Female president's private killer

The automatic rifles in the hands of several capable soldiers were slightly distorted. Their grip strength was too strong, and even the metal assault rifles in their hands were unable to withstand.

They are all soldiers and will never accept the insults of strangers at will.

No. 4 stopped, glanced at several dragon riders with those eyes that did not belong to human beings, sneered and said, "why, do you want to hit me? Come on! Hit me! "

The standoff between the two sides lasted for five seconds.

The blue haired and feminine young man who had gone far suddenly shouted coldly, "No. 4, don't talk nonsense! More things will kill you! "

No. 4 shivered slightly, looked at No. 1's back bitterly, and chased the three people who had gone far.

"Lift the alert, clean up here, and then have a three-day holiday. Maintain the necessary surveillance of the spider castle. " When Sharon finished giving the order, she hurried to the medical room with saber in her arms. If you delay a little longer, don't talk about Saber's ability. His life may not be saved.

However, Sharon found that these subordinates who had followed him for many years looked at him with some strange eyes.

He sighed deeply. He was old, and these subordinates were still in their prime of life and had enough ambitions and dreams. When facing the provocation of No. 4, Sharon could hardly suppress his anger and wanted to fight them to the death!

However, the years of war have not only brought Sharon pain, but also rich experience and strong will.

There is not only one No. 4, but also No. 2, No. 3 and obviously more powerful No. 1. And behind this task force, there is also president Alam standing as tall as a mountain!

Thinking of that man, general Sharon's ambition was just a little boiling, just like being watered out by a basin of water.

In this country, strong power is the foundation of power. Even the government forces themselves are not monolithic. They often look for opportunities to grab territory from each other, but no matter how powerful the general is, he will not easily provoke president alam, who has the highest voice.

Because all those who dare to do so are dead.

This small country on the west coast is called sandy land. Its area is not large. Most of its territory is on the coastline. The terrain in the South gradually fluctuates, forming a fjord with mountains and seas.

There are several large islands very close to each other in this bay. The presidential palace is located on the island called black smoke. Several small towns and a small city are scattered on this large island of hundreds of square kilometers. Towns and cities are mostly inhabited by staff serving the presidential palace and Guard troops.

At the southernmost end of Niaoyu Island, there is a magnificent castle built on a very steep sea cliff.

The castle made of dark rock is towering, full of the rough atmosphere of the vicissitudes of life, standing tall between the low deep clouds and the roaring sea.

This ancient castle is the residence of President Alam.

There is a large office on the top floor of the main building of the castle, which is decorated with thick wine red. The office floor is nine meters high. Several candles lit in the room can't shine on the ceiling at all, and most of the space is occupied by deep darkness.

There are seven long and narrow French windows in the office. Outside the window is the surging sea.

Under the candlelight, the old man's appearance can be seen clearly. His pale hair, old face and a pair of eyes seem turbid, but they seem to be able to see through all the fog in the world and directly to the people's heart. Sitting there quietly, like a resting tiger lying on a plate, the silence exudes a momentum of not being angry and powerful.

The old man was sitting in the sand, looking intently at the light screen in front of him.

Since a light screen means electricity, no one knows why he has to order candles. Maybe tigers are not used to using electric lights.

On the light screen is the picture of the battle between general Sharon and qinglinghui just now. This is the third time he has watched the battle record.

He reached out and closed the light screen, buried his body in the sand, slowly closed his eyes, and gently rubbed the corner of his forehead with the middle finger of his left hand. By the flickering candlelight, we could see that the old man's gray and white head was a little scattered.

After a rest, the old man pulled a satin rope by the sofa.

A minute later, the door of the office quietly opened and walked into a beautiful woman of about 20.

It should be said that she is an extremely beautiful woman.

She was wearing a black suit, a correct bow tie, and a low hat covered half of her face. But the sharp lines of the chin and slightly plump lips are telling the temptation all the time. Her height of more than 1.8 meters makes her the focus of attention wherever she appears.

"The great president Alam." She said honorifics, but in a half joking tone: "what's the matter with me?"

"Have you seen the battle video just now?" Alam didn't open his eyes. At the moment he looked like a tired old man with no sign of ability. However, due to being in the top position for a long time, it will naturally spread a kind of dignity.

"Well, qinglinghui is becoming more and more beautiful." The beautiful woman smiled and said a sentence that had nothing to do with the battle.

Alam snorted coldly, slowly opened his eyes, and a layer of strange red suddenly flashed through his light blue pupils.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the office for several times, suddenly stopped in front of a French window and stared at the deep sea: "it seems that I underestimated the strength of this qinglinghui. I always think she is just a scientist. Even if she has the ability, there is nothing to worry about. Now..."

