C183 Layers upon Layers of Blows

Charles hung up and looked out the window with a happy face!

The air conditioner blew a cool breeze, just like his current mood, incomparably refreshing.

"Director, I have something to tell you. It's very important. Please listen carefully. "

Just as he was about to pick up the coffee cup, Miss Mimi beside him called out to him with a solemn expression.

Mimi was his assistant. She was beautiful, quiet, and knew the rules of the international community better. She had always been very respectful to her boss.

No matter what, she would do as he said. Today, however, it was unusual.

Charles looked at her disapprovingly and said excitedly:

"Miss Mimi, say it, whatever you want. Anyway, I'm in a good mood right now, because. . . "

Before he could finish, Mimi said in a serious tone:

"Director, you have wronged Xiao Qiangbing. I heard that the helicopter brigade last night was a colleague of the Russian Flying Squad.

They thought that Xiao Qiangbing protected the village during the bombing.

The most important thing is not to rush out and cause no casualties to the villagers. So. . . "

Miss Mimi argued that Xiao Qiangbing and the others carried out their duties as international peacekeepers very well. When faced with such a violent attack, under the premise that the situation was unclear, they insisted on observing the changes and safeguarding the common safety of the team and the people. This point was very worth learning and similar.

"Mimi, it's not what you said at all. They are just a bunch of cowards. Well, since you are so impulsive now, I think it's time for you to take a vacation. From now on. . . "

Charles became anxious, and with a pale face, he told her not to say anymore.

Everyone on this floor knew that they did not have many staff members in this office. They had a very harmonious relationship and they respected each other.

There were very few sounds of quarreling. But now, it had completely changed. When it came to the topic of Xiao Qiangbing, Charles actually directly informed her that she could take three days off.

He was so tough and strict, so all Mimi had to do was sincerely apologize. However, Charles waited for a few minutes, in exchange for this girl's even tougher cold confrontation.

Mimi immediately took the coffee cup away from his hand. With a wave of his hand, the cup carried a strong fragrance, drew a parabola in the air, and then fell into the trash can.

"Okay, Director, at this moment, I'm already on vacation. I have no obligation to make coffee for you. "

Mimi said with a pale face.

She walked out of the office and stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the holes in the distance.

The city, which was full of bullet marks, gently raised her short hair, which somehow touched her heartstrings. She said with a sorrowful voice:

"Peace mission, peace mission. Without a hero like Xiao Qiangbing, it would be impossible to welcome true dawn here.

We can only move forward at turtle speed. If that is the case, when will I be able to return to my hometown. . . "

She went out and began her vacation. Charles became even more unscrupulous. He angrily dialed Xiao Qiangbing's number and scolded him in front of his face.

In fact, after Adolf answered Charles's call, he felt weak and sore in his nose. The difficult scenes from the past few days were still vivid in his mind. He held onto the wall with one hand and could not help but feel sad: Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . .

"Brother, it's all my fault. If you didn't come with me to Silver Fox Town, you wouldn't be like this. I. . . "

When Xiao Qianbing saw all of this, his heart ached at first. Then, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.

"No, you can't do that. What we did was right. For the sake of Silverfox Town, for the sake of saving a town in danger, for the sake of letting the people see true hope. . . "

As he thought in his heart, his eyes turned slightly red. His fist that was placed on the wall formed a clear imprint.

He was now sitting on the shabby sofa in the director's office, on fire. Whirlwind Wolf Dog seemed to understand his pain. He squatted by the side and made a cute expression as he gently bit his pants.

At this moment, Charles's phone call came at an inappropriate time.

"Xiao Qiangbing, Xiao, are you listening to me?"

Charles was also filled with anger. He started to criticize him.

Xiao Qiangbing helplessly looked at his phone and said coldly:

"Speak. . . "

On the phone, Charles repeated all kinds of opinions, saying that he was useless, that he did not do anything, and so on.

He knew that Xiao Qiangbing was full of character, had a sharp point of view, and was quick-witted. After saying all these, After counting the possible damages caused by these problems in detail, he kept talking until his mouth was dry. He then looked at his watch.

He found out that he had said it for more than ten minutes. He hurriedly sighed and said:

"Xiao, I have decided that you will withdraw immediately and wait for headquarters and China's riot squad to deal with you together.

It is very likely that you will lose your precious admission ticket, regarding this. . . "

He once again announced his serious opinion on Xiao Qiangbing. He seemed to be afraid that Xiao Qiangbing would use an extreme method to insult him. He immediately eased his tone and said earnestly:

"Xiao, please understand. Are you listening?"

Xiao Qiangbing was not in the mood to listen to him. He had long put his phone beside Whirlwind's ear. His hands were hanging down as he thought as he wished:

"Right and wrong, who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong? You, Charles, have the final say?

With your skills. "

Charles shouted a few more times. He was afraid that he would find something short, but he heard the crisp sound of" Whirlwind "coming from the other end of the phone.

Xiao Qiangbing picked up the phone and said snappily from far away, Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . .

"Dog thing, alright, stop barking. I'll call home some other day. I won't listen to your horn here anymore. "

After a while, he was just about to go out and tell Fatty Liu and the others to leave when his phone rang again. He didn't care about anything else in this place. When he left, his phone rang again.

He muttered:

"If I had known this was going to happen, I would have just dismantled the signal tower. It's so annoying. "

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Fang Yi Tong's number. He closed his eyes tightly and slowly opened them. He tried his best to suppress his grief and indignation.

"Yi Tong, say it. I can accept anything. "

Fang Yitong could tell from his tone that he had encountered a setback. She was prepared to say something. He choked and said with a strong smile, "Everything went well together. I'm asking you, what should we do after we hand over the bandits?"

Before they left, Xiao Qiangbing had thought of a lot of plans in advance. For example, he wanted to look for Madam Ivan and Mr. Speaker, but now that the situation had been settled, he was not in the mood. Therefore, he comforted her.

"Yi Tong, thank you for your hard work. After following us in the ravine for so long, find a place to drink coffee and have a good meal. Then. . . "

After Xiao Qiangbing finished speaking, he closed his eyes sadly. He seemed to have thought of something again. He kissed the phone with deep affection and thousands of words turned into a few short words:

"It's good to have you!"

Fang Yitong hung up. She raised her head in a daze. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

"Powerful soldier, you deserve the love of every girl. "

Forster seemed to have heard what Xiao Qiang Bing had said. He pointed to a vintage cafe in the distance and said:

"Miss Fang Yitong, have a cup of coffee. I'll treat you. . . "