856. Chapter 856 Fighting to death, one less than sixteen
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In a conference room with tightly drawn curtains, two generals in military uniforms stood face to face, with a desk in between.
The documents on the desk are neatly arranged, with only a few newspapers placed in a messy manner.
The headlines on the front pages of several newspapers all share the same content.
The fat general held a lit cigarette in his hand and forgot to smoke it. He kept staring at the newspaper, frowning and thinking deeply about something. He didn't come back to his senses until the cigarette burned out and burned his fingers.
He quickly threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and looked up at the tall and thin lieutenant general opposite, "Do you think this kid really has amnesia or is he pretending?"
The admiral asked suspiciously.
The lieutenant general opposite sneered and raised his eyebrows slightly, "If he really lost his memory, how did Old Wu and the others get caught?"
A pair of turbid eyes flashed with an extremely sharp light, filled with murderous intent.
The fat admiral heard this and asked worriedly: "Then what should we do now?"
The lieutenant general frowned and pondered for a while, then slowly spoke, guessing: "If he doesn't have amnesia and is pretending to have amnesia, then he must be afraid that we will attack that girl again, so..."
There was a trace of concern in his tone.
His concerns made the admiral feel unsure, and he asked anxiously: "You mean we should start with that girl?"
"Hmph, this time we will find an opportunity to kill that kid directly." The lieutenant general said, the murderous aura hidden in his eyes revealed again. He reached out and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it slowly, and felt deeply.
He took a sip and slowly exhaled the smoke with a frown and a melancholy expression, "It will save you endless troubles."
The admiral frowned again and said with concern, "Last time so many bombs failed to kill him, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to find an opportunity to strike again this time."
‘Humph.’ The lieutenant general tugged at the corner of his lips coldly and said coldly: “Anyway, there must be a chance. I want to see if he really doesn’t care about that girl or if he pretends not to.”
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and asked again: "Is there anything going on with that boy Akai?"
The admiral shook his head and replied: "No, that guy is so cruel. If we hadn't found out earlier that time, he would have sold us."
Every time he mentioned Akai, he always got very angry.
"I don't want the goods he sent for the time being." The lieutenant general said and put out the cigarette in his hand, then picked up the mobile phone he put on the table and dialed a number.
It only rang twice before someone answered.
"Kill him when you have the chance, no need to hesitate."
There was a "yes" in reply and he hung up the phone.
When he hung up the phone, the admiral's new concern came out again, "It's good to be able to kill him, but what if I can't kill him and make him angry?"
"Old Wang, you've really gone back further and further." A hint of calculation flashed across his cloudy eyes, "If you can't kill him, you're just pretending to have amnesia."
Political Commissar Wang's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Yes, Lao Qin, what you said makes sense."
The people they sent out were also top killers. If they couldn't kill the kid, it would prove that the kid was prepared.
Then he has no amnesia.
Qin Shouyi said calmly: "Just wait, the results will come out soon."
The week has passed quickly and it's the weekend again.
Mu Mu has been living like a zombie this past week.
I still vomit every morning after eating and feel very low energy.
"How about you find a way to get me a gun, and I'll help you kill that scumbag, and you just pretend he never came back." Zhao Qingqing really couldn't stand Mu Mu being so depressed every day.
