The world is not right [rebirth]

Tang Su and Zhao Ying looked at each other.

The two of them exchanged opinions with their eyes, and soon Tang Su said: "I thought our country... no, it should be said that there are no superpowers who awaken and heal superpowers in the world?"

"You want to talk about the list of China's precious-level superpowers that you read from Admiral Tang?" Yun Qi spread his hands, "Actually, not all the names of precious-level superpowers will be listed on it, for the sake of confidentiality... and others The need for something, well, that's it, Agent 'Grey Dove' is an example of something that wasn't on the list."

Neither Zhao Ying nor Tang Su asked what the so-called needs for other things meant.

The former master writer looked at the photo of this agent very carefully. He looks like an ordinary boy next door. He feels that he is very suitable for healing superpowers. He does not look like an elite agent at all, let alone a widow. Mixed with high-status elites.

But the importance of healing people with superpowers is self-evident, especially for widows—an organization where dying people are always teleported back.

"How do we rescue him?" Tang Su asked.

"...Don't ask me such questions," Yunqi replied, "You are the 'creator'."

"Master never expected that his answer would be to let us hang up." Tang Su murmured in a low voice.

Zhao Ying, who was seriously preparing for the luggage, didn't hear what he said, raised her head and said in doubt.

At the moment, he is in the same attire as Tang Su, with a jacket over a black vest, military trousers and boots underneath.Heavy bullet belts weighed on their chests and shoulders, holsters hung around their waists, and sabers were concealed under long sleeves.But no matter how chilling their attire is, in Tang Su's eyes, the appearance of a great writer with his head tilted is still very innocent and lovable.Tang Su couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to kiss the corner of Zhao Ying's mouth.

There is no way to eat meat, and Tang Su can only live a dry addiction like this.

When he raised his head, he met the gaze of Admiral Tang who was standing not far away, and couldn't help but snorted, and raised his chin in a rebellious gesture.

General Tang turned his head indifferently, and continued talking to Chairman Zhong.

Tang Su: "..."

Before Tang Su made more irrational provocative gestures, Zhao Ying wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, grabbed Tang Su's collar, and pressed him on the newly packed luggage.Then he took out the old notebook in Tang Su's pocket, and threw it into the debris pile on one side.

"Ah hello!" Tang Su, who immediately forgot about Admiral Tang, rushed over and caught the notebook, "What are you doing, throw this away—"

He almost didn't fall down, holding the notebook and turning his head.

"—what do I use?"

When Tang Su said this, he turned his head and saw a new enlarged notebook in front of him.

It is a small loose-leaf book bound with several metal rings. It is no bigger than a palm and fits well in your pocket.It is not brand new, Tang Su can see that it is a little loose between one page and one page, it is not completely unused like every page is tightly pasted together.

He took the new notebook, looked up at the smiling Zhao Ying, then lowered his head and opened it.

Under the shroud of the alpha crystal's peak ray, Zhao Ying's crazy Amway's superpower effect did not appear.Tang Su only saw black characters written on the paper, neatly arranged, which were Zhao Ying's handwriting that he was familiar with.

He lifted the last page, bending the paper so that the pages bounced and fell.So he saw that all the paper, whether it was the front or the back, were filled with Zhao Ying's words.

"...When?" Tang Su asked in a daze, "You are training every day now, and you still have time to write this, even if you are insisting on a serialization at the end and a serialization in Jinjiang?"

Zhao Ying coughed lightly twice.

He can't tell Zhao Ying that because of his relationship, he is in a super good mood every day, and he is inspired no matter what he writes.It was too painful to have inspiration but not write it down, so before he knew it, he designed various props and filled a notebook.

Zhao Ying avoided the serious, and said in sign language: Throw away the original old book, there are basically not many props left on it.

"That can't be done," Tang Su put the two notebooks into his pocket as if nothing had happened, "Now these two belong to me."

Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows.

Just as he was about to say something, another familiar voice sounded before his actions.

"You two little bastards, are you on a mission or just in love!"

The two little bastards were terrified and subconsciously jumped to the side. The next moment, a sweeping leg swept past the place where they stood just now with a sharp wind.

Tang Su supported Zhao Ying and shouted, "Instructor!"

Although he was seriously ill, Instructor Gong, who was still as strong as an iron tower, was wearing a jacket, with his hands on his hips, and looked at them with frowns.

Standing in his shadow, the two young men were trembling with fear. Before their brains could react, their bodies had consciously stood at attention, and they barely saluted to show respect.

Laughter sounded around, although everyone lowered their voices, but because they were laughing too much at the same time, the gathered voices made people want to ignore them but couldn't ignore them.

Zhao Ying and Tang Su: "..."

It's a bit embarrassing.

"So you still know how to lose face," Gong Shizheng raised his eyebrows, "I think you two don't care about other people's eyes at all."

The description of not caring about other people's eyes at all is neutral and biased towards praise, but when Gong Shizheng said it, he was immediately full of irony.Zhao Yingshang couldn't react, but Tang Su, who was targeted by Gong Shizheng's eyes, immediately understood.

...Speaking of which, Instructor Gong and Yingbao's father are good friends. In a sense, they are Yingbao's elders?

