Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

Sheng Wenyin was speechless, she stared at Qi Si, her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head: "I beg you, please make up a decent reason."

Qi Si laughed, noncommittal.

At this time, the plane was about to take off, and the broadcast reminded them to wear their seat belts.

After a while, the plane took off slowly, Sheng Wenyin looked at the scenery outside the window, yawned, and said, "I've been guarding the little trash for half a month, every day the rooster didn't crow, I woke up, the dog fell asleep, I haven't slept yet, don't worry, I'll catch up on sleep for a while."

As Sheng Wenyin said, he stuffed Sheng Xingyan, who was already asleep in his arms, to his father, and then covered herself with Sheng Xingyan's blanket.

Qi Si took his son helplessly, took out another blanket from the stroller, and covered the child.

Sheng Wenyin fell into a drowsy sleep, and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Sheng Wenyin dreamed that she had become a slave. The little trash was her foreman. She slept in a mud house with several slaves. Every day, the little trash would slap them in the back with a whip.

While slapping, he also scolded: "I made you lazy! I made you lazy! See if I don't beat you to death!"

She squatted on the ground and wailed: "Master little trash, don't hit me, don't hit me, I won't dare again!"

But the little rubbish still refused to stop, and continued to whip her: "Don't you dare? You slavish slaves, you deserve to be beaten! Kill you! Kill you! Make you stop working! Make you stop working!"

Sheng Wenyin burst into tears: "I work, I will work right away!"

The little garbage shouted: "Work fast! Work fast! Sheng Wenyin! Work! Work! Work!"

"Work...work...work..." Sheng Wenyin muttered, his expression extremely frightened.

"Sheng Wenyin? Sheng Wenyin? Work! Get up and work!" In the ear, the sound of urging people to die continued, as if they were about to shout out the soul, and it was accompanied by violent shaking!

"Sheng Wenyin? Sheng Wenyin!"

"Ah!!!" Sheng Wenyin woke up suddenly, sat up, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw the old face of her uncle in front of her.

Jian Huating heaved a sigh of relief, and urged: "Hurry up and get off the plane, the plane is about to leave! Fortunately, I caught up, the plane has not yet fully taken off, otherwise I will let you run away! What are you doing in a daze, hurry up! "

Sheng Wenyin was dragged up by her uncle in a daze, and Qi Si was beside her, coaxing Sheng Xingyan who was also woken up and yelled loudly.

Five minutes later, Sheng Wenyin and Qi Si were standing on the huge airfield, watching the plane fly away in front of them. She and Qi Si looked at each other. box.

"That's exactly how it is, do you understand?" Jian Huating asked anxiously.

Sheng Wenyin was dumbfounded, blinked his eyes, and looked at his uncle: "Go to work in the Golden Triangle? Us?"

Jian Huating said: "To be precise, it is the Nirvana Special Forces, together with the Owl Wolf team, and more than 30 support troops, all lost contact. According to the news from there, they were either killed or captured, so I arranged for you go."

Sheng Wenyin opened his mouth slightly: "Why us?"

Jian Huating narrowed his eyes: "To be exact, it's the blood phoenix."

At the back gate of the airport, a low-key seven-passenger car has long been waiting for them.

When Qi Si and Sheng Wenyin got into the car, they saw another person in the passenger seat.

Qi Yanbo took his grandson from Qi Si's arms, and said to the two with a serious face: "You were supposed to attend the awards ceremony, and you shouldn't be sent there, but this task is very tricky and needs to be used. Apart from you, I can't think of other candidates."

As an officer and as a father, Qi Yanbo is also conflicted in his heart.

But now the situation is imminent. The drug dealers on the Golden Triangle can annihilate the entire [-] support army, which means that there are... there are traitors.

Qi Yanbo didn't say too much, more things, on the way out just now, Sheng Wenyin and Qi Si had already heard what Jian Huating said.

Qi Yanbo asked again: "Are you willing to go?"

Sheng Wenyin glanced at Qi Si at this moment.

Qi Si nodded to her.

Sheng Wenyin also nodded and said, "When are you going?"

Jian Huating said: "Immediately."

The military flight is ready, and all members of the Nirvana special forces team, and all members of the Eagle Wolf team, are already on their way.

At this moment, Sheng Wenyin reached out and stroked Sheng Xingyan who was sitting in his grandfather's arms.

She rubbed her son's hairless hair, and said gently: "Finally I don't have to take you with me, little bastard."

Sheng Xingyan: "..."

Assemble, get ready, an hour later.

Director Wang received a call from Sheng Wenyin, who said that she and Qi Si would not be able to go to the Cannes Film Festival this time.

