But the general didn't let her go, instead he made her feel something was wrong.
In fact, men also pay attention to feelings.
If a woman and a man are too close, there must be something wrong.
Sure enough, something is wrong with the general, and his faces are getting closer and closer. . .
She turned her head sideways first, a little slower, otherwise it would give people a feeling of panic: "The general is really like your father, his posture and movements are all the same."
Remind the other party that she is an old friend of her father's.
Considering that his father is almost eighty years old, and he has known her since he was young.
If he was still interested, he could kiss his father on the lips.
The general is not a pervert, he still has a basic moral bottom line.
He slowly raised his head, and then smiled suddenly: "It's not good to know him, and he can't do many things."
Seeing the general's smile, she seemed to understand something and was teasing her again.
And whether he really wanted to tease her or find an excuse to relieve his embarrassment, she pursed her lips and glared sideways, which only made the general even happier.
She said angrily: "General, are you going to kill me or continue to tease me?"
The general still pressed her against the wall: "What do you think?"
She rolled her eyes and said confidently: "I guess letting me go is a better choice and everyone will be happy."
The general laughed again at her thick skin, but this choice was indeed the best.
She didn’t want to kill her, just like she couldn’t kill the general, because she was afraid that Albert would be sad.
In the past, it was okay to be ambiguous, and it didn't hurt to play with it.
Now that Albert has risen to his level, as an old friend of his father, it's not good to tease him too much.
"Okay."
The general let go of his hand.
Then he took a step back and pretended to be alert: "Then you won't want to kill me again, right?"
"How can I kill without a knife?"
She stretched out her hand.
He said sincerely: "General, please return the knife to me."
The general took the fruit knife out of his uniform pocket and put it in her hand.
"Thank you" she inserted the knife into her sock again.
Plug it in.
Putting down his trousers and raising his head, he saw the general looking at him and said: "Your father is right, if you don't give me something to prepare, I will really look for it randomly."
The general suddenly turned his head and smiled, shaking his head slightly.
Albert had done this kind of action to her many times, and the father and son really looked alike.
Not far ahead is her room.
When she arrived at the door, the general took advantage of the moment when she was about to go in to confirm again: "Cheng, you really want to kill Amelia."
She opened the door and used this second to think of an answer.
She stood in front of the open door and turned to the general and said, "Hurry up and find a scapegoat."
After that, she went in and closed the door.
After taking a shower, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with my eyes open and thinking.
Kill the main messenger who destroyed the world, but he didn't say who.
As long as you find a guy who really wants to destroy the world, you might be able to pass the test.
But this is easier said than done.
Although there are many madmen who want to destroy the world, these madmen are insignificant.
If they are given the opportunity to destroy the world, then the general will not become the chief messenger.
Emilia tricked the terrorists into stealing the virus.
The general had already captured the ringleader and the thief, and even after shooting them all, it was still to no avail, proving that this trick didn't work. . .
What is the difference between killing Emilia and killing the general.
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Perhaps the latter would make Albert even more miserable. . . wrong She sat up suddenly, and noisy footsteps came from the door.
There were several times more patrol aircraft outside the window than usual, and searchlights were constantly shining on every corner of the ground floor.
The door was kicked open.
Several regular soldiers wearing helmets and holding guns rushed in.
Looking at the black muzzles of the guns, she could only sigh, and now she became a prisoner.
"Get up," the other party ordered, "raise your hands."
He stood up obediently and raised his hands.
It was a good thing to be able to make her stand up, as it proved that he would not kill her for the time being, otherwise he would beat her into a sieve with a "beep, beep, beep," and she would die with smoke all over her body.
Another order came: "Kneel down and put your hands behind your head."
With a sneer, even the heaven would not kneel down, but still asked her to kneel down here.
She didn't kneel down, but squatted down and sat down, lying directly on the ground.
Seeing her lying straight on the ground, all the regular soldiers were stunned.
Then the person who issued the order yelled: "I asked you to kneel down, what are you doing?"
"Oh" she responded, then Lazy Donkey turned over, turning 180 degrees on the spot at a very slow speed.
