Super Special Forces King

"Mr. Gusu, you can order one!" Xing Qingqing said.

This is beyond her ability and it is no longer a technical problem. It is a decision-making problem that requires the old beggar to decide.

The old beggar thought for a while and said, "I'm going to visit someone!"

"Mr. Gusu, we don't have enough time!"

"Isn't there three days?"

"Less than three days!"

"I'll be back in two days!"

The old beggar said and left.

Seeing the old beggar going out, Xing Qingqing had no master for a while, she didn't know what to do, it would take two days, two days later.

And the key is that there will be no accidents in these two days? Xing Qingqing couldn't guarantee it herself, because Zhang Feng and the machine in the game were no longer under her control.

How to do?

Xing Qingqing was thinking of a plan that she could think of, but she couldn't think of it.

"Director, do you want to continue?" the technician asked.

"Yes, continue, the intensity must be steady, fourth-class monsters!" Xing Qingqing said.

"Yes!" said the technician: "The data of Zhang Feng and the machine is still at a critical point!"

Xing Qingqing nodded. At present, this can only be done. The data will deceive people, and I hope it will not happen to Zhang Feng.

The technician has been working under high load for several hours, and he can't hold it anymore. Xing Qingqing has to send someone to change shifts.

It took more than half an hour for the two of them to change shifts. There were too many details and no errors were allowed. After the change, the technician went to rest.

Zhang Feng was still sitting there motionless at this time, and of course the same was true for the Robot Dragon Warrior One, with monsters rushing up constantly.

Xing Qingqing did not dare to leave for a moment, always paying attention to her success or failure, Zhang Feng's, the old beggar's, and even the country's.

She felt that the burden on her shoulders was too heavy, and she felt that the burden on Zhang Feng's shoulders was even heavier, and she came desperately.

If it fails, Zhang Fengming will die, and her Xing Qingqing will be unscathed. She is sad at best and can start all over again. It is estimated that a second Zhang Feng will come soon.

This is how things are going, and the old beggar's meaning is probably the same.

At this time, the old beggar was already sitting on the helicopter and heading towards Wuji, the master of Zhang Feng.

Two hours later, he received a call from Xing Qingqing. He was almost frightened when he saw that it was from Xing Qingqing.

It won't be good news!

"Qingqing, you say!" said the old beggar.

Xing Qingqing said: "Mr. Gusu, I need a very powerful hacker. The game is completely out of control. There are five monsters coming out!"

It's not good news, but it's not very serious.

The game is out of control, how is it possible? This game is developed by themselves and will not be hacked!

But just like this happened, the old beggar didn't understand these technical things and could only accept this reality.

"Okay, I'll call him over!" Mike thought of the old beggar.

The critical moment still depends on him, talent, the importance of talent! Let the old beggar once again realize how important talent is.

If all the talents under his seat can't solve the problems that he needs in the future, that is to say, the lack of this will be fatal at the time, so he collects talents everywhere, it is urgent.

The old beggar called Chen Wanru and asked her to send Mike over. The sooner the better.

"But Master, Mike is sleeping at this time, so I can't disturb him!" Chen Wanru said.

Mike has always had a regular schedule, otherwise he would not be able to support the usual high workload.

"Then when will he wake up?" The old beggar was anxious.

"In two hours!"

The old beggar said: "Don't hang up yet!"

"Yes!"

The old beggar used another mobile phone to call Xing Qingqing: "Qingqing, can Zhang Feng be able to hold it?"

"Currently it is possible!"

"Probably how long it can last!"

"Currently up to one and a half hours!"

"You have to support for two hours, Mike will be there in two hours!"

"Yes, Mr. Gusu!"

This is a dead order, Xing Qingqing can only take the order!

The old beggar said to Chen Wanru again: "Okay, he wakes up in two hours and will send him to Xing Qingqing immediately, without delay for a moment!"

"Yes, I will go personally!"

Chen Wanru said.

call……

The old beggar exhaled a long breath. There are too many accidental variables today, and the old beggar feels he can't handle it.

A few hours later, he was outside the Wuji Temple, he trot up, and he came to find out, Zhang Feng and the machine became one in concentration, what was going on.

When the door of Wujiguan above is closed, it seems that it cannot be approached. Generally, the door is not closed here, and this time period is noon, which is the time when the door cannot be closed.

The old beggar walked back and forth in front of the door, thinking of a solution, he was anxious, but two days was enough, and he still hoped to get the puzzle back soon.

At this moment the door opened, and a little boy came out, holding a letter in his hand, and said to the old beggar: "Are you Mr. Gusu?"

"It's me, little master, how do you know I'm here?" The old beggar was not surprised.

Xiao Dao Tong said: "My master knew you were coming and asked me to wait, but I was too sleepy and fell asleep behind the door. Fortunately, I can wake up in time. This is what my master gave you. You open it first. Look, then Master will give you a word!"

"Is your master a Wuqing Taoist?" The old beggar didn't know this little Taoist boy, so he had to ask clearly.

Xiaodaotong said: "Exactly!"

The old beggar hurriedly opened the envelope. There was a piece of paper inside, and the paper was spread out. There was no word on the white paper that was blank. The old beggar looked and looked at it, but there was still no word!

"Little Master, what is going on, why is it blank, did you take it wrong?" the old beggar asked.

"You can't take it wrong. Since you have read the envelope, then I will convey what the master said. The master said: The good is like water! Okay, there is nothing more, please go back!"

"This……"

Xiaodaotong had already entered, and then closed the door. The old beggar was holding a blank paper, and his mind was blank. What's the point?

Is the best as water?

Too abstruse!

Master Dao, you are too dear to me!

The old beggar was crying in his heart.

One problem is that Wuqing Dao knew that he was coming, and it was very profound in it. How did he know he was coming? Is it calculated? Is it a forecast?

Goodness is like water!

Those who need to understand understand.

People who don’t need to understand don’t.

There are so many things in it, is it a secret that cannot be revealed?

The old beggar didn't knock on the door any more, and just bowed to the door and said, "Thank you, Daoist Wuqing, for your guidance!"

Then left.

The little Dao Tong in the Guanmen went back to his life. Dao Master Wu Qing meditated inside. The little Dao Tong went in and leaned down and said, "Master, Mr. Gusu is gone!"

"Ok!"

Xiaodaotong got up and went out.

"Apprentice!"

Daoist Wu Qing opened his eyes and stopped his eight-year-old apprentice.

"Master!"

Daoist Wu Qing said: "Do you know what it means?"

"I don't know, Tu'er is stupid, ask Master to explain!"