Chapter 3897
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Seven camouflaged and camouflaged figures pass through the dense forest and fight for the heavy task they shoulder.
At this time, during the Chinese New Year holiday, the special forces of the snowy area brigade are following their team leader, risking their lives and burdens with steel guns. Thousands of lights are behind them, and their presence is only to wait for thousands of lights.
Xia Jinyuan knew that his comrades in arms must be close behind him. Therefore, whenever Luke wanted to stop and rest, he would urge him to go. At last, Luke thought that there were Chinese armed police behind him.
But until they came out of the forest, the mobile phone finally had a signal, Luke did not see the emergence of Chinese armed police.
Xia doesn't give him time to breathe. Let him contact bra as soon as possible.
"I really admire you, Xia. We started running yesterday afternoon, and now..." Luke looked at his cell phone, and at 12 o'clock the next day, "by now, we have been running for a long time, really, summer, listen to me, we may have a good rest for a while."
After a rest, he will delay his comrades behind him for a while. Xia Jinyuan stares coldly at Luke, who is on low alert when he enters Myanmar. There is no room for discussion. He says, "don't you worry, Mr. chin Maung Sheng, who is calculating bra?"
A word reminds Luke, and makes Luke's eyes dim. He looks down and shrugs helplessly, "OK, you remind me, yes, we really need to get back to Mr. bra as soon as possible. If something happens to Mr. bra, I think all of us Don't even want to leave Myanmar. "
Luke, who came out of the forest, called bra, the representative of the dark. Xia Jinyuan made a mark in the hidden place when he was talking with bra. The mark left at this time was a bit complicated and composed of figures. Except that the comrades in the snow field brigade could read it, they could not guess what it meant.
This is to tell the comrades who come after them. They will leave by means of transportation and their destination will not change.
A few hours ago, bra returned to the nearby village from the Burmese army. When he came back, the sky was just white. He knew that bra, who had been calculated by Chin Maung Sheng, did not rest. Instead, he put a picture board in front of the village on his back and began to draw.
Bra is good at ink painting. Every ink painting is very beautiful, but people who are familiar with him know that bra can only draw with a pen when he is in a bad mood.
Now, the bodyguards he accompanies all know that their boss is in a bad mood. It's better not to go through the mould. Even the bodyguards he trusts are afraid to disturb him.
Luke's call relaxed the tense nerves of the bodyguard who was usually in charge of answering bra's call. Luke and Xia have escaped from China. Now they have entered Myanmar safely. There is no armed police behind them. ..
when bra, who was absorbed in painting, heard the voice of the bodyguards talking low, he learned that the two competent subordinates under him exhausted all their efforts to escape from China. With a little gloomy expression, he motioned to the bodyguards who were talking with Luke to give their cell phones to him.
When Luke heard bra's voice, he said hello first, and then asked bra if he had time to listen to what he needed to say next.
Holding a paintbrush in one hand, he used watercolor to sketch the landscape ink to draw the colorful bright and dark bras, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "of course, what do you want to tell me?"
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Seven camouflaged and camouflaged figures pass through the dense forest and fight for the heavy task they shoulder.
At this time, during the Chinese New Year holiday, the special forces of the snowy area brigade are following their team leader, risking their lives and burdens with steel guns. Thousands of lights are behind them, and their presence is only to wait for thousands of lights.
Xia Jinyuan knew that his comrades in arms must be close behind him. Therefore, whenever Luke wanted to stop and rest, he would urge him to go. At last, Luke thought that there were Chinese armed police behind him.
But until they came out of the forest, the mobile phone finally had a signal, Luke did not see the emergence of Chinese armed police.
Xia doesn't give him time to breathe. Let him contact bra as soon as possible.
"I really admire you, Xia. We started running yesterday afternoon, and now..." Luke looked at his cell phone, and at 12 o'clock the next day, "by now, we have been running for a long time, really, summer, listen to me, we may have a good rest for a while."
After a rest, he will delay his comrades behind him for a while. Xia Jinyuan stares coldly at Luke, who is on low alert when he enters Myanmar. There is no room for discussion. He says, "don't you worry, Mr. chin Maung Sheng, who is calculating bra?"
A word reminds Luke, and makes Luke's eyes dim. He looks down and shrugs helplessly, "OK, you remind me, yes, we really need to get back to Mr. bra as soon as possible. If something happens to Mr. bra, I think all of us Don't even want to leave Myanmar. "
Luke, who came out of the forest, called bra, the representative of the dark. Xia Jinyuan made a mark in the hidden place when he was talking with bra. The mark left at this time was a bit complicated and composed of figures. Except that the comrades in the snow field brigade could read it, they could not guess what it meant.
