I Dedicate Black Technology to the Country

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12 midnight.

Wu Xie stood quietly on the top floor of the main building of the A-military base.

Looking at the moonlight in the distance.

that direction.

It's Japan.

wow~

The space fluctuated, and the silhouettes flickered.

A charming figure appeared beside him.

White shirt, flesh|color|socks, high heels, and delicate makeup.

The black texture | full of sense of training clothes perfectly set off the perfect figure |

huh~~

A slightly cold wind blew gently.

The scent of fresh lemon wafts in the air.

"Naiko."

"kindness."

"How did you come?"

"I...I'm a little bored."

The girl shook her head, paused, and finally said casually.

"kindness."

Wu Xie didn't say anything. He kept looking at the bright moon above the sky, which seemed to be thinking about something.

...

Building downstairs.

A group of people just clocked back to the dormitory after get off work, ready to rest tonight.

when they walked out of the building.

A picture came into view.

For an instant.

Everyone held their breath subconsciously and stared blankly at the scenery above the high-rise buildings, as if the scenery in front of them was too beautiful to be broken.

Above the 66-storey main building.

A boy stood looking at the bright moon in the distance.

Long winds.

A girl with a graceful body | Miao Xiu | long leaned on the boy's shoulder.

Bright moon and autumn wind.

extremely beautiful.

The whole picture is very harmonious.

.........

Early the next morning.

The calm A-military base was broken by a burst of engine noise, and a column of green transport vehicles roared towards the training ground of the A-military base.

Da Da Da~

Da Da Da~

The roar of the high-speed rotation of the propeller resounded throughout the military base, and almost everyone was awakened by this movement.

Five helicopters whizzed by from the low altitude.

Finally landed on the training ground.

A man with extremely white complexion and a resolute face walked out of the helicopter cabin.

huh~~

The cold wind blows.

The long white hair was blown up in the cold wind, the pale face that was almost morbid, the black clothes that never changed, and the indifferent eyes to everything.

White Death.

White up!

He is back.