Tang Su immediately understood why he was being targeted.

He immediately wanted to say a few words to interrupt the embarrassing atmosphere at the moment, but before he opened his mouth, Gong Shizheng had already said: "If you are still soldiers in my battalion, I will definitely break the six legs of the two of you."

Both Zhao Ying and Tang Su felt chills all over, but Gong Shizheng snorted and looked down at Zhao Ying.

Gong Shizheng is not married and has no children. For ten years, he has either been on missions or trained recruits in training camps.He originally thought that he had forgotten Zhao Ying, a little Mao Mao, but he didn't expect to see Zhao Ying again after ten years, and he actually felt a little bit like a parent to Zhao Ying.

But Zhao Ying is not his child, although this little bastard still respects him, I'm afraid he won't be happy that he has another godfather.

Since this is the case, he has no position to accuse the child of anything on emotional issues.

but……

"If this kid treats you badly," Gong Shizheng said to Zhao Ying seriously, "I can teach him a lesson for you."

"..." Zhao Ying.

Never expecting to hear this sentence, Tang Su was choked up by his own saliva.He put his arm on the shoulder of the speechless Zhao Ying, and patted his chest desperately with the other hand.In the end, it was Zhao Ying who patted his back for him to catch his breath. Tang Su weakly raised his hand and swallowed back what he wanted to complain about.

"Is the instructor well?" he asked. "Are you going to join this attack?"

Gong Shizheng shook his head.

"I'm here to see you off."

"what?"

Gong Shizheng gestured around to Tang Su, and the two young men looked around together.

The place where they are at the moment is not a military camp in the suburbs of Beiping, but a secret military base.There is a vast indoor square here, where the soldiers and superpowers who are about to participate in the attack have gathered.

Forts, ammunition, first aid kits, etc., undulate on the square like hills.Among the various military green camouflage materials, the soldiers have been arranged in a square queue, waiting to go.Compared with them, the superpowers who will participate in the battle are much more idle. In addition to Zhao Ying, today's protagonist and Tang Su, there are also Qu Ting and Ren Fuping - this fat man looks thinner - and the end point Group Major Jiang Hai.

They are all acquaintances. Zhao Ying Tang Su, who knew that these people were going to participate, was not surprised that they appeared here, but beside these people, there seemed to be other irrelevant people.

Qu Ting was talking with an elderly couple beside Ren Fuping with a smile on his face. The two old people were very lucky in shape and looked very similar to Ren Fuping.On the other side, Jiang Hai, who was wearing a classic bodybuilder's attire, hugged his petite wife, and the two were whispering to each other.

"The executives of the Chinese Super League Committee are not considered soldiers," Gong Shizheng said. "To participate in this kind of battle with heavy casualties, you must inform your family members. These people came to see them off after signing a confidentiality agreement."

"Why do we only have the instructor to see you off?" Tang Su called out immediately, "It feels so miserable!"

Then he was beaten on the head.

The three of them chatted until the operation commander started to blow his whistle. Tang Su turned his head and found that General Tang had walked to the center of everyone's attention at some point.

This admiral was already middle-aged, with deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his mouth. The years did not diminish his handsomeness, but enhanced his majesty.When he stood with his back straight, the entire indoor square was instantly silent.

He didn't say much, just gave a neat military salute.

Opposite him, thousands of soldiers and superpowers returned a military salute in unison.

Admiral Tang's eyes swept over his son who looked like a man without a trace. He spoke and said in a low voice in this quiet square: "The mission must be successful."

Chairman Zhong coughed lightly and said, "May our good sons and daughters return safely."

Admiral Tang interrupted his [-] exclamations and said concisely: "Let's get started."

The alpha crystal is removed from the instrument, and the use of superpowers is no longer restricted.Zhao Ying and Tang Su walked in the middle, accompanied by bright white butterflies along the way.In the end, the butterflies fell, and the colorful lights fluttered in the air, like swaying miracle flowers.

Federal 32452-generation fake death drug—prescription drug, swallowed, after 3 minutes, the person who takes it will fall into a state of suspended animation for five seconds, without sequelae.

Zhao Ying swallowed the pill in one gulp. Although he was already very fast, the bitter and stench still permeated the root of his tongue instantly, like the cold wind of three or nine days flowing down the throat and the test tube, and fell heavily into his body. in the stomach.Suddenly, Zhao Ying's limbs became numb.

On the other side, Tang Su was already reading aloud.

Blue and white currents jumped on everyone present, and when they gathered into a long dragon, the bright white butterflies swarmed up and devoured the food.A few seconds later, a white and slender light path galloped across the ground, turning, and then a circle with an area comparable to this square surrounded all those who participated in the attack.

The 12th-generation Kashraf space gate of the Federation—takes the space coordinates of a certain jump in the gate as the destination, and transmits all the things above the inside of the circle at one time.

This phantom prop, which is far beyond modern technology, captured the rose-red heart that expanded in an instant on Zhao Ying's body, and then activated it.White light rises from the edge of the circle like a fountain, and converges towards the center as it rises, finally converging into a hemispherical shape standing on the ground in the eyes of others.

There was only a snap!

The white light dissipated, and there was nothing in the dimmed circle.