The cowardly figure hunched over by the gate immediately froze. Although he hadn't realized what was happening in front of him, he guessed a thing or two with his slippery eyes.
"You... where are you from?"
No one would have thought that the person who had just returned from BJ's meritorious service would have been targeted by the inspection and anti-corruption team under the Supreme Procuratorate. Poor Yang Chu was still blinking his innocent little fat eyes, and asked confusedly about the person in front of him. people.
Ding. . .
At this moment, Yang Chu's mobile phone on his desk suddenly lit up, and a short message appeared under the eyes of the leader comrade.
Someone from above made a surprise attack and packed up everything.
The simple thirteen Chinese characters with profound meanings make up the funniest joke right now.
"Ah..."
The leading comrade looked at the phone screen and smiled playfully, then read the content softly.
"In the future, you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and you don't need to prepare anything. When we talk later, you just need to nod honestly."
Handing over the mobile phone in his hand to the colleague behind him, the leader looked at Yang Zhengzhong twice with burning eyes from top to bottom.
"And I promise you will lose weight, take it away!"
United States, HSD, District of Columbia, White House.
The silence in the office lasted for half a century. The people sitting outside, no matter whether they were wearing expensive suits or tight military uniforms, said nothing. Only the president sitting on the inside of the conference table pointed his fingers. Tapping on the tabletop.
"Sir, against Japanese subversives... (English)"
"Okay Brennan, I don't want to hear anything more about the Japanese right wing"
Standing in another dimension, what we see is naturally another situation. We have to admit that the CIA, and even the United States, is now facing a difficult situation. This is not to say how complicated and sinister its external environment is, but that it is completely self-inflicted, forcibly playing the cards in its hand to a pulp. . .
As the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Brennan should take the main responsibility for the recent series of incidents. After all, all the previous operations and cooperation of the CIA were shrouded in great authority. It's like wielding a double-edged sword. If you don't do it well, you will kill a thousand people and hurt yourself by eight hundred.
"I'm just suggesting, sir (English)"
"But what you are considering now should be your authority issue (English)"
"But this is my duty! (English)"
"Oh? Really? (English)"
"I think it is necessary and obliged to formulate follow-up countermeasures against China and Japan (English)"
The quarrel that overlapped one sentence tore apart the long silence just now, but after it was torn, only the blushing noise remained.
"Brennan, I think you should go back to Langley"
A cold sentence ended the debate. In everyone's impression, the president in front of him seemed to have never spoken in such a tone.
"Arrange a schedule for the secretariat, agree a time with China, hold a meeting tomorrow, and prepare for a state visit to China (English)"
BJ, B**Q Affiliated Hospital.
This huge hospital looks inconspicuous from the outside, so that in BJ where medical resources are so tight, the people here are also pitifully few.
Doors opened regularly on the dimly lit corridor, and three people stood in front of one of the ward doors.
"Little Ling, look who's here"
The three people outside pushed the door and entered, and the six eyes fell on the figure in the room at the same time.
Perhaps because he was in a daze, Su Ling, who was half leaning on the hospital bed, was even shocked by the sudden visit of the three people.
"It's okay, it's me, it's not that Chenzi and Ah Liang are also here, it's okay"
Ah Ju frowned remorsefully, and sat down directly on the side of the bed, hugging Su Ling who was leaning there into his arms.
"Su Ling... are you okay?"
This situation also made Zhang Zichen a little jealous. Su Ling seemed to have no problem, and his complexion was better than before, and he even gained a lot of weight, but those traumas left in the depths of his heart may not last forever. The scab fell off.
Just like this, Su Lingzai, who was leaning heavily in Ah Ju's arms, carefully looked at the two people in front of him several times before murmuring.
"I'm fine, luckily you're fine...but Chenzi, why are you so thin?"
It was a journey to hell, Su Ling didn't want to remember it, and couldn't remember the cruelty along the way at all, only the memory of wanting to die but lingering in his heart remained. fine. . . Fortunately, I still have three relatives like this, and I didn't implicate them because of myself. . . That's great.
Su Ling looked at Zhang Zichen's body that had lost more than a few laps, with tears in his eyes.
"Of course he's hungry, don't
Seeing that Chenzi is usually supernatural, but without you and Ah Ju by his side, he will only be hungry."
A Liang smiled and walked over to hug Su Ling from the side. When the two turned their heads, the images that seemed to have happened yesterday swept out of A Liang's mind again, and two lines of tears were drawn effortlessly.
"Oh shit!"
Unable to suppress the emotion in his heart any longer, Zhang Zichen put his arms around the shoulders of Ah Ju and Ah Liang, and the four hugged each other in this quiet ward.