The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Snow means cold, hunger, no food and...death."

The scenery in front of me gradually changed, the white snow was dyed black little by little, and the bright day turned into a dark night.

Storms, residual snow, muddy soil; blood clots, dead trees, black crows.

Black feathers were scattered all over the ground, and crows' cries filled my ears.

"Don't you look at him?" The child also lost all color, turning into a dark shadow, leaving only a pair of eyes with a faint yellow tint.

The black figure seemed to be smiling, grabbed the man who fell on the ground, and pointed his head in the direction of Bolivar: "Look at him."

The black shadow didn't care about the blood and residual snow on the ground, and hugged the black lump in his arms. It seemed that there was still blood seeping down the incomplete section, falling drop by drop on the ground.

Red is red, white is white, black is black.

The corners of Bolivar's lips trembled, his nails were pinched into the palm of his hand, and he was unwilling to look up at the head.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" The other party's voice was hoarse, and he bent down slightly, almost putting his eyes on Bolivar's eyes. The yellow in those eyes was dark and impenetrable. bright.

Bolivar found that the bear on the other party's head gradually turned black.

He tried hard to see the opponent's face clearly, but it was blurry, either a double image or blood stains, even if it was so close, he couldn't see clearly.

black hair?Amber eyes?yellow eyes?golden eyes?

Bolivar felt that he was about to suffocate. He opened his mouth to breathe the air outside, but he still felt the aggrieved feeling of his heart being clenched.

"You can see clearly, can't you?"

Finally, Bolivar couldn't help but looked up and looked directly at the black figure, but was shocked to find that the black figure put the severed head side by side with himself, and smiled softly at Bolivar.

"Look at me! Polly!" The fog dissipated at that moment, the child with black hair, golden eyes, and wearing a bear hairpin showed a smiling face, which was [-]% like himself.

And the head in his hand... the expression of the severed head was like a smile, not a smile, black hair, golden eyes, impressively resembled his current appearance.

Bolivar couldn't help but gasped, yelled, and sat up in a daze.The whole body seemed to be out of a trance, and like a fish jumping out of the water, out of the chaotic pool, exposed to the air, not only did not get better, but became more flustered.

The dream just now was extremely dark, except for the boy's eyes, there was no light at all.

But the room at this moment is extremely bright, with traces of incandescent lamps dazzling everywhere, white walls, white roof, white quilt and white sheets...

"...%@#...￥#!&" The people around seemed to realize that he had woken up and surrounded him.

He saw countless people's faces opening and closing to him, opening their mouths to say something, but his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything clearly, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see their faces clearly, he sat up suddenly, and felt a burst of pain in his brain. Nausea and dizziness.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Patients like you will be uncomfortable!" A roar like a thunderbolt from the blue shook him half awake.

His world seems to have opened up with this activity, and he can see the colors in front of him clearly.A few rough nurses rushed over and drove away a group of people who had surrounded them.The leading girl was neither gentle nor considerate, and the hand holding his shoulder was extremely rough, but in his eyes she seemed like an angel.

She held down Bolivar and stuffed him back under the covers, then shooed everyone away like a chicken.

"Did you hear that!!" said the nurse with her arms akimbo.

"..." Those people looked at each other, then backed away.

Bolivar was lying on the hospital bed, was sprayed with something, and fed something, sobered up a lot, and even moved his eyes a little, and saw clearly that the person sitting beside his bed was Ivy, standing in the distance With Garcia, Jacques, Curacao, Amuro Toru and others.

Um?Toru Amuro? ?

Bolivar's rusty brain went to work automatically.He remembered that when he came back from Xiaolele Pig Farm, he encountered a shooting incident.I knocked on the door halfway and passed out. One of the brief awakenings seemed to be in the snow, the dark snow, and there were dead trees everywhere...

He couldn't help but clenched the quilt under him, and then because of the headache, he subconsciously turned his mind to the hummingbird that had been released earlier.

His memory was stuck at the last second, when a Big Mac was smeared towards his face.In the line of sight, in the gap between the two pieces of darkness, there was Akai Shuichi's cold and heartless face, and then blood...

That's Shuichi Akai's guitar! ? ?

So when he was a bird, he was shot to death by Shuichi Akai with a guitar? ? ?