This is to tell the comrades who come after them. They will leave by means of transportation and their destination will not change.
A few hours ago, bra returned to the nearby village from the Burmese army. When he came back, the sky was just white. He knew that bra, who had been calculated by Chin Maung Sheng, did not rest. Instead, he put a picture board in front of the village on his back and began to draw.
Bra is good at ink painting. Every ink painting is very beautiful, but people who are familiar with him know that bra can only draw with a pen when he is in a bad mood.
Now, the bodyguards he accompanies all know that their boss is in a bad mood. It's better not to go through the mould. Even the bodyguards he trusts are afraid to disturb him.
Luke's call relaxed the tense nerves of the bodyguard who was usually in charge of answering bra's call. Luke and Xia have escaped from China. Now they have entered Myanmar safely. There is no armed police behind them. ..
when bra, who was absorbed in painting, heard the voice of the bodyguards talking low, he learned that the two competent subordinates under him exhausted all their efforts to escape from China. With a little gloomy expression, he motioned to the bodyguards who were talking with Luke to give their cell phones to him.
When Luke heard bra's voice, he said hello first, and then asked bra if he had time to listen to what he needed to say next.
Holding a paintbrush in one hand, he used watercolor to sketch the landscape ink to draw the colorful bright and dark bras, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "of course, what do you want to tell me?"
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
Seven camouflaged and camouflaged figures pass through the dense forest and fight for the heavy task they shoulder. At this time, during the Chinese New Year holiday, the special forces of the snowy area brigade are following their team leader, risking their lives and burdens with steel guns. Thousands of lights are behind them, and their presence is only to wait for thousands of lights. Xia Jinyuan knew that his comrades in arms must be close behind him. Therefore, whenever Luke wanted to stop and rest, he would urge him to go. At last, Luke thought that there were Chinese armed police behind him. But until they came out of the forest, the mobile phone finally had a signal, Luke did not see the emergence of Chinese armed police. Xia doesn't give him time to breathe. Let him contact bra as soon as possible. "I really admire you, Xia. We started running yesterday afternoon, and now..." Luke looked at his cell phone, and at 12 o'clock the next day, "by now, we have been running for a long time, really, summer, listen to me, we may have a good rest for a while." After a rest, he will delay his comrades behind him for a while. Xia Jinyuan stares coldly at Luke, who is on low alert when he enters Myanmar. There is no room for discussion. He says, "don't you worry, Mr. chin Maung Sheng, who is calculating bra?" A word reminds Luke, and makes Luke's eyes dim. He looks down and shrugs helplessly, "OK, you remind me, yes, we really need to get back to Mr. bra as soon as possible. If something happens to Mr. bra, I think all of us Don't even want to leave Myanmar. " Luke, who came out of the forest, called bra, the representative of the dark. Xia Jinyuan made a mark in the hidden place when he was talking with bra. The mark left at this time was a bit complicated and composed of figures. Except that the comrades in the snow field brigade could read it, they could not guess what it meant. This is to tell the comrades who come after them. They will leave by means of transportation and their destination will not change. A few hours ago, bra returned to the nearby village from the Burmese army. When he came back, the sky was just white. He knew that bra, who had been calculated by Chin Maung Sheng, did not rest. Instead, he put a picture board in front of the village on his back and began to draw. Bra is good at ink painting. Every ink painting is very beautiful, but people who are familiar with him know that bra can only draw with a pen when he is in a bad mood. Now, the bodyguards he accompanies all know that their boss is in a bad mood. It's better not to go through the mould. Even the bodyguards he trusts are afraid to disturb him. Luke's call relaxed the tense nerves of the bodyguard who was usually in charge of answering bra's call. Luke and Xia have escaped from China. Now they have entered Myanmar safely. There is no armed police behind them. .. when bra, who was absorbed in painting, heard the voice of the bodyguards talking low, he learned that the two competent subordinates under him exhausted all their efforts to escape from China. With a little gloomy expression, he motioned to the bodyguards who were talking with Luke to give their cell phones to him. When Luke heard bra's voice, he said hello first, and then asked bra if he had time to listen to what he needed to say next. Holding a paintbrush in one hand, he used watercolor to sketch the landscape ink to draw the colorful bright and dark bras, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "of course, what do you want to tell me?" Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
