Wartime command room.

The Thunder and Lightning King sat behind the desk, with his forehead against a borneol, leaning lazily against the wooden chair, his eyes closed, and he looked like he was still on duty while he was sick.

He hasn't left the command room for almost five days. His hair is greasy, his suit is wrinkled, and he doesn't know where to throw his tie.

In the past three days, he has only slept for about eight hours, and on average, he slept less than three hours a day.

Lack of sleep is not the most fatal thing. The brain power is running at high speed, and after a few days of worry, I finally got exhausted and almost fell ill.

The elites of the smart team gathered at the conference table to play cards. In their words, the combination of work and rest is conducive to brain relaxation, and playing cards is a very necessary project.

"Did the Dharma King have a fever?"

"If you have a fever, you are warming up your towel, so how can you put on a blanket?"

"Ha? If you have a fever, you should cool down. If your computer CUP is overheated, is it because it is placed on a brazier to cool down?"

"Too."

"There is no new progress on the Sanwu side. The giant destroyed the Nanchang branch the day before yesterday, and it is missing. I have a blow-up, so don't throw the cards so quickly."

"They are throwing cards to deceive you into blowing up. Idiot, don't worry if you fall into a trap. Let those two half-step poles make a fuss for a while. Let Sanwulu show up first and tell them that Baoze's half-step poles are on the sea and not on land."

"It doesn't matter if the bomb is thrown out, and it doesn't matter if there is no trump card in your hand. The main thing is to make the opponent have no trump card. The core is not the bomb, but how about the battle in the Goddess of the opponent's family? "

"That's really a stewed rice. If you don't open the cards, you won't know whether you die or live."

The IQ teams were playing cards while muttering and discussing.

"Han Zhi, I'm thirsty." The Thunder and Lightning Dharma King murmured.

The command room suddenly became quiet, and the elites of the think tank were stunned.

Han Zhi is the name of the female secretary of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.

The elites of the think tank looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little sad.

After the death of the female secretary, the Thunder and Lightning King did feel depressed for a while, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and devoted himself to his intense work.

After all, the master is still there and the battle is not over. How can he continue to be depressed as the minister?

Everyone was very happy to see him get rid of his psychological shadow so quickly.

I thought this is right. Just a woman, with the status of the Dharma King, what type of woman can’t get it?

This is like the rich people eating big pig's hooves, braised, steamed, barbecued, and sauced.

As long as the iron rod does not form a needle, it will penetrate the intestines and a deeper than the belly.

Why bother to remember a woman? Deep love will not live long? These days, how can such deep and sincere emotions come from? It is already a society that pursues material things.

But they did not expect that the Thunder and Lightning King did not let go, nor even recover.

He usually acts normally, acts vigorously, calmly and serious.

But when it was late at night and when it was exhausted, he subconsciously called out the woman's name.

The elites looked at the leader and boss of the think tank, who was an extremely smart old man.

The old man sighed lustfully: "What is love in the world? It's just to teach people to agree with each other in life and death."

The younger brothers under his command asked, "What do you think, boss?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "1200 is enough to have a passionate love. If it is 5,000, the love will be deeper."

In this way, the younger brothers have an intuitive impression of love.

At this time, an employee in charge of contacting the front line suddenly stood up after answering a phone call: "The King of Dharma, the 'giant' Mar Gatilahan appeared in the Fuzhou branch."

The think tank elite raised their eyebrows and sneered: "Here you come."

The Thunder and Lightning Dharma King slowly opened his eyes: "Note to quit sex and be able to act."

The night is dark, Fuzhou branch.

The Fuzhou branch stands by the lake and is the core building of Zhanhu Science and Technology Park.

All office buildings in the entire Science and Technology Park are the property of the Fuzhou branch. The property of the Science and Technology Park is of course also a branch of Baoze Property Company.

Zhanhu Science and Technology Park is a newly built CBD area, and the real estate company that bids for the building is Baoze.

After the establishment of Baoze, it bid for various industrial zones and CBD zones in important cities across the country and built them into divisions.

Except for the Shanghai Stock Exchange headquarters is built in the most prosperous CBD area, other branches are built from scratch.

This is to save costs. After all, building a branch in a prosperous area is too expensive. Even a money-making machine like Baoze and the allocation of funds from above will hold such a huge amount of capital consumption.

Although it is troublesome to start from scratch, the land is cheap. And if you build a similar science and technology park, you can get your money back in just a few years if you rent out the other office buildings.

Then it is kept confidential. A piece of land is set aside and it can be done whatever you want. It is difficult for outsiders to discover the secrets of blood descendants.

It was late at night and the office buildings of Zhanhu Science and Technology Park were dark, but the main building where the branch was located was brightly lit, with xenon headlights lit up, slowly turning, and the beam of light swept across the science and technology park.

Da da da da da

Boom boom boom boom

The sound of machine gun fire, the loud bang of grenades, etc., intertwined.

In office buildings, streets, and supermarkets, there will be fire flashes and smoke rolling.

This place has become a battlefield. Bloodborne people from the Super Powers Association and employees of the Fuzhou branch carried machine guns and swept each other's grenades.

The Fuzhou branch even transferred armed helicopters to assist, and the heavy machine guns and grenades that conquered the cities and grounds caused great casualties to the blood descendants of the Superman Association.

"If this group of foreigners hadn't been restricted by the headquarters, I would blow them into the sky with an east wind to see God." Zhang Xuezhong, the minister of the Fuzhou branch, carried the RPG and pulled the trigger. A trace of smoke shot through the glass. In the crosstalk, he hit the enemy who was trying to break the window.

The flames devoured the enemy, but the explosion did not kill him, but was seriously injured.

"Damn it, all the elites come." Zhang Xuezhong "pa" spitted.

"Forget it, Dongfeng, you are not killing the enemy, you are planting mushrooms." A cadre complained: "Just have a helicopter."

The battle situation was not ideal. The weapons and equipment of the Fuzhou branch were better than those of these American blood descendants who had traveled long distances, but the elite combat power was far inferior.

Each of the other party is full of talents. He was sent to the Far East to fight, so naturally there were no weak ones, and there were only so many masters in the Fuzhou branch.

Now we are just relying on dense firepower to barely maintain balance.

"Have you notified the headquarters?"

"I've notified us, let's hold on for half an hour, and there will be reinforcements in half an hour."

Zhang Xuezhong grabbed the communicator and shouted: "Brothers, I persisted for half an hour and died of the golden coffin and silver tomb, and the young model in the club was alive."
Chapter completed!