National School Prince Is A Girl

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

The little peas were standing next to them, and the big eyes were watching this scene.

Parents rubbed their eyes: "Fast, thank you to the two Uncles of the People's Liberation Army."

The little peas did not speak. One of them pulled the sleeve of his mother and leaned against his mother’s ear: "There is a man there is a sister."

"You, there are no distinction between men and women. Don't see good-looking people, you can say that you are a sister."

A smile, even if it stopped the topic.

However, the topic that can't be passed is the hug in front of you.

Of course, that must be something inside the action team.

The person in charge came over and let people buckle the tattooed man.

The man can't leave, but he still has a sigh of relief.

This also proves that the task is completed successfully and is captured.

The tattoo male was lifted. When he saw those wearing black facial masks, the first reaction was that this was definitely not an ordinary armed policeman. It must have come out of the army.

It’s just that the other side is the unit, and those people still wear a black face towel, they can’t see it.

The people on the other side, there is a journalist who wants to record this scene.

He was first discovered by Qin Mo, and he glanced at the magician on the left.

The magician stepped and stuck in front of the camera: "Sorry, can't take pictures, trouble handing over the film."

"Why? Sir, your heroic deeds should be reported, let everyone know, this is a great credit. Without you, these children have no way to get saved." The worker adjusted the angle and tried to capture The picture of Bo Jiu and Qin Mo: "I was just the school bus disguised as a doctor?"

The magician frowned, this time without hesitation, directly hands, took the camera, and then quickly disassembled, took out the memory card, folded into two paragraphs.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? Don't think it's great for the armed police. What do you do with my camera!" The man immediately exploded.

The magician did not care, and went back to Qin Mo: "Boss, solved."

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

The person in charge basically understood the situation, and the worker was still holding something: "I can't reason, I let more people know how many heroes they have, appreciate them, how can these people be so proud?" If you don't understand it, it will break my things."

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

Imposing appreciation on others, but not knowing their own behavior, is likely to expose such a mysterious action team, which is even more dangerous.

World-class mercenary organizations are not weak.

They can not only get information from your looks, but even from your clothing tactics, to filter targets.

The person in charge gave a gesture of guard. The meaning of the gesture is very simple. It is to take the person away, explain more, and reveal more information, simply say nothing.

Even at the beginning, he thought that the person sent to them was a gunman.

But when the person in charge sees one of them disguised as a doctor, that every move and the perfect attack that the two ordinary people could not complete.

He knew that this was not an armed police at all.

The special forces emerged from his mind, but which army is the specific one, and he did not know what the number was.

These people's standing posture is straight and quiet, even the guns are full of strength, when you are quiet, you may not even notice their existence.

Such a special soldier... The person in charge changed his face and did not say much.

However, the tattooed male is not convinced, and when a pair of eyes are crossed from the Qin desert, it is like poisoning: "You, you are dead."

He is talking about Burmese, like a poison tongue.

Qin Mo did not even look at him.

The tattooed man’s mouth overflowed with blood, his wrists were hanging, and his eyes fell on the face of thin nine: “Especially, doctor.”

At this time, Qin Mo had an action, and his figure was a block, and his lips were slightly open: "You will not have that chance, because you will die in the prison of China."

After hearing the voice, the tattooed man was shocked, as if he was unbelievable.

This voice... this voice!

That is like a demon.

Tattoo men will never forget. Once there was a man who attacked ten of them with guns, like ghosts. Until the end, they did not find his position.

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

It is because the memory is too deep.

So even this voice can't be forgotten.

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

How is it possible that he was not psychologically implied?

How would it appear here?

The look and face of the tattooed man changed. After being sent to the police car, my heart was still worried.

That is the fear of being imprinted in the depths of the heart. As the police door closes, everything stops.

But the little peas are still standing there, a little scared and want to talk a bit: "Mom, mother."

"Ok?"

"That brother is holding a sister, just like leading a child."

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

However, it is indeed like taking a child, probably because one of them is too tall, his face is covered with a black face towel, and the other one looks handsome but the age is really small.

Thin Nine looked at his hand and was simply treated by the Great God.

Even she felt that the wound was dispensable to her.

But the wrist is held by the great god, always can feel the temperature under the thin skin, start with jade.

Obviously, there are other things to do in Qin Mo, so it is not appropriate to lead the thin nine.

So, some people who were behind their own Boss saw what Boss had pulled out of his trouser pocket and put it on the boy's hand: "Come on."

Thin nine looked at the things in the palm of his hand, and his mouth was hooked and he didn't speak.

The magician who was closest to the two men had been walking well, and suddenly hit the tree.

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.

Prince Sidd had opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after touching the dawn of the Great Devil, he quickly looked up at the sky, whistling in his mouth, a look I didn't see anything.

My heart is already gossip into the river!

Grandma, what the **** is this!

The wolf is silent next to it... silent...

But the little peas are not silent, they turn their heads and open their mouths: "Mom, have you brought sugar?"

"I still want to eat sugar at this time?" The mother looked at her son's blood-stained arm and hugged it.

Xiaodou Ding grinned: "The big brother brought sugar to the little brother. I saw it, or the taste of orange. It’s good to have a brother. Mom and Dad give me a brother again. If you are big, give me sugar. ""

Hearing the words, the mother glanced over and looked behind him. He saw the teenager who had just pretended to be a doctor. He had a lollipop in his mouth and a single-handed trouser pocket. His expression was a little lazy and his feet were replaced by another child. Kneeling.

"Sister, ah no, my mother said that you are a little brother, little brother, you just said not to give me sugar to eat? Then you talk to me."

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

"Why?" Little Bean Ding has a small emotion.

The boy is not moved: "This is what my captain gave me. The person who sent it is different. The meaning is different. Do you understand?"

Xiaodouding obviously doesn't understand, isn't it a candy?

It’s that the Prince’s son is listening to the entanglement, so the pocket of the big devil’s head is also because of the sugar?

Big devil, sugar...

Who will tie these two things together.

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

Is this way too young?

Prince Sidd thought about it if the big devil sent a piece of candy to him...that must be more terrifying than the end of the world.

Prince Sidd had a chill, and reached out and frustrated his arm.

It turns out that Prince Sizhen really thinks more.

The magician and the hunter stood next to each other, and the thoughts had already flown one hundred and eighty degrees.

"has a problem."

"nonsense."

Hug is no problem, give sugar?

When did Boss go through this path?

“I always feel that I am being abused?”

"What do you mean?"

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

This passage is still biting my ear.

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

Very simple, a level of confidentiality.

"No dissemination, no permission, no image information, no case analysis in the near future."

The voice of the Qin desert is very light, and when it comes out through the black scarf, it is also a kind of noble.

The person in charge is not confused. At this time, I have already understood: "This..." When he said this, he paused and continued: "This comrade, you can rest assured that we will definitely do the work afterwards."

Generally speaking, they are really unable to control. When a case must be specifically introduced, they should find the local armed police to let them know that the task was completed by them.

In China, some people always do not leave their names after doing something.

Because they need to deal with more ferocious terrorist organizations.

The magician and the hunter are listening to the bosses of their homes, and they feel that such a powerful gas field is really wrong.

Especially on the boss face with a black face towel, when the light sweeps over them, it is like the big bang of Chinatown, and it is like a mountain torrent.

Tell the truth, boss, you should not join the army, you should go to do black, the boss...

The mission is over.

Communication has also been improved.

Qin Mo reached out and removed the mobile phone from the flight mode.

But in an instant, I received a text message.

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

Every recruit will be intercepted, which is a defense of a special unit. When you get here, you have to be completely transparent.

The same is true for thin nine...