"Instructor Zhang, we are here!" Chen Haoming stopped the car.
The three of them got out of the car at the same time, chose a higher place, and observed the castle of the Black Widow Group. Su Rou was once imprisoned in that castle, so Li Si risked his life to save her, and this
Once, the person imprisoned was a person who had nothing to do with him, and he still had to rescue him.
"Easy to defend but difficult to attack!" The instructor took a look with the telescope and said these four words. Li Si had already detected the terrain here when he rescued Su Rou. But the instructor could see it at a glance.
"What should we do?" Li Si asked hurriedly.
"Sneak attack!" The instructor pursed his lips and sneered: "I wonder how my junior sister is doing. I haven't seen her for more than ten years. Is she okay?"
The instructor's eyes couldn't help but feel the vicissitudes of life. He looked at the castle and took a deep breath. Li Si saw some clues from the instructor's attitude. It was impossible for the instructor not to like Yao Min, otherwise, how could he
Such emotion. However, if he liked her, why did he leave in the first place? Why did he tell Yao Min that he didn't like her? Is it because of his career?
"Instructor, how are we going to make a sneak attack?" Li Si asked curiously.
"Didn't I teach you before?" The instructor said with a faint smile: "If you want to use the simplest way to break down the strongest fortress, break it not from the outside, but from the inside!"
"Uh... we don't have internal support!" Li Si shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we disrupt the internal deployment, we can definitely do it!" The instructor's plan is bold, but it is always risky.
"Then what are we going to do now?" Li Si had a cigarette in his mouth. When the wind blew, the ashes scattered all over the floor. The instructor took a look and said, "I'll come in the evening. Now go to bed!"
…
In the City of Voltaire, Li Si and his instructor settled down temporarily and found a random inn to settle in.
While the instructor slept, Li Si went out for a walk. He always felt that the city of Voltaire was not as simple as imagined. It was not just the vicissitudes of history. He could even smell the smell of blood in the soil. Perhaps, in history,
This is a city full of killing.
"Anji Ligong!" A man in a kaka cloth, holding a white scarf in his hand, bowed to Li Si. Li Si smiled faintly, took a hundred-yuan RMB from his pocket and handed it over, and then accepted it.
