He Chunwang looked at Mu yuan, as if thinking about something. He was a little silent, and his eyes made his scalp numb. Mu yuan sat still, thinking of many old things.

Outside the monitoring room, Jack stared at Mu yuan.

These days, Mu yuan has lost a lot of weight. From the side, his facial features are more and more clear. The incandescent lamp in the monitoring room hit he Chunwang's head, reflecting a dead white and blue black.

Like a dying old man and a vigorous young man.

But he Chunwang is two years younger than Mu yuan.

"Do you have any wishes?" Mu yuan asked.

"Yes." He Chunwang was a little sad, "people live with a wish, otherwise who would like to drag the incurable disease around so?"

Mu yuan, "what do you want?"

"What wish do I have? Will you satisfy me?"

"If you want to eat a bowl of curry seafood noodles, I can satisfy you." That's what he Chunwang likes to eat most. When he was in Myanmar, he likes to bring curry, such as curry beef brisket, curry duck, curry chicken and so on. His favorite is curry seafood noodles. He once crazily gave Amway to Mu yuan. Mu yuan, who is difficult to accept the food culture there, unexpectedly accepted Amway.

Many years ago, in the afternoon, they often ate curry seafood noodles and drank a glass of brandy together by the swimming pool. They had a very pleasant life. He Chunwang said, I hope Xiaoyuan can drink and eat noodles with me forever.

That year, he Chunwang had a naive and bright smile.

"I don't like it anymore."

Mu yuan is sad. Yes, so am I.

I don't like it for a long time.

Lehman was dissatisfied outside the monitoring room. "What did major Mu yuan talk about? What did we invite him to do? Didn't we count it? It's a waste of time talking with he Chunwang, so let him speak directly."

Jack looked back at Lehman with a blank face. "You talk too much."

Lehman shrunk his neck and dared not speak any more.

Outside the surveillance room, Anderson was not alone. In order to prevent Anderson from being forced into a trap, Roosevelt agents were watching, recording, observing whether they colluded with each other, and so on.

Wesley said mercilessly that he was suffering from delusion of murder.

It seems that you are very important, and it is worth their painstaking efforts to frame!

This was said in front of Roosevelt, so angry that Roosevelt, who was the same generation as John Anderson, couldn't speak.

"What do you want?"

He Chunwang giggled, "I hope you can die with me."

These words made people creepy. Standing around outside, people thought he Chunwang was seriously ill.

"This wish, you take it to hell and beg for the king of hell yourself."

Everyone, "..."

The crooked nuts didn't know who the hell was, and their faces were confused.

Jack couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that Xiaoyuan refused."

"Don't get sick." Mu Yuan said in a cold voice, "you'd better be honest about how you brought down king in recent years. Who is the person who provides weapons and financial support to king? Fight for probation. It's better to live than to die. If you live one more day, you can think of me one more day."

Jack, "..."

What does this bastard say?

Damn it!

He Chunwang seemed to come to his senses, "hahaha, that's right, Lieutenant Colonel Anderson is going to be angry outside."

"It's none of his business."

Everyone outside looked at Colonel Anderson's face. This person's face, happy or unhappy, ordinary people can't see it. Anyway, it's a cold face of a dead wife.