Spare Me, Great Lord!

"It's all spoken, it's not bad, but he doesn't seem to be shaken."

"It doesn't matter. He is a very opinionated person. It is impossible to impress him with these three or two sentences. Has he responded in the past two days?" Nie Ting asked.

"He asked me to help find the three B-level strongmen who have just entered Africa," Zhao Yongchen said.

"Then find them," Nie Ting said calmly, and picked up the millet porridge Shi Xuejin put in front of him. "He said nothing else."

"He said tonight, he knew that what I said was what you told me to stop you from doing this little trick ..." Zhao Yongchen said hesitantly.

Nie Ting suddenly raised his eyebrows: "He said I was a trick ?!"

"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +599!"

"What else did he say?" Nie Ting asked, rubbing his brow.

Zhao Yongchen paused: "Come on, hurt each other, the original words."

"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +299!"

However, at this moment, Zhao Yongchen suddenly saw a bearded man appearing on the surveillance monitor under his feet hidden by his counter. The angle hidden by the surveillance camera is tricky, and it is located in a tree more than 500 meters away from the small fake supermarket. Under the bird's nest, there was a dim street lamp standing alone.

The bird's nest is fake, but there are often birds occupying the bird's nest to relax, and even occasionally pulling some bird's **** on this camera. Concealed location.

But Zhao Yongchen saw the middle-aged white man with a small beard raised his head and smiled at the camera. The confident smile was like facing Zhao Yongchen directly behind the monitoring screen.

The smile was arrogant and violent, and it seemed that Zhao Yongchen, who was behind the monitor, had never put it in his eyes. The coming man is Greer Cook, one of the three B-class strongmen.

Suddenly, dark clouds swept from the distance in the sky, and a heavy rain fell down and poured.

Nie Ting heard Zhao Yongchen's rapid breath: "What happened."

"Nie Tianluo ... I was found," Zhao Yongchen whispered, "I haven't returned to my country in more than five years. Is it spring in China now? Africa is such a ghostly place, and it kills individuals."

"It's spring, it's almost summer, and there are already cicadas," Nie Ting instantly smashed a corner of the millet porridge bowl in his hand. The bowl fell on the ground and sprinkled the ground rice porridge.

"Is the walnut tree in the bangs alley about to bloom, I haven't gone for a long time."

Zhao Yongchen was Tian Luo Di Wang who was ordered to leave in the bangs alley five years ago. Since then, he has been alone in Africa for five years. When he left, Kyoto was still autumn.

When he left Kyoto, he once looked back at that city and felt that he had said goodbye. From then on, he would enter the sea like a lonely boat, and there would be no return.

The Chang'an Ancient Road Horse was slow. Gao Liu chaotic cicada hiss. Outside the sunset island, on the autumn wind field, the eyes fall for four days.

Nie Ting looked up at the walnut tree above his head. The flowers of the walnut are not as beautiful and bright as those of other fruit trees: "Run away, let me reveal your identity."

"Can't escape, Nie Tianluo, take care," Zhao Yongchen hung up the phone when he finished.

In a quiet scene, Zhao Yongchen took out a pack of fake cigarettes from the counter and choked on himself: "Specially, too many fakes have been retaliated."

He quickly pressed a button on the back panel of the phone, and a new interface was displayed on the phone screen, with a one-minute countdown on it.

Zhao Yongchen quickly sent a text message: "The feedback information channel has been opened, and the groups reply to the status."

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

At the end of the other section of all calls, everyone understood what it meant when the single-line connection became a two-line connection after the feedback information channel was opened. Many places suddenly fell silent, and everyone's communication was only one minute left.

Zhao Yongchen once again sent a text message: "One month later, someone will take over my job, and everyone stationed in the post will remain silent."

"Roger that."

"Roger that."

"Roger that."

"Thank you for your sincere cooperation for so many years. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The one-minute countdown on Zhao Yongchen's mobile phone ended, a burst of smoke came from the phone, and the self-destruction process was completed.

He threw the fake cigarette on the ground and stamped it out. There were no documents to be destroyed. The destruction should be done on the spot. Engaged in intelligence work for many years, he had developed the habit of keeping everything in his mind.

Zhao Yongchen turned a **** face on his face, and his momentum began to rise. They often laughed and called the law of overdrawing life in Tian Luo Di Net to forcibly upgrade the realm as a glorious bomb for the practice of the world. It is the last dignity.

Pseudo-B level, this is the limit of Zhao Yongchen's overdraft.

Boom boom, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Yongchen smiled: "Grass your uncle, but also knows to knock on the door."

At the next moment, Zhao Yongchen spit out the flying sword, and the flying sword sharply flew to the person outside the door. His entire person also immediately put his long sword into the door.

The red flying sword smashed the glass door of the supermarket, so it ran into the pouring rain outside without any turning back. Time seemed to freeze, and the flying sword smashed raindrops to Greer.

However, at the next moment, the raindrops quickly rolled back to Greer's body as if they had life, forming layers of protection. It seemed that there was a killer also hidden in the night rain.

Greer retreated with a smile, the raindrops continuously forming a water curtain, but the red flying sword could not break through.

In the rain came the crackling sound of the soles breaking through the shoal, Zhao Yongchen's eyebrows came out of the sword, the hot temperature dropped rapidly in this rain, and then a mist on the ground caused by the daytime sunshine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the sword Suddenly, from the bottom left of Zhao Yongchen, slanting the fog and slanting upward, he came directly to Greer and cut the mist, and also cut a small beard on Greer's face.

Greer's smiling face calmed down: "Are you afraid of death?"

Zhao Yongchen said slowly after Jianzang's hands: "I'm afraid it's not important to die. It doesn't matter whether I will die tonight. It's just that I know that no matter how big the world is after tonight, there will be no place for you."

"You looked up at Tian Luo Di."

"You looked at yourself high."

The sword rises again, like a dragon in the rain!

Just when Greer was preparing for defense, he saw that the red flying sword even split into two behind Greer. This suddenly happened, many people knew that Tianluodi net practiced the flying sword. The power was unmatched in the world. Ten times, this is also the reason why when Chen Baili faced Anthony, although the old man was exhausted, Anthony still needs to escape and evade. No matter how the sand is opposite, a flying sword can be broken.