Lazy God Possession

Qingyang University, No. 2 Teaching Building, Database Principle Course, Nan Ming, Su Hongyi and Han Dong are lying lazily in the back row, Nan Ming is sleeping, Su Hongyi is holding the book "Decrypting the Most Dangerous Mercenary in the World" What I saw was fascinated. When I got excited, I couldn't help but shoot the table. * xshuo

Han Dong was also lying on his back. He was awakened at the moment, and he wasn't very angry: "I still can't let people sleep, can you be quiet!"

Today is Saturday. In the previous two days, in order to help Nanming install supercomputing, the courses of the entire Jixin Institute were all messed up, and Saturday began to make up for the missing class hours.

This **** is too much for skipping classes. Come and brush your face now. This trio of skipping classes is about to be killed by your classmates. If you do n’t come again, you may be expelled from class. Already.

Suddenly, Han Dong felt very quiet around him, and felt wrong, looked up, and suddenly stared.

Liu Nanchuan was standing beside them, watching the three of them.

With a smile on his face, Liu Nanchuan was so enthusiastic that he could melt the glacier. Sitting on an empty table in front of the two of them, he smiled and asked, "What are you looking at? You look so seriously? Whoops, I said that. I ca n’t use it. "

Joke, let the people who can assemble supercomputers in a day to take the basics of database principles?

Isn't this a waste of time?

As for what they said before to get them involved, that's not to mention.

In fact, Liu Nanchuan was begging these three people, no matter who they were, to be his students.

Su Hongyi smiled, grabbed his head, turned it over and showed Liu Nanchuan the cover. Liu Nanchuan took it and turned it over, and said, "Well, this romance is too powerful, this mercenary is so powerful, still What do you want the regular army to do? It is presumed to have passed on to you. "

"Who knows. Anyway, it's too far away from us, this life is impossible to meet." Su Hongyi smiled.

Just then. The buzzing sound of the cell phone rang, and Nan Ming picked up the phone and lowered his voice, "Hey, I'm in class, what do you call me? It will be miserable for the teacher to hear it."

Liu Nanchuan sat beside Nanming silently, looking at the sleepy-eyed Nanming, I am here, Master Nanda!

"What? Racing? No interest, I don't want to be pitted by you anymore." Nan Ming refused directly.

"You said it wasn't your car, was it a drift race? Will it be great?" Nan Ming hesitated.

For Nanming now. Replenishing energy is eclectic and can have novel experiences. It is also a way to replenish energy.

So Nanming was a little emotional.

The call was from the bear child Lu Rongluo. Today is Saturday. Lu Rongluo is not in class. He just wanted to call Nanming to watch the drift race.

In another city less than one hundred kilometers east of Qingyang, there is an international circuit, and today there will be an international drift race in China.

"Okay, come and pick me up." Nan Ming hung up the phone and started turning his head. I want to ask a teacher for leave.

"Go, go, go and have fun!" Liu Nanchuan stood up quickly. Attentive like an old woman.

Not long after, Lu Rongrong drove to Qingyang University, accompanied by another bear child, He Cunping.

Lu Rongrong has just returned to China and has no friends of the same age. He has a good relationship with He Cunping.

This time Lu Rongrong did not drive his red BMW anymore. He drove an ordinary black private car. Nanming jumped into the car and the car had not started yet. One person pulled away the co-pilot and sat up. It is Zhao Fengfeng.

Zhao Feng could not rest assured that the two bear children took Nanming out.

So when Qing Linqiu called Nanming, Nanming's answer was: "Ah. I'm not in school, I'm in the racing circuit, come on!"

Qing Lin Qiu's eyes widened, Nan Ming will also go to watch the car? Unlike his style, if it was Chen Haocong's kid, he would definitely like it.

But he said to the driver, "Go to the International Circuit."

...

Joe McGoth sat in the back of the car and watched this huge, slightly messy city.

As he looked, he was thinking.

McGraw is an excellent agent from fbi. Even inside fbi, he has a bright performance.

This time I came to China to hunt down an international drug dealer.

It is said that the drug dealer has appeared in Qingyang once, and the news does not know the truth.

Therefore, he applied to China through Interpol, and the Central Bureau of China approved the application, and then forwarded his application to Qingyang Police for cooperation.

This should have been just an ordinary cross-border business trip, just like the previous dozens of times, to various countries, and then demonstrated his superb expertise, the locals were stunned, gorgeously arrested prisoners, and escorted home.

But this time on the plane, there was a change.

As soon as he boarded the plane, the stewardess invited him to an independent small room under the name of inspection. A man in the captain's uniform was waiting for him. The first word to see him was.

"Mr. McGregor, have you applied for cia?"

"It's been a few decades ago." McGonagall was a proud man. Since being rejected by cia, he hasn't continued to apply anymore.

"Just apply, you're recruited now."

McGondon froze. How did this trick change?

The reason why McGonagall is because he is an innocent person without any bad records, but law enforcement at fbi throughout the year, so that he has sufficient discipline and execution, is the most suitable candidate.

And McGonagall's application was called a few weeks ago, which is not easy to suspect.

Recruiting such a person is the best option when it is difficult for professional spies to penetrate.

"Why?" McGonagall was a little upset.

"Because you are the best. Even if you have achieved these results in cia, you can be ranked in the top five. Working at fbi is a waste of your talent."

"Also because you have a patriotic heart, your country needs you now."

Then, when getting off the plane, McGonagall had changed from McGonaga of fbi to McGonaga of cia.

His first task has also changed from catching drug dealers to hunting down a person who does not know his identity and carries a peculiar procedure comparable to the eye of God.

"This kind of thing, I can't do it alone," McGonagall said.

"Of course, we will try to give you some help. In addition, you also have some helpers. A few years ago, a team once snatched an important target from us. They should have been charged with leaking secrets and treason, and I helped They pleaded guilty, they owe me a favor, this team is the best, and now they are participating in a car track race. "

"This is an……"

"The racing team, or the underground racing team once, is now transforming into formal racing."

McGonagale stared. "What's the use of such a team?"

"This team has computer experts, mechanics, transportation and the best drivers in the world. Each of them is the best gunman. The target that was snatched by them last time is the leader of a terrorist organization. . Would you say that such a team is useless? "

The captain handed Mago a small badge: "Take this, show it to any of them, and then convince them."

"But be careful, the Chinese are cunning." Finally, the captain warned him.

"It's just a group of yellow-skinned monkeys." McGonig sneered.

His impression of China is ignorance and backwardness, and in several exchanges with the Chinese police ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, he even has the impression that the Chinese police have fallen behind in equipment, poor quality and lack of professional knowledge.

"Hope they obey my order, don't hold back." That's what McGoth thought. "At least they know how to obey."

Qingyang Police attaches great importance to this cross-country pursuit of McGregor. They also reported to the hall and mobilized several of the best police officers, including Chen Wei.

The idea of ​​Qingyang Police is very simple, that is, you cannot lose people, let alone throw them internationally.

On Saturday morning, Chen Wei drove to Qingyang, met with He Shan, and went to receive McGonagall with several other excellent policemen to cooperate with his hunting task.

For the Qingyang police, being able to catch the international drug dealer is also a big deal.

When Chen Wei and others saw McGonagall, their first impression was: Bald Eagle.

He is 6 feet 5 inches (1.93 meters) tall, with short, straight white hair, thick lines, and sharp eyes. He is a rare middle-aged man in the West who does not have a top.