C26 What Should I Do

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX What to do

Lu Xizhou smiled bitterly, everything happened too suddenly. He could not react in time.

"Also, we, Chief Captain, are a bunch of idiots who have run into trouble. If he wants to be certain, he has no intention of turning back. If you don't agree to my demands, it will be useless!] "Stop resisting, accept it. Accepting it will make you feel very pained!"

Zhang Zi gave the most pertinent suggestion. Really, resistance is useless, escape? Where to? He guarded Information Brigade, and was close friends with all those elites there. Those elites could invade the FBI, or even the safety net of a country, global positioning was a piece of cake, as long as they wanted to find it, they could remotely find it, use all kinds of cameras and monitor your every move for the whole day!

Don't look at the distance between Z-hiding and H-hiding. Distance has never been a problem! Remote monitoring was easy.

"Why are you scaring me when there's nothing to eat?"

He didn't understand, so he didn't want to scare people! Eat!

As a brother, he had already explained what Ren Changkong looked like and who he was, so he didn't want Lu Xizhou to misunderstand. Then, he couldn't force Lu Xizhou to accept anymore, what if it backfired.

After dinner, it was getting late, so Zhang Zi took Lu Xizhou back to the dormitory.

Ren Changkong's dorm room was right beside the Special Brigade. There was no need to build a building since the building area was huge, and the instructor's dorms were all here. Opposite them was the warrior's dorm, and on the other side of the field was a variety of training rooms.

The instructor's dorm room is one room, one room, one room, one large room with a table, a computer cabinet, and a large bed in the back." The smaller room was the place to bathe. The soldiers were in a large bathroom. Every night, they would take a tub and go for a bath in their underpants. A roomful of muscular men.

Ren Changkong's room was at the end of the hall. The room was relatively large, so Zhang Zi brought Lu Xizhou into the dormitory.

"If you're tired then rest. Next door is my room. Knock on the door and shout at me! They don't need to wait for Captain Ren, they don't have time when it comes to missions. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days. If he's not back by the time you get back, I'll send you back! Rest! "

Zhang Zi was very discerning. He closed the door.

Lu Xizhou heaved a sigh of relief. He had been on tenterhooks all day, especially since the afternoon.

A person took out a cigarette and lit it. The nicotine made him feel more relaxed.

He looked around, Ren Changkong lived alone, very clean and tidy, with tables and stools arranged according to the rules, and a set of small sofas. There were a lot of files and books in a big bookcase, and there was even a book on the table, which made Lu Xizhou puzzled.

A collection of poems by Zhanzheng Jia Zha.

He was still so romantic!

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there were three or four fruits that had been washed clean. A small basket contained all sorts of snacks and a can filled with walnut nuts. They were all peeled one by one. On the coffee table was a bouquet of Gesang flowers. The purplish-red one was very beautiful.

There was beer in the little refrigerator, and a couple of delicate snacks and small cakes.

In the corner, there was a double bed, half of which was made up of white bedsheets folded into a pile of tofu. The other side was obviously made for himself, and was extremely thick. The light gray quilt had also been folded into pieces of tofu, but it wasn't the kind that could be seen from a corner. After all, it was floppy and was made of flannel, and on top of the quilt, there was even a silk nightgown. He picked it up and smelled it. It was a very light smell of washing powder. New, clean, specially prepared for himself.

The new slippers were on the edge of the bed. A new towel in the bathroom, a new shampoo, and an unopened bottle of men's lotion.

Lu Xizhou put out his cigarette in the ashtray, sat down on a chair and let out a long sigh.

It was obvious that these things were new and had been bought for him. Ren Changkong looked rough and rough. However, she was as meticulous as a speck of dust. He took care of her in every way. Even the snacks were his favorite food.

He brushed his hair and lay down on the table.

"What should we do!?"

During dinner, he was still thinking, "I'm going to complain, I'm going to run away, I don't want to see Ren Changkong again."

But now, he thought, life is short, why not give it a try?

No, no, no!

He shook his head. No! I really can't!

He had to resist the temptation of being a sugar-coated artillery shell. He couldn't just muddle his way through it. He couldn't accept Ren Changkong's way of doing things. I can't let my head get dizzy!

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