My Guardian Mr Bo

Fu Jiu said in a deep voice, "A USB flash drive, Gu Liang said that it contains all the information about the virus studied by a doctor of biology. That virus was the reason why I got on the plane before. The biological weapons and cobras will not be released easily, but this thing falls off In his hands, it will always be a hidden danger, it is better for us to find the woman that Cobra is looking for and get the USB drive first."

"I'll talk to Rongbei and the others at that moment. The things are now in City A. There is no reason not to take them." Su Chen said.

An Ge'er raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

A USB flash drive, which contains all the process information of the doctor of biology researching viruses?

In any case, her abilities are limited, and she herself belongs to the protected side, so she will not think about it.

An Ge'er suddenly thought of someone at this moment, and immediately said, "Can you help me find someone, named Xu Wei, to find out her detailed identity."

It's not that she cares about Xu Wei too much.

It was Xu Wei who did need her to wonder about some things. For example, she saw someone hit her parents to death, but she could still save that person and fell in love with him. These seem too bloody.

Fu Jiu nodded, "Don't worry about such trivial matters, and will give you news as soon as possible."

Before An Ge'er retired, he photographed some sketches he drew for them and passed them over, so that they would bring the real objects when they came.

Because these things were simple to make and she was short on time, she didn't design 3D simulation objects online.

After turning off the computer, An Ge'er always felt like she had missed something and couldn't tell what was wrong. Her eyes kept staring behind the pen holder next to the computer, and behind the pen holder was the USB flash drive she threw behind.

She shook her head, no, not at all.

It was inconvenient for her feet to lie on the table and fell asleep for a while. When Bo Yan came up to ask her to eat, she saw her sleeping deep, but her brows were slightly curled, her blushing lips pressed tightly, and she fell asleep. It's a little unstable.

He was very distressed, and it was inevitable to think of the scenes she had experienced before, but she was stubborn and never told him about suffering and tiredness, but the more so, the more he felt sorry for him.

He carefully tried to pick her up, but at the moment of picking up, he was slightly startled when his eyes swept across the place where she had previously pressed the tabletop.

She was lying there just now, and now there were a few sketches on it.

After he saw the things on the sketch clearly, his brows were frowned, and his face looked a little strange for an instant.

He put her on the chair again, and stood in front of the table, slender fingers pinched the pieces of paper and looked at it.

The more I look, my face becomes more solemn.

Her thin lips pressed tightly, her eyes were indescribably deep and complicated.

Where did she get these sketches?

Or is it that she...painted this?

I saw those sketches. The first one was drawn with a light-colored pencil. It was a small pistol. The style code was t-201. The accuracy and magazine capacity and moving speed were improved. The other papers had an unfolding front buttstock. , Light red dot sight, HRK stable stock, and even shock bombs, flash bombs, chewing gum bombs, etc.

They are simple but not to be underestimated.

...

I have to say that the paintings of these equipment are extremely realistic, especially the pistols. What she painted is not assembled, but a detachable version. Every step and every structure is clearly displayed.

Bo Yan saw this...