Permissions forbid ABO

Wu Wu sat in the cockpit, with a thin layer of sweat on his palms. Most of the shells had been used in the early stage when there was still a clear boundary between the two sides, and the remaining small part seemed impossible to compare with the clones. A steady stream of numbers, not to mention...their people are still on the battlefield.

The command department has not issued an order for a long time, and it seems to have fallen into the same deadlock as him. There is a photo on the bridge, and Wu Wu's eyes fell to it. It is a photo of him and a girl.

That girl is dressed in a dignified way. There should not be such a family in such a remote place. She looks like a famous family in country A, but most of this famous family may not have a good family education——This girl looks There was a bit of savagery in the room, and it was hard to hide even a sweet smile.

If there are other people in an organization at this time, they will definitely recognize this girl as Zhang Aoya, who was famous when she stood in front of the camera and made uncivilized remarks when she first started to guide public opinion. Missy, Bonnie.

As for this Miss Bonnie, she used to be the only daughter of a big family. Although she was an Omega, she didn't have any family pressure. She kicked the ground with her feet and punched the air from a young age, and her parents loved her so much. Group of cameras swearing.

Later, the organization started a movement on the border of country A, and her family supported the organization side, so they became a team. I don’t know why, but they were with Wu Wu, a young master who only knew how to eat, drink, and play. Together, in this way, the two are really suitable, the young lady and the young master.

Wu Wu was thinking about how he had promised this young lady that he would go back a few days ago, and looking at the scene now, half of him was overwhelmed by melancholy in an instant.

And the young lady who was thought about day and night is sitting in the living room, putting on nail polish, listening to the report of the former servants at home. After listening for a long time, she finally seemed to feel impatient, and dialed a phone number very quickly. Throwing the mobile phone to the servant: "You talk to him yourself, I don't understand anyway."

The person who came to report was probably used to the eldest lady's temper. He lowered his eyebrows and accepted the mobile phone that seemed to be flying for no money. He looked at the three words "Tu Siben" on the screen and was stunned for a moment. Ni's pressure is still on the ears.

"Boss, I'm a spy sent by Miss Bonnie, and she told me to report the situation to you directly," he said.

Tu Siben on the opposite side was much gentler. Although there was unconcealable anxiety in his voice, he still maintained a decent polite way: You can just tell me directly. If we can survive, we will definitely do good to Miss Bonnie's family. Thanks a lot. "

"No, what can you do in the backcountry, just give me your little driver." Bonnie raised his eyelids, interjected inappropriately, and then slowly painted his nails.

"It depends on whether he is willing or not, Miss Bonnie." Tu Siben said politely, and then hurriedly changed the subject before Bonnie snorted coldly, "What is country A like now?" ?”

The spy immediately reacted and entered the working state, and put all the information he received in front of the screen one by one for Tu Siben to see: "We have now investigated that country A has fallen into extreme civil strife, and the streets have already Innocent civilians have been killed and injured, and the same is true in government buildings."

"Former President Zhang Aoya has been controlled by other high-level officials and has been targeted by the public. Now the official news is that he is suspended at home, but he is actually living under the supervision of other high-level officials. This situation started a year or two ago. , all these years, all the resistance of the former president has not collapsed."

"It's a pity that a generation of conspirators fell like this." Tu Siben said, "What about the other high-level officials, what is the relationship between the city guards and country B this time?"

"That's exactly what I want to say, leader, you know that there were spies in country A back then, right?"

Tu Siben hummed and admitted without hesitation: "So some high-level spies got in touch, or recruited other high-level people, and this method happened to attack us at this time."

"Yes, there is no problem with what you think, but most of the high-level people have passed because of the wind. For them, it is important to live a good life. What is the position of the people below or their own position? Isn't belief in this kind of thing a part of being a human being? Is it an exclusive product for those who work hard, not to mention that country A does not even have a president now, so there is no need to shout slogans."

"It's really scary to have such high-level people sometimes," Tu Siben said, "Then is there any way to deal with these clones?"

The spy was silent for a moment and said: "As you can see, this batch of clones should be regarded as 'waste' in essence, although I also think it is cruel to say so, but it is true, their self-awareness is not too strong, and there are not many The action design is just implanted with the images of some people, but it is actually a sandbag that can do all mechanical actions.”

