Chapter 1682

When Canghai went back to the house to practice, several leaders of the forces standing on the square gathered together and took out cigars and cigarettes from their pockets. The orange flame lit up. They squatted on the stone steps of the square and breathed smoke. Their faces were full of sadness, "Alas --"

A sad sigh came from the tea owner's mouth. He was thirty-nine years old. This age should be the peak of his career and the age of his greatest achievement in life.

In the past, he did think so, but now he found that his middle-aged body was not as strong as the young man who looked like a calf.

He gave up dry smoking ten years ago. When he came to a different world, he saw all kinds of brands of cigarettes and cigars. He resisted the temptation and didn't smoke again.

But these days, the huge pressure almost made him breathless. A cold and unfeeling leader, a large number of incompetent subordinates... He really had too many troubles.

He took two mouthfuls of a cigarette and dropped it to the ground. Then he took another cigarette out of the cigarette box and put it on.

The butcher beside him looked at him sorrowfully and sympathetically. He also patted him on the shoulder helplessly and comforted him: "tea master, if you work hard again, you will survive this period of time.

Lord Canghai scolds you, but he also values your forces. Open up and let the undercover in that insect group think of a way to see if they can steal more information! "

The tea master knocked off the fat hand full of fat on his shoulder and said with some indignation: "why do you think the undercover is so good? It took me more than a year to develop an undercover agent who could really stand up in the insect group.

Now you want me to put pressure on him to steal further information?! Didn't you ask me to push him into the fire pit! If he's dead, we'll be really blind in the face of worms. "

The butcher was given two sentences by the tea owner, but he also retorted: "what do you want to do? If you don't get information, break your own dogleg? Would you like to be a cripple in the future? "

Once the words came out, the tea master moved his lips and stopped talking. He broke his leg. That's really breaking his leg. If you want to connect your leg without the consent of the adults, ha ha, if you dare to connect your leg, you can lose your life.

At the critical moment, it was still a tender face, but the 18-year-old diviner said a fair word. He flicked the cigarette end to the filter and spit out a dirty flue:

"tea master, butcher, you two don't have to fight. The insect group planned this large-scale welcome ceremony. There are absolutely many people who know about it. In a few days, we should be able to get the news.

But more importantly, what can we do in this ceremony and what can we do with this ceremony! That's the key. "

The diviner's words were nodded and agreed by many people present. Indeed, the more grand the event, the more loopholes you can drill. As long as you sneak in two men and take advantage of the bustling crowd to throw out all the bombs of storage ring, tut Tut, the harvest is absolutely not small.

"The security of the insect group is too tight, especially in their headquarters, Gushan city. The anti espionage measures are not leaking. No matter what we send people to do, we have to go through the interrogation and search of the law enforcement officers. In this case, it is very difficult to do anything!"