Touch

Xu Zhen said indifferently: "Why bother to talk about what's there and what's not, haven't you already returned to China, why are you here looking for me?"

The woman almost made obeisance, and her teeth itch with hatred, "You vengeful woman."

Xu Zhen raised her eyebrows, "When did you and Zhang Shutong get along so well?"

"Nonsense, it's just love on the bed," the woman disdainful, and then she came to her senses and said, "It's really Shutong's fault, and it has nothing to do with Xia Yujing?"

Xu Zhen wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up... Today, she gave the woman across the street a favor, and she felt at ease when she ate free food. She walked to the woman with her bag and said softly, "It doesn't matter if it's true love or a fake show. This matter has nothing to do with others, I only target Zhang Shutong."

The voice was not cold, but the woman's back was covered with sweat, and it took a long time to recover. She was sitting alone in the restaurant on the phone, and when she got through, she said angrily, "My friend, what did you provoke?" What about Xu Zhen, I haven't seen her like that in several years."

Lazily denied on the phone.

Seeing that the other party was ignorant, the woman was a little displeased, so her tone became indifferent, "Forget it, I don't bother to care about you, you can do it yourself."

Hanging up the phone, spitting, sending a text message to the person who asked her to come tonight for questioning, walking out of the hotel, thinking of that woman Zhang Shutong, feeling a little regretful.

That woman is really a seductive beauty on the bed, and she has a good job. Apart from being lustful and fond of Xu Zhen, she has no major shortcomings.In the circle, lust is nothing, but it's a pity that the wrong person, the wrong year, and something difficult to do, came to wrestle with Xu Zhen. It's tough.

What a pity.

Yang Xiu, who returned to the rental house, immediately opened the storage disk, and there was a photo in the office, facing Xu Zhen standing in front of the desk, and the hand model was in the corner of the camera.

Zoom in on that part, take out all the remaining batteries in the box, rub the temples and start to adjust the picture - every time on the TV, the picture can be enlarged and cleared twice every time, Yang Xiu doesn't have such high-end equipment at hand, the original Image adjustment and correction is an extremely meticulous work, which needs to be uniformly refined on the basis of comprehensive and balanced use of various functions by referring to different characteristics and types of images.

After the image of the hand model was clearly recognizable, Yang Xiu didn't move for five hours.

After looking at the hand model for 10 minutes, Yang Xiu moved her position in confusion, stretched out her left hand, and slowly held it downwards, making a gesture of holding something.

Just like a hand model.

Yang Xiu's confusion became more and more intense, and she kept comparing the computer with her own hands. Finally, she hugged her head with her hands and muttered to herself in a low voice, "When did it happen, when did it happen?" Things, when did I see you, when, when..."

Suddenly jumped up like crazy, pulled out a roll of white paper and spread it on the ground, the hand holding the pen kept shaking, and quickly began to mark and write on the white paper.

From the first execution of the mission, every mission, execution location, execution case, and whether there is a rescue target, I wrote madly for more than an hour. The white paper was densely packed with small characters similar to sesame seeds. Visibly swollen.

Finally finished writing, Yang Xiu sat cross-legged on the ground, looked over one by one, and recalled without missing a single word.

She has been working as a back boxer since she entered T5, for three whole years, from the formation of T5 to the disbandment of T5, no holidays, no rest days, she ate and slept with the box containing the compressed explosive bombs, and did not untie the box for three years. Root sensor nano-rope, even the clothes he wears are specially made. In those three years, he performed countless missions and saved countless people. Group T rules, don’t ask the source, don’t investigate the root cause, don’t know where to go when you go, don’t know where to save people who to save.

Most of the people who need to be rescued are in the same state. Miserable, desolate, helpless, terrified, or even separated from their limbs. When the T team is about to be dispatched, they are all extremely miserable or extremely incomprehensible Every time the hostages are rescued, it is thrilling. Who and what they look like are never in the scope of Yang Xiu's concern. Therefore, she can't remember when, where, whether she rescued or not. Xu Zhen?

Was Xu Zhen once one of those miserable lives? Was he, or wasn't he?What happened to her?

Yang Xiu felt that she was going crazy.

The fire was burning in her heart, so Yang Xiu had to stretch out her red and swollen fingers to press down on the paper, to restrain her wandering gaze, and as her fingers passed one by one, the people or scenes in her memory were displayed according to the degree of familiarity. Recalling it bit by bit, until after recalling for more than half an hour, all the past began to repeat like running water, Yang Xiu was suddenly startled, and raised her arm a little confused.

She remembered when she had seen Xu Zhen.

The woman who was strapped with twelve chain bombs.

She, Yang Xiu, on her 20th birthday, performed her first rescue mission and rescued the first person.

Once, this memory was vivid, until after countless tasks were poured down, it gradually became numb and gradually forgotten.

In an instant, all the memories came back, and it seemed that he could still remember the figure who was tied to the seat in embarrassment and fragility.

Although she was shaking all over, she could calmly explain the installation sequence of each penis on her body, and calmly repeat every sentence she heard when she was tied up. Compared with her, the mute beside her at that time was even more immature, even Once called the wrong code, called the first name.

That was the first time she saved someone. She still remembers being curious about that woman at that time. She once asked the captain with a bald head, why was that woman kidnapped?

What did Baldhead say?

Said it was because of money, the father kidnapped his daughter.

"Can't a daughter's money be used as a father? Why is it so ugly to be kidnapped?"

"The man was kicked out of the house and has no money."

"why?"

"Yang Pingan, why do you have so many questions!"

"Captain, can you just let me know the whole set? This is so commemorative. This is the first time I have saved someone in my life."

At that time, the captain with a bald head was in charge of the entire operation, so the investigation was very clear. Yang Xiu couldn't stand it, so he told her. After listening, Yang Xiu subjectively no longer wanted to remember this matter, and never mentioned.

"The man was caught trying to rape his daughter when she was 12, and he was kicked out of the house."

"..."

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TNT Note 10: The author's style, there will be stories in the future with a name. Zhang Shutong is a very special character, and there will be a very important story about her in the future. To be honest, although I think the plot is reasonable, but When I thought about dinner, I was still a little flustered. If I really wrote it like that, I would be too cruel to the protagonists (A Zhen) (it’s not strong.. Don’t make it into this..), this plot will appear In the final volume, do a questionnaire survey before writing it when the time comes, don’t let me finish writing and you will trample me to death.

TNT Note 11: About Xu Zhen's father, the second sentence of the outline is this episode, he will appear in the middle and later stages, you hate Li Xiansen so much now, what will you do in the future.

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It's three o'clock, everyone, even if you came to chase me down, I won't write tonight. This chapter is also quite worrying...