Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

When Bagir came back covered in blood, the sky was already slightly bright.

Mi drove away most of the personnel stationed at the headquarters, and the entire castle was as dead as a cemetery.There was no smell around, and most of the rooms were dusty due to the lack of sweeping. The hidden guards who hid in the darkness and carried out the protection order did not leak out at all. This place is like a cemetery where everyone is buried.

But the sky gradually came out, sprinkled on the outline of each brick and tile of the castle, the darkness was expelled, and the castle became majestic and majestic again.Bagir didn't know if Pengeli could wait until the sunrise. The only remaining blood was still a young fetus.

After cleaning himself up briefly, Bagir went to the chief's office.

In fact, he didn't need to go in person in the blocking battle last night, but after all, it was to catch the guardian of the enemy family. Cutting off foreign aid was an important part of the plan. After much deliberation, he ran away by himself.The people on Anzhi's side were always silent. Naturally, it was impossible to wait until they came to inform the specific capture process. Bajir got the news of the retreat, so he rushed back all the way, intending to find out about last night's sneak attack from Mi. the result of.

As soon as he reached the door, Bajir faintly heard a strange voice coming from inside.The nerves that had just experienced the battle were tense almost at that moment, Bagir picked up the weapon and rushed over, the two people standing in the room turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

"Madam..." Bajir was taken aback when he looked at the back table gentleman standing in the room, then looked at Mi, and quickly put away his weapon, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

Mi obviously didn't rest much all night, and there was a light circle of gray on her eyes. "Thanks for your hard work, Bajir." She smiled, "If you have time, please send him out for me."

Who that he was was obviously self-evident.

The back table gentleman stood quietly on the side, just looking at Mi like that, "...Are you really not leaving?"

Mi sat on the soft chair, rubbing her temples with some headaches, her face was full of exhaustion, "I will leave, not now." She murmured for a while, as if she was considering how to say, "I will go to you when I'm done. "

Saying that, Mi, who lowered his head, couldn't see the man behind the table who was obviously stiff, "When the time comes, please help me draw another picture."

The back table gentleman stood there, "You have already forgotten what I said to you." He muttered to himself, "Even if I say it again, you will be forgotten again. I know the result but you don't know , This sentence, it’s the second time, Katoriya, it’s the second time.”

Bajir looked at the master behind the table incomprehensibly, with an indescribable sadness on his face.

Bajir couldn't remember what happened later, he only remembered that he sent Mr. Back Table away, and the morning sun was unbelievably warm.He came back to look for the person in charge of the castle, only to find that Mi had already fallen asleep on the chair.She didn't sleep well, curled up in a soft chair with her stomach in her arms, her long black hair hanging down like silk on the ground.

The result of the battle last night soon appeared on the document that Bagir needed to deal with and sent to Iemitsu Sawada.

Destroy one of Mirufiore's bases, capture one of the opponent's guardians, and annihilate the rest.

Neat.

The method of installing paper.

In the next few months, Bagir didn't even have much time to process the documents. The conflict between Mirufiore and Pengele became more and more serious, and there were often small-scale fights. He was in a bloodbath almost every day. Moderately spent.Recapture campaigns, raid operations, bombing points to destroy aid, and once for a month in a row, he led his mobile unit guerrilla operations outside, and acted according to the combat instructions issued by Mifa.

Thinking about it carefully, I have forgotten what happened in that month. It seems that I kept fighting, getting injured, and seeing the death of the enemy or our people.He was sober and ignorant, and after receiving the attack order, he took down an important stronghold of Mirufiore, so Mirufiore's north-south strategic belt in Italy was finally blocked by Pengo Lie.

This is a very strategic victory, but no one can be happy.

Baguir set out on the return journey, his dull mind kept numb in the blood.The wounds will heal, and the land will return to its original appearance, but the dead will never return.Bajir could feel that something gave his consciousness a heavy blow. It happened at an unknown time, or maybe it was accumulated by blood in the past few months, but it just happened, and Bajir felt a shock. A kind of confusion, for the glory of Vongola and the blood of his companions who died in the shadows.

The long carpet in the corridor was no longer as bright as it used to be, Bajir and An Zhi who walked out of the corridor passed by.

Bajir, who was near the office, faintly heard the sound of music, very soothing classical dance music.His footsteps paused, and through the half-closed door, he could vaguely see Mi standing in the room.Bajir reached out his hand to knock on the door, but he hesitated and put his hand down again.

The sound of music poured out from the CD, with a very slow tempo, like gurgling water.Bagir saw a woman bathed in sunlight outside the window standing barefoot on the carpet in the center of the room, stepping on the beat with eyes closed obsessively.She held her belly which was too bloated compared to her body shape with both hands, and slowly turned in circles, stepping on dance steps.

