The Vicious Female Supporting Brother Difficultly Survives

The fighting in Oaklandton has not stopped. There are only ruins where terrorist organizations and government forces have exchanged fire. The once prosperous and beautiful city is now devastated.

The only buildings in the capital that are still intact are the foreign embassies, but they have also withstood a few minor air raids.

He Bokai carried a man with severely corroded skin on his back, and under the cover of his comrades, he moved to a temporary warehouse.

"Professor Qian, are you okay?" A special soldier with an ordinary face and a resolute temperament asked.

The person on He Bokai's back asked with difficulty: "I'm fine, am I safe now?"

"Yes." He Bokai said while guarding the surrounding environment.

The sweat on Professor Qian's forehead blurred his vision, and the intense pain was about to take away his consciousness. His neck was bloody and his subcutaneous tissue was exposed.

"I... I'm about to die, I've already destroyed those materials..." As he spoke, Professor Qian died.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"The task of destroying the data was successful, but the task of protecting the hostages failed. I am going to go back and receive punishment." He Bokai said in a deep voice.

"Damn it! If it wasn't for the intelligence error, we would never have thought that they would have extra ammunition, and they would not be defenseless and suffer heavy losses!" Lao Luo, with a bandage on his face, cursed in a low voice.

"They have a dark line to transport arms from the country." He Bokai recalled the results of the investigation these days, all the clues and evidence point to a black empire.

"We can't touch Gu Wenzong." Lao Luo recognized the reality, and said this fact that everyone knew rather self-deprecatingly.

It's cruel, the justice they uphold in their hearts has been challenged, but they are powerless.

"I said I can move, so I can move." He Bokai's eyes were like flames, "Don't interfere, I will do it."

Lao Luo lowered his head in shame, "I'm sorry boss, I'm afraid that Gu Wenzong will take revenge on my family."

He Bokai patted Lao Luo's shoulder reassuringly.

It's been a month, and it's time to go back.

. . . . . .

Su Weidai didn't expect that he would be kidnapped again. Having experienced it once, he seemed a little calm. His eyes were blindfolded and his limbs were tied to a chair.

"It's you again, Gu Wenzong! Are you too busy to panic?" Su Weidai said angrily.

"Who is Gu Wenzong?" A mandarin is not standard, said with a British accent.

It's not Gu Wenzong?Su Weidai suddenly became nervous, the black cloth in front of him was untied, and the sudden light made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Meet you for the first time, my poor brother."

It was a man with the same hair color and eye color as him. He was very handsome, with a kind of aristocratic style accumulated over time.

Su Weidai felt that the man should not hurt him, so he was very curious about the man's words, "Am I your brother? Then why did you kidnap me?"

The man smiled, "Brother in name, don't worry. Let me introduce myself, my name is Arnold, oh, my full name is Arnold Lecter."

Su Weidai looked blank.

"and then?"

"Oh? Haven't you even heard of the Lecter family?" Arnold smiled happily, and Su Weidai looked at him inexplicably.

Arnold seemed to be muttering to himself, "Are you his heir?"

Su Weidai had too many questions in his heart, and he wanted to ask them out, but when he saw the gun that Arnold took out, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

Arnold put the gun into Su Weidai's hand, and then took out a saber and gestured at Su Weidai.

"Where do you start cutting?"

Su Weidai closed his eyes tightly in fear.

"Won't you shoot me?"

As if feeling the temperature of the gun, Su Weidai dropped it in fright.

"What a coward."

The author has something to say:

emmmmmmm. . . . .Recently, the collection has risen unexpectedly, and I am so happy that I am rolling!Suddenly found that He Bokai hadn't played for a long time, so I pulled it out for a while~ I found that I was still very partial, and the three offensive scenes were not evenly distributed. . .