"So these people may be easy to eliminate, but our number is far less than theirs. No matter how much we concentrate on eliminating them, we will still be dragged down." Tu Siben said.

"Yes, so our suggestion is to use artillery shells to bomb." The spy finished all the collected information, and nodded slightly to Tu Siben.

"It's unrealistic... It's impossible to keep the distance now, our people will die under the bombing, and the number of shells may not be able to cope with the constant stream of clone city guards." Tu Siben frowned and refused. "Miss Bonnie, may I trouble you with one more thing."

Bonnie raised his eyelids indifferently, and sat motionlessly waiting for him to speak. Seeing her expression, Tu Siben already knew that she would help most of the time, so he expressed his thoughts: "I want to ask your spies , Go check again how many people are there in the city guard who are not clones."

"According to common sense, if we have such a group of clones and use them ruthlessly, most of them will be placed in the position of charging forward, and those comrades counted as 'real people' will naturally die less The better it is, it should be kept at the end, or some so-called small tasks should be done separately to help the overall trend of the battlefield."

"You're right, go, get this done." Bonnie's approval didn't seem to be very intentional, at least when she spoke, her eyes were still focused on her beautiful snow-white hands, and her mouth opened wide. The spy was sent out again, and the spy was so dedicated to his work that he went out again without saying a word.

"It won't take long for the people of our family to go out together, just like just now, at most twenty or ten minutes, so don't worry about not being able to catch up with the speed of the battlefield." Bonnie looked at the last nail cover that was almost completed , in a good mood, explained to Tu Siben.

Tu Siben naturally didn't care about his attitude, at least on the surface, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss Bonnie."

A few minutes passed, and several groups of people had come to Tu Siben's office, most of them were talking about how the people who moved here were doing. He listened one after another, but he still couldn't wait for the news from Bonnie—— —Although the video of the two is hung up, Bonnie turned the screen to a wall of his own house, completely refusing to give Tu Siben a chance to say anything more, as if he would give you the news when he got the news.

Things can't be satisfactory, this truth is always there, Tu Siben still didn't get the news he wanted, because he received another news that shocked him

——The outside of the river was broken, and a large number of guards were retreating into the river.

how so.Tu Siben thought in his heart, he dare not think about any good things at all now, his mind is full of guards entering the river, which will inevitably attract a large number of troops from country B. Under the crushing of country B's technology, they What are these ants who have been uprising for nine years?

The blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, Tu Siben hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, he hadn't smoked for many years, and in order to give to other fellow smokers, he smoked it every day Be prepared, the nicotine calmed him down a bit, and he rethought about things outside Jiang.

"Secret this news, don't let the common people know, and don't let the soldiers know for the time being, of course, it must be sent to our high-level people, and an emergency meeting will be called immediately to discuss this matter."

Tang Congyun casually glanced at the ringing cell phone. It was Tu Siben calling from his official account. Every time he heard this kind of ringtone, he was either working overtime or had an emergency. Generally speaking, it was nothing good. , but he didn't have time to deal with any good or bad news, so he devoted all his attention to the battle under the tower.

Their formation was pierced by a small team of city guards for some reason just now. Although the group of city guards had turned into dead souls shot by guns, the formation on the organization side also became chaotic. Tang Congyun started from that moment Up to now, after struggling to resist for more than ten minutes, the formation was finally reorganized, and I took the time to glance at the wall clock.

Thinking about what might happen thousands of miles away, if there is no mistake, the guards should have been instigated, thinking about their side's instigation.

If so, they might still be saved.

Thinking of this, Tang Congyun's gaze was firm, like a planner who was preparing to close the net far away.What they need to do now is to try their best to hold on until the guards rush back from all directions, and give these clones a two-sided attack, then most of their affairs with country A will be resolved, and the rest will be difficult to deal with the people of country B.

No one knows what country B really wants, and according to the current offensive, even if there is a reconciliation, there may not be a good result. In the end, I am afraid that it will depend on whose fist is harder to solve the problem.

So what can solve country B?Tang Congyun was thinking, he was thinking about what Feng Bei said the day before, and he looked at the robot bracelet still on his wrist, wondering what he was weighing.