Bolivar took two deep breaths, probably knowing what happened to him before.

He saw Toru Amuro in his ward, and he had seen Shuichi Akai who attacked him before...

Apart from being unlucky enough to catch up with the winery mission and being directly treated as a target, there is no other option.

Bolivar felt that not only did he have a headache, but his teeth began to ache too.What are these things!He wrinkled his face and looked unhappy.

"Boss, you're finally awake." Ai Wei saw that his condition seemed to be better, and when he leaned over, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Bolivar asked, frowning slightly.

"It didn't take long, it was about ten hours." Ivy seemed to know what Bolivar was thinking, and comforted, "I didn't go into a coma for several days, I didn't have a mountain of work waiting for you, and I didn't wake up when I woke up. Being ruined by others, employees running away and assets and liabilities..."

At the end, Ivy couldn't help showing a small smile, and everyone else in the room couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry, boss, Grid is still there." With a faint smile on his face, Garcia stepped forward and stretched out his hands to smooth the quilt on Bolivar's body.

"Garcia?" Bolivar's gaze unconsciously stayed on the other party's hair and eyes for a few seconds, black hair, amber eyes.

He subconsciously glanced at the metal guardrail of the hospital bed, and his face was reflected in it.Black hair, golden eyes.He recalled his tragic dream situation again.

The things in the dream are definitely not real, maybe there is part of my memory, or maybe I was too young to demonize a certain part of the tragic scene...

But no matter which one it is, Bolivar couldn't help covering his face and letting out a sad sigh.

So, is Brown referring to himself or Garcia?

I can't be so cruel, can I?

Bolivar thought guiltily, did he really close his memory because of the bad past?

But if it's not me, it's Garcia...

It's not like...

So should he ask directly...

He stared at the faint sunshine outside, and soon he was in no mood to struggle a little.

"Today is Wednesday." Bolivar's expression became serious, and he glanced out of the window. He initially judged that it was morning, around ten o'clock?

Bolivar's words had no beginning or end, but Garcia showed a clear look.

He stood up and waved to the others: "Okay, guys, we don't need so many people in the ward, it's time for us to go back to work."

Garcia half-jokingly said: "Compared to here, the office needs us more. Maybe the more work we complete, the faster the boss will get better."

Before the words were finished, Jacques, Curacao and others who had been watching outside before all showed subtle expressions, concealing the look of looking at Bolivar, and got a cold response from the other party.

Then, before they could react, Garcia, like the nurse just now, drove the other away like a chicken, and became the only one who stayed in the room.

Even Ivy left, of course she didn't want to, but she didn't know what Garcia said to her, and she managed to persuade one of her life assistants to leave.

He skillfully adjusted the small table, shook the hospital bed where Bolivar was lying, and then took out some side dishes and porridge from the thermal bag.

Seeing the bustling room return to quiet, Bolivar also relaxed a little, only then did he realize that his nerves had been tense and his back was a little stiff.

"These foods were made by Assistant Midorikawa's friend, Toru Amuro, who helped you a lot, passed by by accident, and saved you." Garcia used three attributives, and in 'helped a lot', 'unintentionally' The words "saved" and "saved" were accentuated, as if they were squeezed out from between the teeth.

"So this time it's..." Bolivar felt that the vegetable porridge in his mouth was no longer fragrant, and his face ached when he thought of it.

The police should like them, after all, they completely practiced the perfect black organization morality, and did not implicate a single innocent good person.The on-site relationship seems to be complicated, but the simple one seems to be □□·fire·merge.

"In addition, I left Mr. Amuro here." Garcia's face was very kind, and he couldn't see any violent things he did when Bolivar was in a coma before, "I think you should compare him interested in."

"Why did he agree to stay?" Bolivar was a little puzzled.

"Assistant Lvchuan is still resting in the room next door, of course he is not at ease, and after a little hint, he found an excuse to stay." Garcia's smile slightly restrained when he said this, "This should be the biggest loss this time. .”

"How is his injury?"

Garcia shrugged his shoulders and showed a regretful expression, but his emotions were not in his eyes: "Sorry, boss. I have already hired the best doctor in Millican for him in the name of Greed. It will take about two days. The plane is here. But IMHO, the situation is not optimistic at the moment."

