Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

It has been several days since Wang Nanmu returned to Guangnan's home. However, it is strange that no one has contacted her whether it was the City Economic Investigation Brigade where she was originally worked or the mysterious base where she was trained.

It was as if she had never been there before.

Is this yourself, forgotten by the whole world?

Looking back now, everything that I have experienced in the past few months seems to have been a thrilling dream. In the dream, she was young and beautiful, and she was full of energy; she was bold and determined and did not panic; she once drove a car. The big red Ferrari sports car was racing with people, and he used half a brick as a weapon to rescue a bad boy from the muzzle...

No, no, Wang Nanmu shook his head vigorously, as if he was about to throw something out of his head, and warned himself again in his heart: I swear, I no longer think about that heartless bad boy, sister, I am like a flower. Now that I have gained so many skills, people who chase me in the future will definitely be able to make up a strengthening company, so that stinky kid is not rare!

Oh, by the way, the weather outside today is so good, and no one is forcing myself to go to work, so it's better to go shopping and relax!

She finished the psychological hints for herself, adjusted her mood, opened the closet happily, prepared to choose a pleasant dress to change, and then dressed up beautifully on the street.

Then, she saw the big red leather waistcoat on the bottom of the wardrobe at a glance.

She took it out in a wicked manner, and also brought out the black sports vest and black leather trousers.

At the end of July, Guangnan was hot and hard. Obviously it was not the time to wear this suit. However, Wang Nanmu involuntarily closed the door of his room, took off all the clothes on his body, and then removed the bad boy one by one. The "battle robe" in his mouth was put on, and he looked at himself carefully in the large floor mirror.

In the mirror, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the eyebrows are beautiful; a soft black silk flutters down and draped to the shoulders; the tall figure of nearly 1.7 meters, slim; the tight sports vest stretches the chest tightly , Deep gully is exposed under the low neckline; the sun of Myanmar jade has dyed the originally white skin with a healthy wheat color, and the heavy exercise training some time ago made her exude a youthful breath...

Even according to the most critical point of view, you should be considered a beauty, right? Why did that **** turn a blind eye to himself? Except when you want to make things worse, come up and take advantage of your hand and mouth...

She thought, but two lines of tears slid down involuntarily.

"True, true", suddenly someone knocked on the door.

My parents have gone to work, and they all have the keys. Today is not Sunday. Who will come at this time? Could it be that the organization finally remembered himself?

She quickly wiped the back of her hand on her face indiscriminately, wiped off the tears, and said: "Who? Come right away." Then she hurried to open the door without changing her clothes.

The door opened, but what was revealed was the vicissitudes of life of the instructor in the mysterious base, and Wang Nanmu couldn't help but stunned.

The instructor obviously didn't expect Wang Nanmu to be dressed like this. He couldn't help but was taken aback, and then smiled playfully. The smile affected a scar on his face and made him even more hideous.

Only then did Wang Nanmu remember that this was in Guangnan, and that his dress was really outdated and out of fashion, and he couldn't help being blushed. He put his hands on his chest and blocked the spring light, and then asked, "Instructor, why are you here?"

The instructor narrowed his smile and asked sternly: "Nan Mu, you have been back for a few days. We have not come to you. We just want you to rest for a few days, relax, and think about the future."

These words struck Wang Nanmu's mind, and she couldn't help asking: "In the future? What are the organizational arrangements for my future?"

The instructor replied: "It depends on you. As a novice, you did a very good job last time. Of course, there are many things that need to be summarized and improved. Let alone this, now you have two choices. ."

"Which two?"

"One of course is to go back to your original job position, forget everything that has happened, continue to be your rookie policeman in the economic investigation team, and then slowly get promoted."

When the instructor said this, his tone was full of disdain and ridicule, and he obviously disagreed with this choice.

"What about the other one?" Wang Nanmu asked.

After those things about Mianyu, Wang Nanmu had long discovered that his heart was a little wild, and the daily life that used to be constant made her a little tired. It is difficult for her to imagine how she was going back to the past, two o'clock in the line, repeating the same things every day, mediocre and unconscious, living a lifetime.

"The other one is to accept a task and execute it to the end."

"What task? What does it mean to perform? Does this task take a long time to perform?"

"Yes, maybe, it takes your life." The instructor said solemnly.

Wang Nanmu really couldn't imagine what kind of task she needed to perform in her whole life. This aroused her strong curiosity and couldn't help asking: "Instructor, can you tell me what kind of task it is?"

The instructor smiled meaningfully and said: "Of course, this task is actually very simple. There is only one order. All other things must be based on this order to protect this person until he or you die." , Handed over a small photo.

Wang Nanmu took the photo in a daze, and saw a handsome, wicked face smiling at him, with a fake smile, with an unpredictable look, but his eyes were as calm as ever, as if he could see through the world. The situation.

It's him!

Tears quickly blurred her eyes, and then without any hesitation, she nodded and responded with a choked voice: "I accept this task until the day I die!"

The instructor shook his head slightly, sighed, then patted her shrugging shoulders, and said in a rare low voice: "Well, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, I will report to the base training ground. In order to complete this task, you must There is still a lot to learn and summarize, but time is running out."

Wang Nanmu nodded, and sobbed "Um" as an answer.

The instructor was obviously not satisfied with her performance, and suddenly shouted sharply: "Wang Nanmu!"

She stood at attention reflexively, and then responded loudly: "Here!"

The instructor shouted sharply again: "Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning, I will report back to the base training ground!"

"Yes!"

The instructor nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand for a standard military salute, then waved his hand and turned away.

Wang Nanmu immediately raised his hand in return and watched the instructor's fading figure, but could no longer control the surging emotions in his heart. He slowly squatted down by the door, and hugged his knees with both hands. He buried his head deeply and cried loudly.

But that little picture was held tightly by her, as if letting go, the whole world would drift away from her.