Reggie Miller, in a happy mood, hummed a small song and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not anxious at all. While changing clothes, he used a shave to remove the beard from his face.

On one side, two guards looked at Reggie Miller with a smug look, feeling something in their hearts. But there was a smile against their will on their faces. As a result, the two emotions were mixed together, and they laughed even worse than crying.

Reggie Miller was refreshed and changed into Yu Jing's suit, whistled, pulled his tie in the mirror, and said with a smile: "That boy is so handsome." Then he held his head up, proudly walking out of the prison door as if he was a rooster. Instead, a security guard who was guarding Reggie Miller shrugged helplessly and walked behind Reggie Miller dejectedly.

The hard heels stepped on the prison stone slab, making a crisp sound of interweaving. Reggie Miller's eyes narrowed, and a different expression flew out of his face. He said loudly in an aria: "Freedom is like a fragrance of rose petals, and freedom is the gentle singing of the nightingale. Freedom is..." Although he is not a minstrel, he wants to chant poems with an aria, which gives people a particularly large contrast, and even makes the jailer behind him want to vomit.

Reggie Miller didn't care so much. After this fight, he finally won. It was like a child fighting an adult. In the end, the child won, which was not only gratifying but also congratulatory. It also shocked the attention of people around him, and at the same time created an incredible miracle.

Sitting in the bulletproof car, Reggie Miller closed his eyes and rested comfortably. At this moment, he was no longer a prisoner locked in a cell, but a guest of the island country. The reason for the difference in identity is that he had huge strength in his hands.

Open the champagne and look at the bubbles of wine, smelling the fragrance of wine. Reggie Miller is immersed in the pleasure brought by strength and power, and the intoxicating fragrance like poppy. It opens a world that is completely different from the past for the technician.

He closed his eyes slightly and opened the computer operation interface. Who could have thought that the hacker who was almost killed a few days ago has become a superman now. He used GOD to issue an agreed command. Oliver in the Tokyo Metro Station nodded slightly and winked at the bomb maniac.

The guy with a pigtail immediately understood it and hid quietly in the crowd. The Mask Island was not a good hall. There was a scientific elite with a noble personality and a strange temper, or a cutting-edge talent in other industries. They advocated the elite theory and believed that only 20% of the business should survive on this planet. As for the other populations of nearly 4 billion, they were all a group of cystics that were damn and could not get on the table. So in their eyes, the guys in front of them were not the same but the other, and there was no psychological burden to kill the killer.

Since the initial plan, Mask Island has not planned to let these hostages go. The blood debt is only paid for. The blood is killed, and the blood flows into rivers and corpses are formed into mountains, making the other party scared and afraid. I understand that it is not easy to mess with, so they will not attack themselves again in the future.

Therefore, tens of thousands of people were hijacked in the subway station and have been sentenced to death. Mask Island will use this method to establish its authority and let the world understand Mask Island's strength and ambitions.

Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes and looked around. A god of death carrying a slender sickle hovered over the subway station. The sharp sickle was already raised high. When he was waiting for his sudden fall, the living people below would turn into cold dead bodies.

The anxious emotions became more and more serious in the air. Xuan Qi felt that the death energy around him was getting more and more intense, and he was shivering all over his body.

Xuan Qinghe stood beside Xuan Qi and exclaimed in a low voice: "What's wrong? What's going on? How many people will die? That's why there will be such a strong dead aura?"

Xuan Qi shrugged helplessly. His luck was too vague, and he couldn't understand it. He looked at Xuan Qing and others' eyebrows. The disaster between each eyebrows turned into a black dead energy, which was indeed a sign of a disaster that was about to come.

How could this happen? The old man said in Xuan Qi's ear: "Let's go, let's go, the luck around him is extremely disordered, and it seems that he is breaking and then standing. This level of attack has exceeded your ability. Don't stay here to cause trouble, but leave first."

"I want to leave too, but can I leave?" Xuan Qi pointed his hand into the sky. It was originally clear, but now there were clouds of disasters and dark black catastrophe clouds had already covered the island country. It was the land on the vast sea, but now it has completely turned into an isolated island, and it is an isolated island.

"It's broken," the old turtle said in surprise: "This is the hexagram of the iron barrel encirclement. If it's difficult, it's going to cause big trouble. It seems that some monster has come to the world. How could this happen?"

Xuan Qi's habitual brows frowned and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Just when Xuan Qi was uneasy, Qinglang came over and leaned into Xuan Qi's ear and said, "The President wants to see you, and there is something important to discuss."