Director Wang was about to get angry.

"Beep beep..."

The phone has been hung up.

Sheng Wenyin hung up the phone, turned it off, and threw it into the locker on the plane. She took out the work phone that she needed to wear during the mission. After adjusting the data, she locked the closet and walked to the mirror in the locker room. In front of him, facing the mirror, he put on his combat uniform neatly.

After changing her clothes, as soon as she came out, she saw that the conference room was already full of people. Yama was sitting at the top, and the two seats below Yama's left and right hands were sitting on one side of Qi Si who had just unfolded the materials, and the other was empty.

Sheng Wenyin sat in the empty seat, and looked at Qi Si across the table.

Next to Qi Si were the other veterans of the Xiaolang team.

Next to Sheng Wenyin were the other veterans of the Nirvana Special Forces.

Yan Wang said: "This mission, codenamed 'Operation Phoenix'..."

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The northern border of Myanmar, Feicheng.

In the imperial concubine city at midnight, the lights are bright and the neon lights are flickering.

In a bar located in the southern part of the Imperial City, the music was loud and the crowd was rotten.

Walker was wearing a black leather jacket. He walked into the bar, handed a bag to the bartender, sat down in front of the bar, and asked lazily, "Is there anything wrong today?"

The bartender smiled and said, "Brother Walker, it's all right, no one is here to make trouble."

Said, handed the boss a glass of wine.

Walker took a sip, and was about to say that he would go back if he had nothing to do, when a waiter ran over and said to the bartender, "I still need room 2."

The bartender was startled, opened the bag Walker had just brought back, took out two small bags of drugs from it, and handed it to the waiter: "I've had it almost five times, right? How many of them are there, and they are so high?"

The waiter said: "Just two, the other one didn't smoke, and that woman smoked."

Walker looked in the direction of box 2, and when the waiter left, he asked the bartender, "What girl?"

The bartender said: "I don't know each other. I haven't been here before. I'm a new customer. I'm very addicted."

Walker didn't care much, got up and said, "Let's go, keep an eye on it."

Then he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a huge impact sound suddenly came from the direction of the box.

Walker turned his head to look, and saw that the door of Box 2 had been knocked open, and the waiter just fell inside the door, clutching his chest, and vomited a mouthful of blood!

Walker stared: "Dare to make trouble in Lao Tzu's place!"

After finishing the words, he directly raised his hand, called the thugs scattered around the bar, grabbed the gun, and walked over there.

When he reached the door of Box 2, Walker had someone drag away the waiter who was still vomiting blood on the ground, and looked into the box fiercely!

Seeing this, he was stunned.

On the sofa in the private room, a woman in a bright red tight skirt sat there coldly with her legs crossed.

She has cold eyes, long slightly curly hair, loosely draped over her shoulders on both sides, the woman glanced at Walker outside the door, she looked back, and picked up the cigarette case on the table.

Pulling out a cigarette, the young man with a dark complexion standing beside her immediately bowed, took out the lighter and lit it for her.

The woman took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled a thin puff of smoke from her sexy vermilion lips.

At this time, she looked at the people outside the door again, shook the cigarette ash, and asked lightly: "Are all the people in your place so ignorant of the rules?"

Walker looked in shock at the strange woman in front of him, full of wild charm all over his body, he squinted his eyes, quickly regained his senses, raised his pistol, and said with a cold voice, "Stop fucking nonsense, do you know where this is...Ah! "

Suddenly, the man standing next to the woman leaned forward the moment Walker took out his gun. His movement was so fast, as if it was just a gust of wind. Walker felt a pain in his wrist. The bone in the hand was directly broken, and the gun in his hand changed hands immediately!

At the same time, Walker's men immediately aimed their guns at the man, and the man's guns were aimed at Walker.

Under the situation of confrontation, no one dared to act rashly.

The singing in the bar hall did not know when it stopped.

The woman stood up from the sofa at this moment, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Stepping on black high-heeled shoes, she walked slowly to the door of the box, and with slender fingers, she took out a pocket knife from the waist of her male hand.

Unfolding the blade easily with one hand, she pointed at the tip of the knife, raised Walker's fractured hand, and said twice, "Sorry, I don't like being pointed at with a gun."

Walker said harshly, "Who the hell are you?"

The woman chuckled, and in the next second, the sharp tip of the knife fell down unprepared...

"Ah!!!!" Walker's finger fell down in response!

The blood-stained finger fell on the black floor tiles, and the color looked very deep.

The woman said casually: "Who am I? Let's talk about it later. First, you use this hand, hold a gun, and point at me to settle the score. The remaining four fingers, will it be you or me?"