"It's a sniper gun, and it's in a very coincidental position. It's part of the scapula attached to the shoulder joint. Fortunately, the carotid artery or main artery was not directly injured at that time, otherwise he would not have survived to the hospital." Garcia said another The small buns from the lunch box were taken out and placed on Bolivar's small table.

"It will affect his ability," Garcia subconsciously lowered his voice when he said this, "Maybe his hands will be unsteady, and there will be pain in rainy days, fear of cold, etc..."

"This kind of situation is very common. What about the police, FBI, and public security, seven or eight out of ten will have this situation, and you don't have to think it's your problem." Garcia comforted in a low voice.

This example made Bolivar subconsciously frown.

"And he successfully protected you today. After returning, I'm afraid that all members of Grid will confess him as a hero." Garcia said the words that gave Bolivar a headache very naturally.

Bolivar recalled the vague impression before, and felt that his head was about to split.

"Of course, you still need to receive further treatment." Garcia saw Bolivar's expression in his eyes, and took away the sweet and sour pork in front of him, "You seem to have concussion symptoms such as nausea and dizziness, so it is not suitable for you." Eat these greasy ones."

Bolivar subconsciously opened his eyes wide and looked at him in shock, feeling that something was wrong since he woke up.

"At least the last week, you need a good rest." With a standard smile on Garcia's face, he brought up another plate of green vegetables and tofu, replacing the previous position of sweet and sour pork ribs, "Whether it's something over there or something about the company , please leave it to me."

"In addition, I wrote the whole thing into a report, one is for the boss, and the other is for Mr. Whiskey. I may force you to read it now." Garcia said, and he couldn't control the smile at the corner of his mouth, "Do you Can be sent to target audience."

Bolivar didn't feel any reluctance. He took the computer from Garcia, clicked on the mailbox, and saw the report.

Bolivar opened the report for whiskey first.Then he frowned and turned into a subway grandfather looking at his phone.

Is this not so much a report as a letter of recommendation?

At the beginning of the article, I talked a lot about Zhu Xingda's various achievements since he entered the organization, how outstanding and capable he is.And listed countless things that can be done if there is such a person in the intelligence team.

Dark Ruo suggested that Whiskey steal someone from Rum.He also strongly suggested that the whiskey should be given the code name of Zhu Xingda and Ley over and over again.

And listed that the other party's own pseudonym is Ley, repeatedly emphasizing the other party's preference for the code name of Ley.

The miscellaneous fighters in the middle were skipped by Bolivar.

The most outrageous thing is the following paragraph, which says that Zhu Xingda has a girlfriend in Nihong, who is an ordinary member of the organization who grew up, and deeply condemns how the other party can be so wasteful.

Immediately afterwards, he wrote about the disadvantages of a lot of ordinary members and action team elites being together, and listed the advantages of being a couple with each other as members of the action team, trying to draw a red line for Leon and Zhuxing.

In the end, he said that there is also Rena Mizumu, who is also an excellent member of the action team, and can be used as an alternative, and they are all more suitable for Neon people.

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The author has something to say:

Garcia: Set a small goal first, let Miyano Akemi dump the stars.

Bolivar: The excitement is too great, I don't know whether to settle the score with Shuichi Akai or restore Schrödinger's memory first. . . .Forget it, let's urge the skipping employees to work hard first.

The next chapter ends Xiao Lele's dungeon.

感受到小天使满满的爱了，一夜之间多了好多营养液霸王票，笔芯！都记下了，会努力加更的！感谢在2021-11-1817:44:29~2021-11-1904:51:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 molihua;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yu 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 3 autumn speeches; sake, hujing, and Mingyue at that time 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：栗子200瓶；终于肝到鹤的喻文州164瓶；千秋凛154瓶；b110瓶；绪理100瓶；瑾衍70瓶；月隐、喜欢与讨厌60瓶；秋辞40瓶；诺楹30瓶；2334、阿幸、悠、穆染20瓶；希熙兮、基本看脸、初见、阿月、清酒、酒妄、陌上花开为君顾10瓶；长不高的中也7瓶；23287929、R、猫猫5瓶；匆匆、吴絮3瓶；玖、水破天绮1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!