The national school idol is a girl

If it weren't for the superb marksmanship just now, they would even suspect that this was a fake boss.

The little cubs stood nearby, watching this scene with their big eyes.

The parents wiped the corners of their eyes: "Quick, thank these two uncles."

The little cubs didn't speak. One of them pulled his mother's sleeve, leaned into his mother's ear and said, "One of them is my sister."

"You, there are no distinctions between men and women. Don't just call someone good-looking when you see her sister."

Just laugh it off and stop the topic.

However, the topic that I couldn't get over was the hug in front of me.

Of course, that must all be a matter within the action team.

The person in charge came over and asked someone to detain the tattooed man.

The man could no longer leave, but he still had a breath left.

This also proves that the mission was completed successfully and he was captured alive.

The tattooed man was carried down. When he saw the people wearing black scarves, his first reaction was that these were definitely not ordinary armed police, they must be from the army.

However, it is impossible to tell which army the other party is. Those people are still wearing black masks.

Among the people watching over there was a journalist who wanted to record this scene.

But Qin Mo noticed it first and glanced at the magician on the left.

The magician stepped forward and stood in front of the camera: "Sorry, we can't take pictures. Please hand over the negatives."

"Why? Sir, your heroic deeds should be reported and let everyone know what a great contribution it is. Without you, these children would not be able to be rescued." The worker adjusted his angle and tried to capture Picture of Bo Jiu and Qin Mo: "Is that the school bus that the doctor disguised as a doctor entered just now?"

The magician frowned, and this time he did not hesitate. He took the camera and quickly opened it, took out the memory card, and folded it into two pieces.

"Hey! What's wrong with you! Don't think it's important to be an armed policeman. Why did you touch my camera!" The man immediately exploded.

The magician ignored him and walked back to Qin Mo: "Boss, it's solved."

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

The person in charge basically understood the situation. The worker was still yelling: "It's unreasonable. I want more people to know how heroic they are and appreciate them. Why are these people so arrogant?" , Even if you don’t understand, you still break my things.”

In fact, as long as the worker is not so selfish, he should understand that it is best for him not to let him take pictures.

Forcing admiration on others without knowing your own behavior is likely to expose such a secret operation team, making it even more dangerous.

The world-class mercenary organization is not weak.

They can not only get information from your appearance, but also your clothing, body shape, and combat habits to identify targets.

The person in charge gave the guard a gesture. The meaning of that gesture was very simple, that is, to take that person away. The more you explain, the more information you will reveal. You might as well say nothing at all.

Even he initially thought that the people sent to them this time were armed policemen with guns.

But when the person in charge saw one of them disguised as a doctor, his every move and those two perfect sniping shots just now were impossible for ordinary people to accomplish.

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

Special forces emerged from his mind, but he didn't know which unit they were from or what number they were.

These people stand tall and quiet, even holding their guns with full strength. When they should be quiet, you don't even notice their presence.

Such a special force... the person in charge's expression changed and he didn't say much.

However, the tattooed man was not convinced. When his eyes passed over Qin Mo's body, it was like they were filled with poison: "You are dead."

He spoke Gongguo dialect, as if he was spitting out a letter with a poisonous tongue.

Qin Mo didn't even look at him.

Blood flowed from the corner of the tattooed man's mouth, his wrists hung down, and his eyes fell on Bo Jiu's face again: "Especially you, doctor."

Qin Mo made a move at this time, blocking his body and slightly opening his thin lips: "You won't have that chance, because you will die in Yanguo's prison."

After hearing the voice, the tattooed man's eyes trembled, as if he was in disbelief.

This voice... this voice!

That devil-like existence.

The tattooed man will never forget that there was once a man who sniped at their people with a gun, like a ghost, and until the end, they did not find his location.

If there had not been support at that time, his life would have been ruined.

It’s because the memory is too deep.

So it is impossible to forget even this voice.

The man who destroyed them when they were at their most glorious and had the most believers!

How is it possible? Wasn't he psychologically suggestive?

How would it appear here?

The tattooed man's expression and face changed. After being sent to the police car, he was still feeling frightened.

That was the fear engraved deep in my heart. As the police car door closed, everything stopped.

But the little cubs were still standing there, a little scared and a little eager to talk: "Mom, Mom."

"Um?"

