attract the attention of others in the squad.

Fortunately, the character is so shallow that it is definitely a variety of yin and yang. Although the old saying goes that people are not mediocrity, Wu Zimo does not care about the embarrassment of those people, but can make the ears clean, and he does not want to do troublesome things.

And the most important reason is that he is used to sitting quietly in front of the computer, and then doing bad things in the dark!

Scott didn't know that Wu Zimo thought of such a distant thing in his mind. He heard the other party refused, contemplatively, and accepted Wu Zimo's rejection.

This special department was founded for the ability of Wu Zimo. If Wu Zimo refused to do so, they would have to be hard to establish, and this would become a good thing to do bad things.

The establishment of the department was put aside, and Scott remembered another thing. He asked Wu Zimo: "I can send me a copy of the mother-child system."

"Scott, do you want? Oh, yes, I almost forgot to send it to you, how do you study it."

Wu Zimo now remembers that the mother-in-law system has been caught in his hands. Even if Mocha has installed the system on his mech, after the end of the school year, the mother-child system installed on the mech has been automatically cleaned up. No traces left.

This is Wu Zimo's personal habits, and he also said this to Mocha.

At the beginning, Mocha heard that the system would automatically clear it. It felt a bit wasteful, but I think that this system is Wuzimo, and they can already use it to take advantage of it.

Of course, Wu Zimo did not think so much, this system is still a preliminary version. Dealing with the low-level worms of the spider worms is still okay, encountering the high-level worms, even with this system help, Mocha their combat power is really a problem, too dragging their legs.

Wu Zimo did not talk nonsense, directly opened the light brain, and then pulled out the folder where the child system was placed, followed by the ten fingers flying and did not know what was banging.

Working in the state of Wu Zimo can completely ignore all things around, even Scott looked at him with a particularly deep look, Wu Zimo is completely unaware.

When Wu Zimo’s fingers stopped, Scott also put away his eyes.

"Scott, this is the program code of the child system, and the core of the program. But I have encrypted, whether it is using or researching the core data, if there is no password, if it is brute force, it will be deleted automatically."

When Wu Zimo said that he packed the documents and prepared to send the documents to Scott, he remembered something he had forgotten. "Oh, I forgot, Scott, I don't have your brain."

Scott calmly opened the light brain, and then did not know what was entered on it, Wu Zimo's light brain quickly sent a reminder of the mail. Wu Zimo, who was unable to figure out the mind, opened the mail and saw that Scott sent an email to him.

Seeing that Wu Zimo opened the mail, Scott said: "This is the internal network pass for the Tianjun Legion, as well as the encryption method and channel. You can use this passport to pass the internal network port after you send an email."

"This is the port of the squad of the squadron." The true Wuzi ink has long been interested in the internal channels of the squadron, but he will not arbitrarily crack it.

Free to crack the military communication channels, this is to go to the military court.

Wu Zimo can do some small bad things on the network, but he will never do such a serious thing.

After opening the mail, I didn't know what Wu Zimo had made, and then sent the packaged file to Scott through internal encryption.

Wu Zimo heard that the light brain of Scott really sounded a message and smiled.

What he did not say to the male **** is that the internal encryption channel of the squadron is indeed very safe, but Wu Zimo's private encryption method is more insurance, so under the double insurance, absolutely no one can intercept the mail he sent.

Sco features a light brain, sees the mail that belongs to the name of Wu Zimo, does not open, but looks up and looks at Wu Zimo with a smile, and then makes a slight movement at the bottom of his heart, but speaks to Wu Zimo: "Sit You have been tired for such a long battleship, and I will let you take you to rest."

Some things can't be too anxious. Of course, Scott is a marshal who leads a legion. Of course, he still can't understand his own thoughts, and he can't even push the teenagers in front of him too tightly.

"Then I won't bother Scott, you work." Wu Zimo did understand the meaning of the male god. He nodded to him, and then followed the gentleman who was called by Scott, and prepared for him. The room went.

The empty office was once again left by Scott, and Caesar, who was forced back to the spiritual world, finally had a chance to run out again.

"Hey."

"No trouble."

"Hey!"

"Now I can't understand it. I can't be too hasty. Anyway, people are already here."

"Hey."

Calm the hairy Caesar, Scott stretched his hand and scratched Caesar's chin, and the sight of the undercover was deeper and deeper.

On the other hand, Wu Zimo, who returned to the private room, began to freak out, because Ares, who had been in the spiritual world, came out and looked at Wu Zimo with a crying face.

(┳_┳), I am again (┳_┳), I keep on (┳_┳)

Wu Zimo's black line looked like Aris, who was brushed by the T-screen, holding his forehead. For a quantum beast with an IQ in his early childhood, he really couldn't hold it!