Ten minutes after the massacre, reports began to appear all over the country.
The news immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
Similarly, this news also attracted the attention of the assassin organizations.
"Damn it, why didn't you rebel earlier or later? Why did you have to rebel today?”
In the assassin training camp, a group of higher-ups were smoking and having a meeting.
Because of the riots, the country had become very unsafe. At the same time, their safety had also suffered some changes.
Therefore, they had to hold a meeting here to decide whether to evacuate and leave the country temporarily.
" Big news!"
At this moment, a higher-up suddenly ran over anxiously.
When he ran over, everyone looked at him, wondering what had happened to make him so excited.
" All participating assassins will change the rules of the competition at the last minute. All of them will head to the capital of Country F and be evaluated by assassinating the high-ranking figures of the rebel army. The higher the level of assassination, the higher the score. The first place will receive a prize of 20 million US dollars!”
Soon, this person sent the news over. When they heard the news, someone immediately refused.
"This time, the rebel government has hired the most powerful mercenaries in Europe and the United States, and they have the power of the M Nation's arms dealers behind them. Can our assassins complete this competition? You must know that once they are injured or discovered by others, the ones who will lose will be our assassins!”
The person who spoke was one of the people in charge of this competition.
His words were mainly considering the issue of fresh blood in the organization. After all, losing an assassin meant losing a lot of money!
This was not an ordinary person. One had to know that it took at least three to five years to train an assassin.
They didn't mind losing one or two, but if they lost too many, they couldn't bear the responsibility.
"The mission is the will of the God of Killing!”
However, just as everyone was objecting, the person who reported the mission directly spoke coldly.
As soon as he said this, everyone present was stunned for a moment before they immediately became excited.
"The will of the God of Killing?"
"This…"
"I agree!"
"I agree too!"
"Agreed!"
"Second!"
After a few doubtful questions, more than a dozen higher-ups raised their hands in agreement.
Because they knew that it was useless even if they disagreed.
Asura had the most authority in this organization. All of this was because he was the highest commander of this assassin organization!
In his words, if an assassin was afraid of death, then he should stop being an assassin and go home to farm.
No one knew that the reason why Asura had changed the mission at the last minute was because he hoped that his daughter would be within his range. What if she was bitten by a lion? Seriously!
Of course, if this group of people knew, they wouldn't be surprised because they were used to the Asura's style.
Ever since everyone knew that his daughter had become an assassin, all the higher-ups had to greet the middleman every day.
It was this damned middleman who tricked Song Xiaoyu into becoming an assassin. As a result, their tragedy came.
All of them were mobilized at the drop of a hat, and they changed this rule and that rule.
A world-class assassin might seem mysterious to the outside world, but in the eyes of the higher-ups, they had already become a nanny group for Asura.
However, they did not dare to be negligent. They would rather be nannies than offend that man!
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"What?! The mission has changed?"
Song Xiaoyu, who was in the African wilderness, was immediately stunned when she received the temporary change in mission from the higher-ups.
At this moment, she did not know that Country F had completely fallen, and the war was in a white-hot state.
Therefore, she was very surprised after changing the mission of the competition.
After learning about the new mission rules, Song Xiaoyu was not afraid. Instead, she was extremely excited.
Because this competition could improve her professional standards.
In a war-torn zone, sniping a high-ranking leader of the rebel army was enough to make one feel a surge of blood in their bones!
Soon, Song Xiaoyu transferred her current location to the GPS and waited for the helicopter to arrive.
.....
As for Song Yu, the car finally arrived at the embassy after more than half an hour of being on tenterhooks.
As soon as they got out of the car, the Chinese people saw the safest place. The leaders and soldiers at the door all moved out to personally receive the refugees.
At the same time, the people from the Chinese Embassy had already prepared hot water, bread, noodles, and other food for them.
The foreigners, who had always felt that they had been treated unfairly, were stunned by this scene.
It wasn't that they hadn't heard some of the comments on the Internet, but after seeing it for themselves, they felt a deep sense of despair for themselves as citizens of the M Nation.
After the disaster, what welcomed them wasn't the M Nation, but China's noodles, China's military protection, and China's flag!
"What? The Chinese at the presidential palace didn't retreat successfully?”
Just as Song Yu arrived at the embassy and was about to eat a mouthful of hot noodles, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
After hearing the familiar voice, he couldn't help but follow the voice.
"Military combat zone, please leave!”
When Song Yu walked over, a few soldiers pointed their guns at him, telling him not to come in.
Facing the resistance, Song Yu directly took out a notebook and handed it to the other party.
After the soldier finished reading the notebook, he immediately ran to the head of the embassy to report the situation. After listening to the report from his subordinates, the head of the embassy looked at Song Yu suspiciously and immediately took the soldier's position book. After reading the steel seal on it, he instantly ran to Song Yu with incomparable respect and began to salute.
"The head of the Chinese Embassy in Country F, Jiang Ziqing, leads the First Unit of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, Third Military Region, to salute the chief!”
The head of the embassy's voice was extremely loud, so many eyes were immediately cast on him.
At the same time, this voice also attracted the attention of the person who had spoken earlier.
When that person walked over and saw Song Yu, he was instantly stunned. Then, he took the red book from the embassy. After taking the book, he immediately closed his legs and saluted Song Yu with the most standard military salute!
"The Chinese People's Liberation Army, 5th Military Region, 3rd Army Corps Commander, Xu Chenggong, salutes the general!”
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