The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Chapter 218: Come, read it to me

  Special departments have special places to detain prisoners.

  Fully transparent bullet-proof glass, there is only a chair and a bed inside, and every word and deed of the prisoner can be seen by the monitoring and the opposite staff.

  Zhang Feng pushed Yan Tao in, and stood at the door with a sneer, "I have patience, waiting for you to speak."

   Yantao put one hand in his pocket, his eyes swept around.

  This should be similar to the base, obviously an independent organization, and Zhang Feng has the absolute right to speak here.

  She can tell from the eyes of people passing by that they are very afraid of Zhang Feng.

  It is not an exaggeration to say that it is fear.

  Yantao sat down by the bed, with her hands folded, her elbows on her thighs, her beautiful peach eyes flashed with a cheerful smile.

  She could see all kinds of instruments of torture connected to this glass room.

   "Do you want to beat me up?"

Zhang Feng sneered, his face turned gloomy under the shaking fluorescent lamp, and his eyes fell on the teenager, "You had better tell everything you know, how do you know that something will happen on the construction site? Also, The solution to this matter, otherwise, you will taste something you have never tasted before."

  Which of the people who started to come to the base is not unruly?

  One by one thinks that they are bigger than the sky, and if they have some ability, they want to go to heaven arrogantly.

  Isn’t he still obediently letting him play around?

   Yan Tao squinted his eyes and asked Xiao Qi to check the specific affairs of the department and Zhang Feng’s identity.

  She discovered when she entered the door that there was no place to hide in the empty hall. As long as you sit in Zhang Feng's position, everyone's expressions and movements can be seen clearly.

  The people in front of the computer are like robots, their eyes are dull, and they only know to bow their heads to do their own things.

  This place has no privacy at all.

  This is a manifestation of extreme control desire and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

  The young man lowered his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly curled his lips viciously.

  The tail of the eyes was stained with three-point cold evil, which called that beautiful face like a god, with a devil's meaning.

  She rubbed her chin with her plain, slender fingers. When will the daughter-in-law come?

  At this moment, the military base on the outskirts of the Imperial City.

  Lian Feng went around in circles with a small pull, falling into an endless loop of thinking: do you say it, or do you not say it?

  Say, how do you say?

  Don’t say, the little devil must kill him.

  Said, or not to say, this is a problem.

   "Lian Feng!"

   With a sudden cold drink, he straightened his chest with a guilty conscience, and silently hid the phone behind his back.

Qin Zong's military uniform was straight, and the military badge on his shoulders was golden in the daylight, followed by seven or eight officers. His cold eyes fell on the adjutant who had been wrong from the beginning, and his eyes were cold and scary, "What are you doing? ?"

   "Report to Major General, I'm...in...in..." Mom, yeah, why should he stick at the front entrance of the building like an idiot!

  Now I can’t even think of a reason.

  Lian Feng was about to cry stupidly by himself.

  Qin Zong's suspicious gaze circled Lian Feng's face, and he dinged suddenly, and Lian Feng's phone rang a message alert.

  Qin Zong slowly narrowed his eyes, "Playing on the phone during the mission?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Lian Feng's forehead, and he was about to explain. He saw his family father's cold and godlike face raised his brows, and heard him say in a ghostly voice, "Just right, read it for everyone."

  What, what? !

  Like a sky thunder struck down!

  Lian Feng trembled with a small heart and took out his mobile phone, and drew countless crosses in his heart, praying to Buddha, Bodhisattva, God, Jesus, Yan Tao, don’t give me any moths!

  To be normal, normal text dialogue!