Xuan Qi had never had contact with Qinglang at close range. Now he saw Qinglang unable to help but use the Qi-detecting technique. As the Qi-detecting technique trembled, a strong sense of bad intention came to his face. Looking at Qinglang's three flowers and five qi, Xuan Qi realized that there were really people in the world who were heartbroken, not to mention that this bastard was hiding evil intentions towards him.

After instantly understanding his situation, Xuan Qi did not agree blindly, and then pretended to be weak all over his body and whispered: "Eight consecutive battles in two days have exhausted all my energy. I'm afraid I can't help in the short term. As for the president, he is busy with noble people, it's better not to see him."

"This..." The green wolf, who wanted to muddle the water, even if he set up a plan to drive the tiger and swallow the wolf, wanted to pull Xuan Qi into the water. Now, when he heard Xuan Qi's rejection, it was beyond his expectations. He forgot how to speak for a while. He thought in his heart that it should not be that Chinese people are very proud of their face. Logically speaking, as long as he praises him, he should face the difficulties, rather than ruling like now.

Looking at Xuan Qi's back as he was gone, Qinglang finally stomped his foot helplessly. Since the plan had been implemented, he could not stop anymore. Without Chinese people, let the tigers of the island country attack.

In an inconspicuous small hotel, the traditional wooden houses are elegant and quiet. The lost Chiba Feng sat in front of the window, staring at the cherry blossom trees in the yard in a daze.

Qinglang took Koizumi Dairo into the old hotel. Qinglang, who was originally very casual, actually reached out to sort out his clothes and quietly lowered the height of his feet. The grass-roots hero instantly turned into a gentle gentleman.

Courtesy is contagious, especially group creatures like humans. They can change their aura according to their surroundings. When they are gentle and elegant, they will become gentle and rude. When they are rude and bold, they will become wild and wild. In short, people are the most fickle species on this planet and the most proud species.

The humble Green Wolf knelt directly on the ground and said to Chiba Feng: "This is the president of the Island Country, Oriko Koizumi, took him to pay mercy to see you because the Island Country is at the moment of life and death." Then Green Wolf told all the situations facing the Island Country now.

Qianye Feng, who was a little disappointed, was even full of evil fire and had nowhere to spread, had a small emotion in his heart immediately burst out, and he opened his mouth and screamed, and then cursed loudly: "These dark creatures are all bastards, I think they don't want to live anymore..."

Hearing Qianye Feng's vicious curses, Oriko Koizumi, who was already respectful, was dumbfounded. He looked at Qianye Feng with wide eyes, then looked at Qinglang in surprise, pointed at Qianye Feng slightly, pointed to his head, and asked, "She is not sick in her brain?"

Qinglang shook his head continuously, indicating that Qianye Feng's head was intact and was not sick or painful. His nerves were also very normal, but she was now stimulated.

Tatta, the clogs stepped on the floor, making a strange tremor. Ito Shunha, who had just been bathed, walked out of the bathhouse. Seeing the somewhat crazy Chiba Feng, Ito Shunha coughed heavily, which calmed down.

"The situation in the island country is so bad?" Ito Shunha rarely cares about the world. In the eyes of monks, all the acquired realm are ants. Who has the time to contact the ant king among the nest of ants? Ito Shunha's memory of the island country was still defeated. He only remembered that Midi threw an atomic bomb at the island country. He didn't know that the island people now had already hugged Midi's thighs, and even licked them with deep throats.

"It's very bad. Those terrorists have begun to influence our country's destiny." Koizumi Dairo said and cried bitterly: "It's not that I'm incompetent, but that the enemy is too cunning and too cruel."

"Oh," Ito Shunpo held his chin and said with contempt in his eyes: "Since you are not a material for being the president, just retreat bravely. Don't occupy the pit and don't poop. If you feel ashamed, you can cut the stomach. I'm willing to make a mistake for you."

"Shrimp?" Koizumi Daro was shocked. He came to ask for help, not to have a septum. That guy just now was abnormal enough, and now this is even more unreliable. If he hadn't felt that the other party had a different temperament, Koizumi Daro would have thought he had entered a madhouse.

Aolang was afraid that Koizumi Oro would say the wrong thing, and then ruined the entire plan. He quickly explained: "President Koizumi is not a samurai or a ronin, but just a politician who is good at writing and writing. He does not believe in Bushido. Even if he has a caesarean section now, he will only dirty the adult's Suecho knife."

When I went to Koizumi Dairo, I felt that my head was full of firecrackers. My blood would actually get dirty from other people's knives. What is this? Is it still the shogun era? The idiot with a head full of military thought, and only a bastard who pretends to behave.
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