After talking for so long in one breath, Ma Shaoqiang heaved a sigh of relief. He took the cup of water that Zhao Lu handed over and took a big gulp to moisten his throat. He continued,"Of course, due to the secrecy and mysteriousness of the military commander, it is impossible for him to tell us your real names. I think we should set up a special operation team to be responsible for assassinations and intelligence collection. This organization will be called Guns And Roses.”Ma Shaoqiang had a bad taste. Guns N 'Roses was the name of an American rock band that he loved very much in his previous life.
Zhao Lu immediately added," I think it's fine. Young Master is Young Master. You can see further from a higher position." Guns N 'Roses was such a good name.”Qi Wan Ting rolled her eyes at Zhao Lu. When she was young, she was even more clingy to Shaoqiang than she was. She loved to follow behind Shaoqiang and support him. She Man, who was lying on the hospital bed, interrupted,"We have to keep it mysterious and become famous in the country. How do we do it?" Also, there would be more people coming out to pick peaches. This kind of thing was already common within the military organization.”
" Yes, I've also considered this problem. I think that every time we successfully complete an operation, we will send a clear message to the entire country. The Gun and Rose Special Operation Team of the 7th Division of the Military Command will be responsible for this matter, and then attach the results of the operation to the message. As for who wanted to pick the peaches? " Tsk, Wanting is openly sitting at the back, and I'm in the middle to contact, dispatch, and participate in the team's operations. You sisters don't have to show your faces. Stay mysterious and move around in the enemy's territory. Other than some Fang Shi who carries out his own plans, we ignore everyone else's orders. They won't be able to find anyone to poach even if they want to. Besides, we're so united, who can separate us?"”
Qi Wan Ting thought for a long time before saying," The key point is that the assassinations and intelligence theft that you plan and carry out must have an impact on the war situation or something that has a greater impact. They must be presentable. Otherwise, killing a few small fries won't attract much attention. The most important thing is your safety. This is what I'm most concerned about now.”
"You don't have to worry about this problem. Your husband will take care of everything. Your sisters don't have to act on the frontlines. They will be in charge of some logistics and cooperation. I will carry out the actual work. As long as they are careful, their safety won't be a problem. This time, we'll try this major first and have an appetizer.”Because Ma Shao Qiang had the Werewolf Kill system, he spoke with confidence.
Although Qi Wan Ting was still worried, since she had already decided, she tried her best to participate in the discussion from the perspective of a bystander to perfect all the details and strive for perfection. Qi Wanting considered the entire plan and instructed Xiao Si, Zhao Lu, to secretly contact Wang Guowei of the Shanghai Special Agent Group to get a list of suspects and get him to prepare a sniper rifle. Ma Shaoqiang, who was a bit of a scumbag, sat by She Man's bed with nothing to do. He talked to her casually, poured water, peeled fruits, and occasionally pretended to accidentally touch the back of her hand and face. She Man felt her face burning. In the end, she pretended to be tired and turned around to close her eyes.
Ma Shao Qiang was embarrassed when he saw this. His thoughts were seen through by others, hehe. He was also a little puzzled. After transmigrating, he was a little too free. Could this be the so-called protagonist characteristic? Everything was self-centered, and everyone else revolved around him. Didn't the novels he read in his previous life about rebirth and transmigration all have the same rhythm of the protagonist showing off his domineering aura, saying that all the beauties and money were mine, and that he would kill anyone who stood in his way?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it. Fortunately, I still have my Wanting, hehe. "Dear wife, are you tired? I'll give you a massage.”He sneakily came to Qi Wan Ting's side, ignoring her coyness, and carried her onto his lap, his hands moving up and down.
"Hey, Shaoqiang, your technique is quite good. It's not too hard, not too hard. It's quite comfortable.”
Zhao Lu came out with the message paper and saw her eldest sister sitting on the young master's lap. The young master's hands were still very unruly. He clearly saw her enter, but he still did not stop. He was too brazen. The big sister also let him be. She bent over and wrote the action plan on the coffee table. She was really furious. At this time, Ma Shao Qiang had already broken through the shackles of the secular world. He was calm and did as he pleased. He said casually,"Come, Fourth Sister, let me see the message.”Zhao Lu rolled her eyes at him angrily, sat down heavily at the side, and handed him the message.
"Wang Guowei reported that he immediately changed the contact point and headquarters address, and asked the team members to remain silent. There were three confirmed suspects. Just in time. When She Man and you recover from your gunshot wounds, the three of you sisters will each keep an eye on one of them and find a loophole.”"Fourth Sister, is this dormitory yours or Sherman's? There aren't enough rooms. Where can your sister and I stay?”
"It's up to you. Big Sister is staying with me. There are two rooms. Big Sister and I have one room, and Third Sister has one room.”
"What are you saying? You want to separate us? Then why don't you accompany me out? She Man and I will sleep on the same bed, hehe.”
At this moment, Qi Wan Ting straightened up and patted him lightly with her small hand." You've been behaving all day. Little San and Little Si should recuperate well for the next two days. The two of us will stay at the Fu Shun Inn across the street.”She had long thought that he was Ma Shao Qiang's man.
"Wifey is wise." Ma Shaoqiang smiled and raised his eyebrows at Zhao Lu.
In the end, the few of them discussed and decided that they would leak the news of the operation to Wang Guowei two days later. The three sisters would then keep an eye on the suspects respectively, and Ma Shaoqiang would be in charge of the assassination operation. At this time, the sky was already dark. The couple temporarily bid farewell to She Man and Zhao Lu. They walked along the school path, past the field and the school, and out of the main gate. They arrived at the Fortune Inn, which was a street away from the school. They booked a superior room on the second floor in the northwest corner. If there were any special circumstances, they could open the window and escape through the Xiezhen car store next door.
At night, the spring was naturally warm. Ma Shao Qiang was worried that he would take action two days later, so he did not force Qi Wan Ting's body. The two of them were honest with each other, whispering and embracing each other in their dreams.
The night passed without a word. The next morning, through the window, the street was filled with the sound of hawkers and car horns, waking the two of them up. Looking at Qi Wan Ting's lazy sleeping posture, Ma Shao Qiang felt proud and kissed her eyebrows, her eyes, and her lips. When Qi Wan Ting woke up, she was also moved and kissed him. It was extremely warm. The two of them spent more than 10 minutes together before they both got up and washed up.
Walking out of the inn, the north-south streets were bustling with people. They found a breakfast stall. Ma Shaoqiang drank soy milk, ate fried dough sticks, and steamed buns while casually looking around. The people on the street had a feeling that the merchant girl did not know the hatred of the subjugated country. They still sang the flowers in the backyard across the river. Thinking of the Nanjing Massacre, did they not feel that if the skin did not exist, how could the hair attach? He thought of the Nanjing Massacre. Right, today was December 13th. If there were no mistakes or accidents in history, Nanjing would have fallen.
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers. Sir, please buy a copy of the newspaper. It's only two cents per copy.”A child selling newspapers on the street was selling newspapers at various stalls along the street. Ma Shaoqiang waved his hand to summon the child and bought a copy of Ta Kung Pao. Sure enough, the front page had a big headline: December 13th, Nanjing, the capital of the Republic of China, fell.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]