Her arms were still lying upright on the web, but she was lying on her stomach.
There was silence for a moment, as everyone probably looked at her lying on the ground, motionless. . .
Is she mentally retarded or was she invited by a monkey?
Judging from the footsteps, it should be a regular soldier carefully walking over with a gun in hand, slowly approaching in a standard posture to deal with the enemy.
Turning his head to the side, he saw a pair of jet-black military boots walking to the side, and then his raised arms were pulled down, cut behind his back, and tied up with special plastic nylon ropes.
"Get up" lifted her up from the ground almost like a chicken.
She stood firm and looked around: "Should I be shot or can I leave?"
After another few seconds of silence, the regular soldier escorting her said, "Let's go."
"Oh, let's go then."
She obediently followed the pushing hand of the escort beside her, and she cooperated very well.
I don’t want to suffer physical pain, so I’m still obedient.
After counting the number of people, there were four regular troops here.
The general really thought highly of her and sent four of them at once.
If one or two of them could still win, don't even think about four.
Maybe there are very few people who cooperate like this, and it's because of her somewhat special status that he still behaves very gently towards her.
Not to mention the regular army, police and ordinary soldiers often have their arms twisted and dislocated when they capture targets.
I really want to know why she was captured.
Could it be that the general wanted to kill her again?
He could have done it just now.
Why let the regular army come to capture her now?
Albert is not easy to fool.
To a discerning person, there is no difference between the so-called "accident" of death at the hands of regular troops and death at the hands of generals.
As they were being escorted away, Albert came over.
Albert stopped in front: "Leave her to me."
"Well...Old General, please don't make things difficult for us."
One of them said.
Albert didn't bring anyone with him at all, so he stood in front alone.
Just come over here.
He pulled her over without any explanation: "Tell the general now that I will take custody of you first.
If you need someone, come over at any time."
After saying that, he pulled her away.
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This is the general's father, and he is also a highly respected old general.
Whoever offends me, my son will not let them go.
After the four regular soldiers looked at each other, they stood there and began to communicate with the top through their helmets.
She followed Albert and said with a smile: "It took just five minutes to rescue me, but a new batch of people escorted me."
Albert hooked her elbow and walked forward: "Who told your teammates to steal the plane and fly here."
"Oh" she was surprised, but she quickly calmed down, maybe if it was someone else.
But this group of teammates was originally very capable, and Rudolph was the driver.
With Gordon as co-pilot, it was enough to drive the aircraft all the way based on its memory of the map.
No wonder there were so many patrol planes outside.
They must have driven to the ground floor, got down, and then found a place to hide.
There are many people at the bottom, many of whom have no identity.
They disguise themselves, get by, and kill all the way up when they find an opportunity.
"What's the point of arresting me?"
She still pretended to be stupid.
"Nonsense.
Who told you to have such a stubborn attitude and always think about completing the mission?
It doesn't matter that the person in Emilia's belly is my grandson."
She also told the truth: "I knew it was your grandson, otherwise I would have been shot dead.
You are really good at hiding your name.
The trick is that your son is in the open, and we are all in the dark."
"Yes, that's right.
Same thing.
If I want to kill you, it's very simple."
Albert took her all the way to the garden villa where she lived.
This space is very private.
In the villa in the garden, Albert lived alone.
She turned her body away.
Facing Albert: "Can you help me untie it?"
"Okay."
She said yes, but she was immediately embraced.
Albert hugged her tightly from behind.
Albert must have been alone here for a long time, except for the regular army logistics office who delivered meals and vegetables every day, or the gardeners and cleaners who helped him clean the house and garden.
The general should talk to him frequently, but he rarely meets him since he lives in a different city.
The only thing that can comfort him is that news of the birth of his grandson and great-grandson often comes.
A kind of sadness of old age arises spontaneously, how important it is to have a companion by your side at this time.
Young couples come here all the time to keep company.
Even if someone comes to chat, Albert cannot speak freely to such people who are sent here.
If you want to hug him, just hug him.
