Bug Master In Doomsday

"On the 22nd, let me tell you the truth... Recently, Master Canghai urged me to rush me. The information of the ceremony is very important. If there is no specific information within three days, then I may I'm going to become a lame man!" The tea master is no longer elegant, and the whole person looks a bit decadent.

His face is a bit greasy, and his beard and hair seem to have not been looked at for several days. The ashtray on the coffee table where he was sitting was projected, and the ashtray was full of messy cigarette butts and cigarette butts.

The skinny captain looked at his boss’s misfortune, his eyes shrunk slightly, as if he understood something in his heart, he nodded firmly to the tea owner, "Boss, rest assured, I will report to you within three days. Ritual information!"

The tea owner shook his head bitterly when he heard the words, and threw half of his cigarettes on the high-end sheepskin carpet. He rarely recovered a little calmness.

"Don't be in a hurry to listen to information. Your first priority in obtaining information in the worm group is not to expose yourself! You are the only person in our organization who has been sent to the worm group and passed the review safely. I will explain from Master Canghai. , In short, just do your best!"

After the tea master said these words, he looked directly into the eyes of the thin captain. After the firmness in his pupils slowly faded, the tea master exhaled a faint breath.

The 22nd, the most useful and most critical piece, definitely shouldn't be exposed now. Doing so will only ruin all the efforts they will infiltrate the insect group in the past two years.

On the 22nd, he reluctantly nodded. In fact, there is some helplessness in his heart. His two years of qualifications have long been promoted, but he has been accustomed to basic-level training as an excuse to refuse promotion many times. Helpless approach.

His being a captain is already at the limit, and he must take Cerebral Worms to the next level! Once the Cerebral worm is taken, it goes without saying that his undercover identity will definitely be exposed for the first time!

The tea owner looked at his most important subordinate, and casually encouraged him a few words, reminding him not to reveal his identity in any way. After saying these insignificant words, he cut off the projection.

The skinny captain, on the 22nd, sat cross-legged in a dark and narrow closet by himself, closing his eyelids shallowly, thinking quietly, and doing so could barely be called a kind of relaxation.

On weekdays, he gets along with his colleagues and trains with the team's men. He always wears a fake face to deal with it. Even at night, he dare not find a woman in the brothel to stay overnight, because he is afraid that unconscious mumbling will be exposed at night. he himself.

Two or three years later, he didn't even know which face he pretended to be, and which one was his original appearance.

It is only at this time that he is alone, he does not need to deal with anyone, and he does not need to pretend to perfuse others. Only at this time, he will clearly realize that he is an undercover hostile force infiltrating the insect group. .......

After sleeping for three to five minutes, he opened his eyes and threw the samurai sword and clothes through the gap in the bathtub again. The thin body twisted out of the bathtub flexibly and flexibly.

"Bang~bang~bang! The atrophied muscles on his chest and back seemed to be inflated, and instantly became congested, making faint noises.

He tidyed up his clothes, adjusted his emotions, took a bath in the shower, put on his clothes again, and walked out of his single apartment without much delay.