A chuckle suddenly sounded in the deep office. The beautiful woman said with a soft voice and temptation: "it's better for me to take her back."

Alam ignored her suggestion and asked, "how likely do you think they are to succeed on the 1st?"

The beautiful woman said softly, "if only from the data, the probability of No. 1 success is at least 80%. But if the data can explain everything, the world will be much simpler. I remember one of Mr. GERD's favorite words is that data is just a picture. When luck is added, the picture has a soul. So... Accidents always exist, and we can never calculate accidents. "

"Don't mention this man." Alam frowned and interrupted the soft voice.

The beauty walked slowly behind alam, gently kneaded her shoulders for the old man who had shortened more than half her head, smiled and said, "don't mention it, anyway, it's an extremely boring murderer."

Alam's face was a little gloomy, and it was obvious that this GERD made him in a bad mood.

The woman in black showed an extremely flattering smile. She kneaded her shoulder for Alam and said almost close to his ear: "let me catch qinglinghui for you! Just let me out! "

Although the woman seemed to use all her tricks, Alam's voice was still dignified and was not moved by her: "catch her? Alice, are you trying to kill her? "

Alice gently stuck out her tongue and reluctantly expressed some fear after being seen through, but she immediately pestered, "I won't kill her, I promise not to kill her! I promise to bring her back alive? "

Finally, the president could not bear her entanglement. He gently rubbed his forehead and sighed, "then go."

"At your command!" The woman suddenly crouched down, her head hung down, and her forehead was almost covered with a scarlet carpet!

Her body was trembling slightly and excited about the coming fight.

"Alice!" Alam's voice suddenly became deeper and colder!

"Yes!" Women's trembling is also more obvious.

"Qinglinghui is of great value!" Alam said coldly, "do your best to bring her back alive! If you let me know that you deliberately killed her, you should know the consequences! "

"At your command!" Alice stood up with a whoosh, walked quickly to the door, and disappeared into the deep shadow of the castle in the twinkling of an eye.

After Alice left, Alam still stood where he was, just watching the turbulent sea quietly.

The seaside has always been the place where the weather changes the most because it is often affected by cold and hot air currents. At this time, the temperature at night will drop below the freezing point, and sometimes there will be cold weather close to minus 20 degrees.

But the survival ability of coastal plants is also practiced. Even in the unpredictable cold climate, trees, shrubs and even weeds stubbornly sprout new buds.

The one-sided green of new buds not only adds brilliance to the desolate and cold mountains, but also adds some strangeness.

In a sparse mountain forest, qinglinghui is walking alone towards a mountain not far in front.

That was her next goal and the next battlefield she had chosen.

In an inconspicuous cave on that mountain, it is not too much to call her private secret laboratory, or base. All the research of spider castle is under the eyes of others, but she needs a completely free independent space. She doesn't need to worry about what she wants to study.

There is not only necessary medicine and food, but also basic ammunition supply.

In order to build this laboratory, she borrowed a lot of debt. Of course, if she was still working in spider castle, the rich salary would be enough to be repaid in installments, but now

The forest traversed by qinglinghui is very strange. It is surrounded by huge trees dozens of meters high. The trunk is straight into the sky. There are only a few branches at the top, with sharp Brown needles.

These giant needle like trees are far away from each other. It takes tens of meters to grow one. The forest ground is full of shrubs half a meter high.

It's not the growing season, but these shrubs are full of fresh green leaves.

In fact, those giant trees have no ability to feed themselves through photosynthesis. In the invisible underground, their roots are extremely developed and almost densely distributed in the whole forest.

As for those low shrubs, they grow on their roots, and the nutrients they synthesize will in all likelihood be plundered by huge coniferous trees.

The relationship between parasitism and parasitism is more like animals, and shrubs are like slaves of needle wood.

Of course, there is a reason why this forest grows like this. The reason is the plant variation occasionally studied by qinglinghui.

The forest seems sparse, but it is actually connected. As long as someone enters the forest, the needle wood of the whole forest will respond.

If people who know this place well, it is not difficult to judge whether people or animals have entered the forest from the reaction of needle wood, and even how many people have entered and from which direction.

Qinglinghui likes to make a mess of small things on her own territory, but she never thought of the result of her occasional carelessness, but she turned this place into her own home.

No one is more familiar with everything here than her. Even if her opponent is stronger than her, she may not be able to take advantage of her in this place.

Qinglinghui, who was walking, suddenly stopped, narrowed her eyes, looked at the slightly inclined needles in front of her, and smiled silently.

enemy.

coming.