Albert is already old, what else can't he let go of?
Is he still so coquettish that he can't even hug an old man who is almost eighty?
After hugging her for a while, Albert finally breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her, and untied the rope that bound her.
Okay, let’s get down to business.
She rubbed her wrists that had marks on them and looked around: "There aren't any bugs or cameras installed here, right?"
Albert replied: "No, it can only be installed outside the door.
Here, even if you kill someone, you don't have to move it out.
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You can just bury it in the garden."
It feels like in a martial arts novel where someone is killed and buried in the garden as fertilizer.
Of course, Albert will not kill her at the moment.
She sighed slightly: "The person behind the scenes should not be Amelia."
Albert is an extremely smart person who can adapt immediately to big changes in topics.
After looking at her deeply for about three or four seconds, she understood immediately without saying anything else.
Emilia is a pregnant woman, and no matter how high her IQ is, she is definitely still under the control of the general.
She might have forged the general's password and issued an order to assassinate her, but stealing the virus from the laboratory was a more advanced matter.
Emilia really had the ability to hide the truth, bypass the general's inspection, and tell the terrorist organization that there was a virus in the laboratory.
And the terrorists easily stole the virus without any casualties.
It is claimed that this group of terrorists fired sleeping gas after sneaking in, but the hoods with three holes cut out on their faces were able to filter the sleeping air.
This was what she was thinking about while lying on the bed just now.
Emilia didn't have this ability.
If it wasn't for Emilia's control, the answer would be obvious.
"Asshole, this bastard."
Albert immediately walked back and forth in the room, mumbling: "I have told him since he was a child not to act rashly, but he still disobeyed.
Now it's better, what should I do?
,what to do" "Even killing Emilia may not solve the problem."
She said helplessly.
Albert stopped, walked to the side, took out the intercom in his pocket, and dialed the number.
After a while, he asked questioningly: "You brat, don't argue with me if you did this, yes or no."
After a while, he slowly hung up the call.
Judging from his posture, he probably did.
Although Albert didn't show any emotion, the way he slowly wound up the thread showed everything, otherwise he should be happy.
At this time, he was very heavy.
This was not the time to joke, and there was no need to joke when big things happened.
If you hear it's not the case, you'll be able to relax a lot.
Amelia was afraid that she was carrying a grandson, but after knowing that her grandson's sons were born, was she still afraid that missing this one would break the roots?
Albert came over, probably thinking of something, and hugged her in his arms: "What to do, what to do..."
It was over, even if the general killed his unborn grandson, he could still bear it, but this time it was his favorite son.
"How could this happen?"
She was simply annoyed.
Did she have to kill the general?
After thinking for a while, he comforted: "There should be a turning point.
The zombies have been controlled now, and the general intends to stop.
If he can make up for it, there is still a chance."
"Yes, yes" Albert became happy, but suddenly became extremely worried: "But what should you do?
There is no mission goal, and how much time can those who control you give you?"
"I don't know, Albert, I really don't know."
She hid in Albert's arms, feeling powerless all over her body.
It didn't matter that she died, she had died several times.
But what should she do if she gave up the chance of rebirth and went to heaven to help her teammates?
Although everyone usually joked about becoming angels together if they died, everyone still wanted to return to the human world.
Although there is a lot of suffering in the world, the mortal world is wonderful.
It is also a kind of beauty to return to the world, marry a wife and have children, watch the children grow up and grow old.
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Living in heaven, immortality, will become boring after a long time; living forever without children, without a future, what is the meaning of this infinite life?
The undead in the celestial amusement park were fresh and had a lot of fun when they first arrived.
As time goes by, they will ask to be reincarnated.
There are many undead souls sitting and lying in the clouds below, doing nothing.
In the end, they will ask for it in person.
Albert held her hand tightly and slowly moved it up her back to her neck. . .
Do you want to kill her?
She smiled miserably and said softly: "If you want to kill her, do it quickly.
If my teammates fail, please give them a good time, please."
Albert's body trembled slightly, and his fingers tightened little by little
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