Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

When he roared out, Song Zhengwei was discouraged and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes in pain.

The daughter of the family was gone, and the son and daughter who had been born outside were found by the Bo family, and he had to agree.

"Jinghua, I will definitely avenge my daughter's hatred. You also know the cruelty of the special education institute. I will send someone to take care of her and make her death painful."

"You take a good rest, the company is still going on, I'll come over to accompany you later." Wiping his face, Song Zhengwei did not persuade his wife again, and ordered the special nurse to clean up the ward and leave the hospital by himself.

The withered mother Song looked at the figure of her husband leaving, the resentment in her eyes was like blood stained with poison, thick, twisted, and vicious.

In order to preserve the Song family, let her daughter die in vain, no way!

The two whispering nurses passing by the door said, "Miss Anjia is really miserable. I was terrified when I gave her the medicine. Her body was all hurt..."

Miss Ann?

An Xia?

Mother Song got up quickly and rushed out of the ward, sternly, "Which floor does she live on?! Quickly say! Quickly!"

"Ah, Mrs. Song Song..." The two nurses were frightened, and stubbornly replied, "It seems to be on the fifth floor, you...Mrs. Song..."

The resentful Mrs. Song restrained her anger and returned to the ward without being impulsive. Since she knew that the murderer was also in the hospital, she had to arrange it carefully.

The two nurses wearing masks smiled at each other and left the senior VIP ward area.

At this time, ten floors underground in a certain city in country M, a mysterious network cipher from Xia country appeared on an encrypted computer.

In front of the computer, the handsome young black-haired man raised his bloodshot eyes. The moment he saw the code, his eyes widened and his face was shocked.

This is the only code for the commander in contact with him, no one knows except him and the commander.

But his commander has been sacrificed for five years!

The light and shadow of the screen floated through his eyes, cold as a thin blade, and the man quickly tapped the keyboard with his fingers.

One minute later, the man was supporting the computer station with both hands, his eyes trembling and he got up.

How can it be!

How could the commander-in-chief who died five years ago be in Xia Guo?

Is she really the commander-in-chief?

The encryption code appeared again, concise, single, and a little impatient, just like the commander's tone of the year, "Xia Guo, right now."

Possessed, the man's fingers trembling slightly when tapping the keyboard, he sent the last string of encryption symbols: his subordinates set off immediately.

Yes or no, Xia Guo must go.

Five minutes later, a group of four left the Imperial Field base and flew to Xia Guo.

Xia Guo, Xuancheng

An Xia cleared all the records on the computer and let out a long sigh.

In five years, she actually died for five years.

Really TM... I want to scold the street!

Take a deep breath, breathe again, and look at the opening. Fortunately, it's only five years, but it's not fifty years!

It took 30 seconds to adjust his mentality, Anxia walked out of the Internet cafe, and his eyes fell on the black commercial car parked on the side of the road.

"Hey..."

The left and right doors opened, and four tall and strong men in black went straight to Anxia.

An Xia's gaze swept across the tail ring worn by one of the men's little fingers. It was a vulture. The dark eyes were covered with the cold of winter, and the killing intent was gradually rising in her eyes.

Members of the notorious "Vulture Gang", they have set foot in Xia Country in the past five years!

The shady breath approached, and the four of them were already standing in front of An Xia. The man with the tail ring glanced at An Xia, confirmed that they were correct, nodded slightly, and the two men raised their hands and kidnapped people in the street.

"Call 01, call 01." In the dark corner of the street, a casually dressed man pressed the headset and called the action center.

"01 received." The cold voice was pulled away, like a sword that had just broken out of the ancient abyss. It was simple and mysterious, and contained a majestic sword intent that could tear through the darkness. The meaning of the sword was cold and cold. Haoran, there is nothing to hide from the ghosts.