"The older brother was dragging his older sister as if he was leading a child."

"Those are two brothers, don't admit your mistake again."

However, it was indeed like leading a child, probably because one of them was too tall and had a black scarf on his face, while the other one looked handsome but was indeed young.

Bo Jiu looked at his hand and saw that the wound was simply treated by the master.

Even though she felt that the wound was dispensable to her.

But when my wrist is held by the master, I can always feel the warmth under the thin skin, which feels like jade.

Obviously Qin Mo has other things to do, so it is not appropriate to lead Bo Jiu like this.

So, some people who were following their Boss saw with their own eyes that the Boss took something out of his trouser pocket and put it on the young man's hand: "Come here after eating."

Bo Jiu looked at the thing in his palm, curled his lips, and said nothing.

The magician closest to these two people was walking normally, but suddenly he hit a tree.

The hunter was better than him, at least he didn't hit the tree.

But after seeing this scene, the reaction was the same, a bit distorted.

The prince opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after meeting the big devil's eyes, he quickly raised his eyes to the sky, whistling in his mouth, as if he didn't see anything.

There is already a river of gossip in my heart!

Damn it, what the hell is going on!

Langya was silent next to him...silent...

But the little cubs did not remain silent. They turned their heads and spoke again: "Mom, did you bring any candy?"

"You still want to eat sweets at this time?" The mother looked at her son's blood-stained arm and hugged him.

Xiao Douding pouted: "The big brother brought candy to the little brother. I saw it, and it was orange flavored. It's great to have a brother. Mom, you and dad, please give me another brother. When he gets older, bring me candy too. ”

Hearing this, the mother was stunned and looked behind her. She saw the boy who had just pretended to be a doctor, holding a lollipop in his mouth and holding his trouser pocket with one hand. His expression was a bit lazy, and his clothes and feet were covered by another child. Pulling.

"Sister, ah no, mom said you are the little brother. Little brother, didn't you just say give me candy? Then follow me."

The young man stretched out an index finger and shook it: "I can't give this."

"Why?" Xiao Douding became a little emotional.

The young man was unmoved: "My captain gave it to me. Different people give it to different people, so the meaning is different. Do you understand?"

Little Douding obviously doesn’t understand, isn’t it just a stick of candy?

But the prince was confused when he heard it, so the big devil's pockets were bulging because he had these candies?

Big devil, sugar...

Who would connect these two things.

And the way the big devil coaxes his troops is to give them candy?

Isn't this way too girly?

The prince imagined that if the big devil gave him a piece of candy... it would be more terrifying than the end of the world.

The prince shuddered and stretched out his arm.

Facts have proved that the prince really overthought things.

The magician and hunter stood nearby, their thoughts already flying 180 degrees.

"has a problem."

"nonsense."

Forget about hugging, but also give me candy?

When did Boss go through this road?

"Why do I always feel so abused?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I have never felt so single as I do today..."

I said this with my ears biting.

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

Very simple, level A confidentiality principle.

"It is not allowed to be disseminated, it is not allowed to be brought up, it is not allowed to have video materials, and there is no case analysis in the near future."

Qin Mo's voice was very light, but when it came out through the black scarf, it carried a kind of nobility.

The person in charge was not confused, he already understood at this time: "This..." At this point, he paused before continuing: "Don't worry, comrade, we will definitely do a good job afterwards."

Generally speaking, when you really can't control it and you have to give a detailed introduction to a case, you go to the local armed police and ask them to say that they completed the task.

In the Yan Kingdom, some people are always unable to even leave their names behind after doing something.

Because they need to deal with more ferocious terrorist organizations.

The magician and hunter were listening to their boss's communication, and they felt more and more that they were in the wrong profession with such a strong aura.

Especially when the boss wears a black scarf on his face and glances at them, he looks too much like a Chinatown boss, and his whole body is as imposing as a mountain torrent.

To be honest, boss, you shouldn't join the army, you should be the boss...

The mission is over.

Communication has also been improved.

Qin Mo reached out and turned his phone out of airplane mode.

Just a moment later, I received a text message,

"Boss, this is the information you asked us to intercept, about No. 10..."

Every recruit is intercepted. This is a defense for special forces. Once here, you have to be completely transparent.

The same goes for Bo Jiu...

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