Although the road is roundabout, the direction is very familiar to me. I thought to myself that maybe Mingfeng is worried that someone from the other party has sneaked into our house, so now he won't even let me go or leave.
This kind of measure seems very game-like, and I'm not familiar with it.
But soon, we retreated to the side of the small courtyard, and Mingfeng stopped and said, "Let's take a rest. What happened just now happened suddenly and shocked you."
I shook my head and looked at Mingfeng. Although he appeared calm and rational, the thin sweat on his forehead showed that he was under considerable pressure.
I said: "Thank you, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."[
Mingfeng suddenly smiled, shook his head and said: "I don't blame you, I can only say that the other party is really well prepared, and it seems that this time it is inevitable.
Tomorrow's wedding will be a tough battle of wits and courage.
Moreover, no one else is here to help us this time, so we have to bear it on our own."
Uh, what does this mean? I basically don’t understand it.
Thinking about it carefully, I don't know how my father moved his hands. I asked: "My father, are you okay?"
"It was injured by the explosion. Liao Liang is rescuing it. That box is a little weird. Now it exploded. I don't know. It's a pity."
Mingfeng explained quickly, but he looked very unhappy about being treated for no reason.
However, I have lost my temper.
Dad is so professional as a cannon fodder; even if it wasn't intentional this time, it would still be tragic enough, ugh.
"Surveillance on three people from the east, capture them all alive."
"Two people from the north, captured alive."
"Continue to clear; thoroughly investigate the cause."
Mingfeng responded calmly.
"According to preliminary guess, it is a time bomb, and the remote control is on Lao Zhuang."
Aguo's voice was a little solemn, and it was different from the usual laughter; but this is also what it should be.
"check."
Mingfeng threw a word, and someone immediately divided the work in the earphones, sneaked into our home, coordinated and coordinated, etc., everything was very orderly.
The winter wind is very cold; it is close to the wall, the snow has not melted, and we have stepped on it a few times, so it is a little dirty.
However, this world was originally too rich to be clean; now it is just that we have stepped on it a few times to reveal its prototype.
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