"If we force it..."

"Guodong, let's not talk about how much we will lose if we do this. Secondly, since our relationship is still harmonious, why do we have to make the relationship stiff? Moreover, this young man has promised to leave seeds. For us, our goal has been achieved and it is the best result. Why do we still have to do the work of destroying bridges across the river?"

"Think about it again, what can we get if we force ourselves to keep each other? A seed that can be inherited? No, we will only leave a tumor that sprouts due to resentment!"

"This young man has done a good job. He chose us just because he is a Chinese! If others give him a favor, we will also repay him! This way, we will not be cold to the hearts of those who have their motherland in their hearts!"

The old man's low and slow voice echoed throughout the conference room, making Cheng Guodong, who had just given up his thoughts on forcibly detaining the end of the season, feel ashamed.

"So, Prime Minister, since this is the case, we need to finalize the candidate for inheritance!" Tie Hongwei turned his slogan at the right time and diverted the attention of the people in the room.

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister smiled and said to the three generals in front of him: "What are your candidates?"

The gray-haired general Lao Hu, with round head and sharp eyes, and the strong-bodied major general Tie Hongwei looked at each other. After seeing the expression in the other party's eyes, he said neatly: "Yes! I think..."

The Prime Minister coughed lightly, looked at the sparks in the eyes of the three of them, and smiled and said, "Come one by one!".

"I think my little Tie is very good!" Tie Hongwei said hurriedly.

"Iron Rooster! You are also embarrassed to recommend your nephew! You are favoritism!" Cheng Guodong narrowed his eyes, and a trace of murderous aura flashed across his round face.

"Ahem, don't be anxious for two young people! You have to learn to respect the elderly and love the young, I think..."

"Old Hu, you are so old, are you embarrassed to compete with us two young people?" Tie Hongwei said with a regretful look: "My dad should want to have a good talk with you!"

"Boy, don't scare me with your dad. What's wrong with me owing him a bullet!? Nothing can be said this time!" Old Hu glared at his eyes and did not retreat at all.

"You guys!" The Prime Minister smiled, knocked on the table, and said, "Think about what Xiao Tie is doing now!"

"Xiao Tie..." Mr. Hu was stunned for a moment.

"I'm with that martial arts master!" Cheng Guodong called out, then gritted his teeth and said to Tie Hongwei: "The sinister iron rooster is actually thinking about the near-water tower!"

"Chengrun! Chengrun!" Tie Hongwei raised his hand with a smile.

"Don't be happy, so what if he is closer to that boy Ji? In the final analysis, it depends on the root and talent!"

"Old Hu is right!" Cheng Guodong nodded in agreement and said, "Xiao Tie is already twenty-eight years old and is a little older! Maybe that boy Ji doesn't like it!"

Tie Hongwei's eyebrows stood up, and he didn't care that the other party's military rank was much higher than his, and he spoke, "Fart!".

"Yeah, he is anxious, Mr. Hu!"

"That's right, don't worry!" Mr. Hu proudly fanned the flames.

"You guys discuss it carefully, give me a list, I'll go for dinner first!" The Prime Minister stood up and left a sentence. After leaving a word, the three people who were not in charge of the big eyes and staring at each other slowly left.

...

At this time, on the border.

A helicopter flying across the blue sky.

Ji Mo sat quietly on the helicopter, looking at the scenery along the way with interest. The others on the helicopter were as if they were being pressed by the faint bloody smell on Ji Mo's body, and were cautiously breathing, for fear that Ji Mo would raise his hand to stab them.

Although they knew that this was impossible, they couldn't stop their hearts from shaking after they thought of killing hundreds of people in just two or three minutes at the end of the season.

Those are hundreds of people!

Finally, after being silent on the helicopter for several minutes, Tie Shen Ling broke the silence.

"Mr. Ji, you are not injured, aren't you?" Tie Chenling asked Ji Mo sitting opposite him in a low voice with admiration.

Ji Mo smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, this small scene can't hurt me, they are just a lot of people!"

"Small, small scene!" Tie Chenling swallowed dryly, feeling that his worldview was refreshed at this moment, and the other two soldiers on the plane also shook their bodies and almost threw away the weapons in their hands. Even the pilot driving the helicopter shrank, causing the helicopter to tremble in the air.

"By the way, Mr. Ji, can I see your knife?"

At this time, Tie Chenling asked curiously.

Ji Mi raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed it, and a black sheathed sword appeared in Ji Mi's hand.

Tie Chenling took it with joy with both hands, reached out to hold the handle of the knife, and pulled it gently, and a cold light flashed in the cabin with the appeared blade.

But Tie Chenling's body turned cold, his eyes shrank, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The smell of blood and the strong smell of blood seemed to be in front of him. In less than a moment, he drowned him, making him unable to breathe and suffocate and die!

Ji Mo was stunned for a moment. He only saw Tie Chenling on the opposite side pulling out Mo Li, and then his face became paler and paler.

"What's going on? Is this guy sick?" Ji Mo said with a secret voice and looked at the other party carefully. When Ji Mo saw Tie Chenling's fearful gaze was always looking at Mo Li, he stretched out his hand and took Mo Li and inserted Mo Li back into the scabbard again.

"Huh! Huh!" Tie Chenling pressed his chest and gasped violently like a worn bell, and beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this scene, the other two soldiers on the helicopter asked with concern: "Brother Tie, what's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Mo also looked at Tie Chenling curiously.

Tie Chenling sat up straight and said tremblingly: "Blood! It's all blood!"

"What?" Everyone on the helicopter, including the end of the season, was a little confused about this pointless thing.

Tie Chenling adjusted his breathing. As an elite special forces worker, he quickly recovered his emotions. It was not until ten seconds later that he wiped off the sweat from his forehead and said, "When I pulled out Mr. Ji's knife, I saw blood, a lot of blood, and even a blood rain was constantly falling, submerging me!"

Hearing this, Ji Mi narrowed his eyes slightly, while the other three people on the helicopter smiled and said, "Brother Tie, you are dazzled!"
Chapter completed!