Mi casually pinned her long hair behind her ears, and her movements were gentle and gentle. Against the light, every time she turned around, moved slightly, and raised her beautiful chin with her eyes closed, there was an indescribable romance. And beautiful, dazzling.

The time is very quiet, and the years are also very quiet. This second is so long that even the dust in the sun has stagnated.

The sound of the music faded to the end and disappeared into the air in a croon-like tone.Bajir saw that Mi stopped, and the music seemed to create an extremely beautiful dream for her, so that the dream was broken when the music disappeared. She suddenly woke up from the beautiful dream, opened her eyes with confusion and helplessness, reflected The world she saw left her somewhat at a loss as to what to do.Those black eyes stared at the CD player almost blankly for a long while before realizing something and looking away dully.

Bagir buried everything he saw in the soil and knocked on the office door.

Reporting casualties, confirming orders, everything was business-like and impeccable. The moment Mi turned around, she seemed to have lost all her daze and bewilderment, and became a shrewd and keen strategic commander again.After talking about the overall deployment, and before the recaptured territory had time to be guarded, Bajir consciously began to write the plan, and Mi gave up his seat to sit on the sofa to rest.

Before the proposal was finished, Bajir vaguely remembered that there was a document that mentioned the issue of power guards.He distractedly opened the drawer to look for the file bag he had seen last time, and a stack of file bags was brought out by his actions.Just as Bagir found the documents he needed, a booklet slipped out of the document bag in the cabinet and fell to the ground with a snap.

A light-colored booklet, not too thick, in the style of an ordinary notebook.

Bajir picked up the notebook, just in time to meet the eyes of Mi who looked over after hearing the sound.

"It fell out of the file, ma'am." Bagir explained, the style of the notebook in his hand seemed to be somewhat personal, and it was inconvenient for him to open it in front of a microphone.Mi stood up, reached out to take the booklet and opened it, but there was no signature on the title page.

Mi turned to the first page.

'2.12, Mi was pregnant for two months. '

On 2.15, Mi didn't eat breakfast and vomited out what she had eaten at noon. The doctor said that her current physical condition is not suitable for natural childbirth. '

On 2.16, I listened to the French broadcast with Mi, but found that I still couldn't understand it. '

'2.17, will my child go to Harvard or the Ivy League? '

'2.18, Mi's appetite is getting worse and worse, I want to change the chef. '

On 2.19, the chef changed, but Mi still couldn't eat much, so he continued to change. '

On 2.20, I told my mother about Mi's pregnancy. My mother was very happy and told me not to bully Mi...but isn't it me who has been bullied all the time? '

On 2.21, I watched a TV show with Mi and fell asleep halfway. When I woke up, I found that my face was covered with makeup... Fortunately, no one else saw it. '

On 2.22, after processing the documents, I wanted to take a nap with Mi, but Bai Lan called, and I really wanted to kill him immediately. '

On 2.23, Mi has become more cheerful recently. When I woke up early, I found my hair tied into a bow again. '

'2.24, Mi's leg cramps when she sleeps at night, I need to pay more attention. '

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Trivial, long-winded, all goosebumps since Mi's pregnancy.Mi can almost imagine Tsuna Yoshi's expression when he writes down these trivial things in his notebook during the breaks between official duties.It was obviously useless to look at these again, and her reason was beating on her nerves to tell her not to accept them, but Ke Mi couldn't help but read line by line, her face was expressionless, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gang...

"Ma'am?" Kanmi was silent for a long time, and Bajir called out.

Mi didn't move his eyes from the brochure, "You go out first, Bajir." His voice was as low as suppressed.

Bajir pushed away the chair, looked at Mi with some concern, and followed Mi's instructions and walked towards the door, "Bajir!" As soon as he reached the door, he heard Mi's voice hurriedly, like a dying person, "Is he really dead, isn't it?"

Mi once thought that he would spend his whole life accepting that person's death.

Baguir left the room without answering Mi.

In the silent office, Mi stood there in a daze, holding the booklet in her arms tightly.She wandered her eyes ignorantly, scanning the wall clocks, bookshelves, desks, sofas, and coffee tables in the room. Her eyes followed the patterns on the carpet and landed at her feet, where Gang Ji's collection of CDs was still there.

That smile and temperature seemed to be still by her side, bit by bit driving away the hatred in her heart.Mi couldn't stand being so clear-headed, couldn't stand being so clear-headed about his own powerlessness, no matter what he did, that person would never come back, this kind of cognition made people panic.

Mi tried to throw away the booklet in her hand, and let hatred fill her brain and heart, even if she was extreme, it was better than panic like the sky collapsing.

But she couldn't bear it.

Mi slowly sat on the carpet, looking confused, and then burst into tears.