The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 233 I'm afraid I'll take the blame

"Baby... I was going to talk to Daddy about this—"

"What can delay the field battle? Could it be that the boss of the palace is so stupid that you are allowed to leave today?"

"Of course I won't be granted a leave of absence, but there are some things you may not have heard about. I was dismissed from the captain's position by the boss this morning—" Qu Jimeng said with a slightly lowered face.

Xiang Jiabao's clear eyes suddenly flashed with astonishment, and he took a deep breath on his fair and bright cheeks.

"You were dismissed as captain?"

"Well...you go to work first, we will talk later when we have a chance."

At this moment, Qu Jimeng was so embarrassed that he forgot to knock on the door, opened the door and got into the office.

It seems that there are wolves, tigers and leopards chasing him behind him, which is more suffocating and frightening than entering the jungle.

Xiang Jiabao stood at the door of the office for a few seconds, then turned and left.

In the bright office, Qu Jinghuan was sitting on the sofa, facing his son who rushed in.

Flicking through the stack of documents in his hand, he just glanced at the figure standing in front of him.

"Daddy—

Qu Jimeng, like a child who made a mistake, drooped his shoulders and whispered.

"What are you doing here?" Qu Jinghuan didn't take his eyes off the document, and his gentle voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, which made people feel timid.

Qu Jimeng's hands beside him were clenched into fists, and he raised his eyes slightly, "Daddy, Chief Gong said that I frequently communicate with foreign countries, but I really don't know what's going on at all. I didn't, I In the past year or so, I have barely contacted Liang Shuo."

He is really anxious now.

If you don't explain clearly, your future will be ruined.

That long-awaited real special operations career will also come to an end, not to mention the experience of becoming the highest level of special operations members in the world! ! !
"Take a look for yourself! Still saying no?!" Qu Jinghuan closed the document and threw it on the coffee table in front of him.

The cold frost between the brows makes people shudder.

"Daddy... this is?"

He dared not go forward to get it.

"Even if you didn't do it, these signals are sent from your communicator! You will be responsible for this anyway!"

After a slight pause, Qu Jinghuan said coldly: "As a special force captain, you are not vigilant about the items you own. This time it is considered a friendship. If you are used by a kind person, you will grow old." There is no chance to explain with a hundred mouths!"

Qu Jimeng's burning eyes met those sharp black eyes, and he could hear his father feeling a little helpless.

I thought to myself, I'm afraid this pot is set on my back.

"It's not like you don't do nothing after you step down as the captain. You are in the observation period, and you have to join a mixed army."

"Mixed soldiers... How many soldiers were eliminated from the theater?"

This wave of operation is too exciting... Qu Jimeng suddenly felt that thousands of horses were galloping past him.

Standing in front of his father, he couldn't help but tremble without moving a muscle.

"Soldiers eliminated from ten theaters were broken up and combined into a company of special forces, starting from the basics of special forces..."

Qu Jimeng came out of his father's office and punched the wall.

I have to say that the leader who can make this fucking decision is not only extremely brain-dead, but even his father-

Rubbing his forehead against the wall of the corridor, he felt resentful for a long time before gradually calming down.

No matter what happened, he had to ask Gong Silang for clarification! ! !
wrong!I should go to the old chief's house first and call my brother to find out if it was caused by that bastard Miyajiro calling him every day recently!
He has obviously been promoted to become a special soldier, after the devilish training, there is no reason to go back to the pediatrics of the entry-level special forces.

Complete such things as weight-bearing long-distance running, single- and double-pole exercises, 400-meter obstacles, and throwing grenades hundreds of times in one day. Each time must exceed 50 meters. Within 1 minute, 100 push-ups or 70 push-ups of a 60-pound barbell...

(End of this chapter)