The ace patron saint of female presidents

When night falls, the entire Magic City is shrouded in a drizzle like water mist, making the flashing neon lights full of blurred and dreamy feeling.

Passers-by who have just got off work, after leaving the bus and subway, or hurrying to the direction of home, or laughing and laughing at the places where they have already ordered meals with friends, or holding hands with boyfriends and girlfriends to cruise wantonly...

At this time, the sickle's face was as gloomy as ink.He was controlling the steering wheel with one hand, and his eyes kept moving back and forth on the three rearview mirrors.

This state has lasted for almost the entire day, so that the sickle's expression has shown a little fatigue.

I don't know, maybe I was able to drive this guy for a day, and I was exhausted.

But in fact, driving did not make him tired.On the contrary, in a state of full vigilance, he concentrated all his energy on searching for doubts all day long, which caused him to have mental problems.

No, the BMW car in front that suddenly merged in without even turning on the turn signal made Sickle's heart thump, and the tense nerve was completely broken.

At that moment, Sickle didn't even think about it, and stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.The strong power directly overturned the BMW in front, and rubbed against the ground for a distance of tens of meters, bringing out a series of sparks, as well as the screams of countless passers-by and the emergency braking of surrounding vehicles...

The original situation of constant traffic immediately changed dramatically because of this accident.

The car in front was still moving forward, and the cars behind all stopped, leaving a large section of road, which was a stage for scythes to be used.

He didn't bother to find out whether the person in the BMW was a novice or a female driver, or the culprit that made his eyelids jump to the present. He reversed the car immediately, and countless people couldn't believe it. With caring eyes, he turned around and walked away.

I don't know if he indulged this one, making Sickle vent all the negative emotions in his heart.Right now, even the uneasiness that haunted him for a while has completely gone away.

After returning to his normal state, he recalled a little bit about the situation in the magic city today, especially what he saw and heard when he intentionally stopped on the side of the road and refueled, and finally confirmed that there was indeed no tail following him.

"What's the matter, it turns out that I have been fighting wits and courage with the air for no reason all day, and I didn't even get to lunch... Am I timid or timid?"

The scythe with a very ugly face taunted himself, and then rushed towards the nearest transfer point...

An hour later, I bought a sickle for fast food at the gate of the community, and finally returned to the place where I stayed.

"Being watched?"

The commander had been waiting for him to return all day long. Although he didn't call later, he hadn't seen Sickle come back for a long time, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense. In the end, he didn't dare to take the initiative to call to ask why, for fear that something would happen. .Seeing him looking so hungry now, don't you know that something really happened?
"No, I just felt something was wrong on the way back. I spent a day in the city." Digging the rice with a scythe and a big spoon, he asked jokingly, "Why, is the Commander worried about me?"

"Isn't this nonsense, you are one of the four guardian kings of our Heavenly Dao League, if something happens to me, will I still be a mess?" The commander laughed angrily.

"Come on, is it so real? I'm just about to be touched. You're too good at how to behave, aren't you?"

"Okay, let's not be poor, let's get down to business. Today I called over there specifically to ask how my monitoring base is going. I asked around and guess what happened?"

Faced with such low-level mystification, Sickle didn't even need to use his brain: "What else can I do? Their monitoring base has also been taken away! Based on my understanding of the other side, if there is no problem, they need to collect information or need us When you are a pawn, you will not think of us."

"That's right! It turns out that not only our monitoring base was taken away last night, but a dozen of them were also taken away. Only a dozen people managed to break through. It is said that the direct descendants who came this time went away overnight. Ninth, almost the entire army was wiped out!"

Sickle, who was still careless in the original version, just froze there this time, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Isn't it? Is it so miserable?"

"It's true! Didn't you see that our place is much quieter?" the commander reminded.

"That's right, where have everyone gone? It's full of smog and noise on weekdays..." Speaking of this, Sickle suddenly thought of something: "Couldn't they all be borrowed over there?"

The commander smiled wryly: "Not all of them, only two-thirds have been transferred. After all, our side also suffered heavy losses."

"Two-thirds? Then we only have a dozen or so people left? What can we do next with this little manpower?" We can all be transferred, and we can all save trouble!"

"Who says it's not, but...there made it clear that we don't want the two of us, and it's not easy for us or you to stay here as a bachelor commander, otherwise, you think they can't do it..."

Sickle dismissed this: "Fart, it's because they don't have anyone anymore, I'm afraid we have ideas in the past, right?"

The more he talked, the more he got angry, and finally he cursed directly: "The group of bastards, the Prophet set up two parts, the light part and the dark part, in order to complement each other. In the end, they took advantage of the Prophet's death in the Anbu base to win the right to develop their own armed forces Since then, they have been guarding against our development all the time, so that Anbu has been completely reduced to their reserve team, pawns..."

A layer of cold sweat appeared on the back of the commander when he heard it, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Be careful—"

"I'm afraid of wool..." Although he said so, Sickle still angrily put away the set of gossip and started eating again.

It's just that vicious look, no matter how you look at it, it seems that this bowl of rice is regarded as an object of displeasure: "What shall we do next? Since they called over there, there must be a plan? I don't believe they are here At times like this, they will let us idle! If we are not dragged to be buried with us, I'm afraid they will die with regret."

"It's true. They said that we should keep an eye on the Zhao family first. They need to gather all their manpower and experience to do an internal cleanup first, so as to prevent similar things from happening again."

"Why, except traitors?" Scythe's eyes lit up, and he became interested immediately.

His thoughts turned, and he deduced: "More than a dozen strongholds were cleaned up by the flower planter's government at one time. It does seem that there is an internal problem, but it cannot be ruled out that the flower planter's government has used information monitoring methods. As far as I know, the radio station here Use is a matter of control, not impossible."

At the end of the analysis, Sickle couldn't help but frowned: "How on earth did they confirm that there was an internal problem, so they dare to put aside their business and do a self-examination first?"