Anna stood by the window with her hands crossed her chest, looking at Gao Zhiming who was hitting the sandbag in front of her, and the muscles under her skin. Gao Zhiming's tender face became more and more similar to Charles at the time.

She looked at the familiar face and was in a daze, and for a moment she remembered many things that both parties had experienced.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Gao Zhiming, who came over with the ashtray in both hands, made Anna come to her senses.

Anna took the cup from his hand, raised her head and drank the drink inside.

"It's nothing. I just want to tell you not to practice these things. This level of training won't help. I've taught you before that enough for you to protect yourself."

Gao Zhiming said hesitantly: "But all I can do now is this. What should I do if I don't do this?"

As if he had thought of something, Gao Zhiming's eyes suddenly lit up. "Sister, if you don't practice fighting, can you teach me to use those strange things? They are the kind of things called abnormal things. I think they have become very powerful after using them."

"No." Anna, who decisively refused, flicked the ashtray that she placed the cigarette in the other party's hand and gently.

Any abnormality has strange abilities, but also has some side effects.

Let Gao Zhiming learn to use these high-risk things, and all he gains is to improve his strength alone, which is completely unworthy of the loss.

Gao Zhiming looked at the white ceramic tea cup in his hand with a grievance, and silently clasped the red lipstick mark on it with his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Anna reached out and pulled him into her arms, "Your task is to live safely. When you fall into the sea of ​​earth, you don't have to worry about anything else."

Now there are food and clothing, and there is also a big sister who is good to him. For Gao Zhiming, who picked up garbage and ate, this place is simply paradise.

However, he is now twelve years old, and his thinking is no longer limited to food and clothing.

He could feel this kind of tranquility before the strong storm.

"But...isn't the war coming soon? I saw everyone preparing, I just wanted to protect you as much as possible."

"Didn't you hear what I said just now? Your mission is to live safely. You must not have any accidents before heading to the Earth Sea. I am my only key to the Earth Sea."

Although I felt the pressure from Anna, Gao Zhiming continued in a mosquito-like voice: "That sister, isn't I actually just a tool to you?"

Anna was stunned. Is this little brat so much? She patted the other person's head with her hand. "No, of course you are not a tool, you are my husband."

"That sister, do you care more about me in the future than me now?"

Anna accidentally looked at Gao Zhiming's eyes. Is she jealous? She is jealous? Why did she grow up so much and have so many troubles? As expected, Charles is in the same lineage.

She lowered her head and pecked her gently, shook her head and said, "Of course not, you are a scumbag in the future. Compared to him, I like you now."

After licking the sweetness on his lips, Gao Zhiming finally smiled happily, spread his hands and pounced on his sister's soft body.

"Sister, I like you too, too. I wish I could be with you for the rest of my life."

Just as Anna was about to say something, a knock on the door rang out. She stuffed the wine glass in her hand into Gao Zhiming's arms and walked over.

When he opened the bedroom door, the jackal was waiting outside. He said with respect: "Master Priest, the leader of this meeting has arrived. We have investigated. They do not have the ability to block the memory of the mind."

"Very good, take our people with you and don't let our allies wait."

Anna soon met a strong man with sunglasses in a five-star hotel. Behind him were several men in military uniforms.

Some iron nematode-like things dripped from their cuffs and collars, constantly squirming.

It is obviously a deterrent to be such a disgusting thing, but the other party has no intention of concealing it.

"I heard that what business you are going to talk to me? I really want to know what kind of business can I talk to me about with a group of flies to keep surrounding the piece of shit in London? "The other party's words were full of contempt.

The strong man looked at Anna's body with unscrupulous back on his sunglasses.

Anna raised her lips slightly, sat in front of him, gently stretched out a finger and slid down the curve of her body. "A big deal, I need some scapegoats who are rushing in front. Your people are at most just right."

Hearing this, the strong man was not angry at all. "Yes, but can you afford to pay? Our fees are very high."

Anna's tone suddenly changed, and she said with a little blame: "John, do you really want to negotiate terms with me? Don't forget that you still owe me a favor. If I hadn't taken action before, your child would have died long ago."

The strong man's face became ugly. He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally clenched his fists and smashed it hard at the table. "Damn it, this is the last time! I helped this time, we don't owe each other!!"

After saying that, he stood up and quickly walked towards the door behind him with his subordinates.

Seeing the Lord's Priest get up, a female Ftanist who thoughtfully pulled open the chair.

After seeing Anna standing up, she immediately held the document in her hands and handed it over.

The content on the paper is rows of names, and most of the hooks are drawn behind the name.

After taking a pen, Anna drew a big hook behind a named John V. Fran.

"Well, these people are really simple, they really have no protection at all, they are just putting me in control."

The jackal walked to Anna and asked, "Master Priest, there are only more than 100 people in this group, and they are not powerful in terms of ability. My subordinates think that these people are not useful for the IMF side by side." "Although this person is a bit useless, it will be better to mess up the waters at that time."

Anna said, looking at the rows of names on the paper in her hand. These are the people she has modified her memory, and these people are leaders of some large and small organizations.

Now the entire surface world is a barrel of explosives, and these people are the fuses Anna found.

At that time, as long as these people take action at the same time, and with their own Ftanic believers, the entire powder barrel will be ignited instantly.

A small fight is useless. It must be a world war of a large enough scale to avenge the IMF's revenge for killing itself.

Anna can already foresee what kind of outcome the IMF will encounter in three days.
Chapter completed!