"The ninth group of the special high school class?"

A big question mark appeared on the heads of the little fat man and others, as if the teacher and the others had never told him about this.

Old Xu was not very authentic. He didn't tell him anything about such an important thing. He had to go back and put on a small shoe for him another day. The little fat man thought secretly in his heart.

Wu Mengjiao nodded, then explained to the group of people in front of her:

"The ninth group of the Special High School Class is an elite army of the Special High School Class, specializing in some difficult tasks and often appears in the Kuomintang-controlled areas. No one knows their names and appearances.

But their mission success rate is so high. Nine out of ten missions will succeed, and the rest will also die with many people from the National Government."

"So awesome?"

The little fat man went back and leaned on the sofa. It sounded quite awesome. He really wanted to fight with these Japanese to see if the other party was so powerful.

Old Qian, who was standing beside him, also walked up, as if he felt that Wu Mengjiao's explanation was not enough, so he continued:

"Actually, it's not just this. The 9th group of the special high school class is not only there. No one knows how many groups they have, but each of them has received strict training and is the kind of person who will not give up until they achieve their goals.

I believe you should have heard that the military people arrived before you, but they suffered heavy losses.

At this moment, the people in the military tube were not as simple as they imagined, but just over half a month ago, they encountered the ninth group of the Japanese special high school classes and almost lost most of their strength.

So they are so vulgar recently because they are not strong enough, and according to our informant report, they are now dispatching troops from Chongqing, and there seems to be a group of people coming here."

Lao Qian's words made the little fat man feel panicked. Tianjin is a hodgepodge. Things are getting more and more messy, and more and more people are coming.

Is it possible to pour all the old sesame seeds into the pot? I wonder if it will mess up?

He didn't expect that his mission would be so troublesome this time. He thought he was just looking for someone casually and then he would be done after finding it.

But it doesn't seem that simple now. If you haven't found it, you won't tell me. The most important thing is that you don't even have clues now.

"Then how much do you know about the ninth group of the Japanese?"

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle!

Although the little fat man is not considered a military strategist, he still understands some truths. He is not strong at the moment, so he must fully understand the opponent's background.

Tian Qiong, who was standing beside her, stood up, and she seemed to know a lot about this.

"The ninth group of the Japanese special high school class is called the Falcon, which means that even the flying eagles soaring in the sky can be captured.

Although this statement is a bit arrogant, these Japanese do have the capital of arrogance. Not only the people who have recently suffered heavy damage to the military tube, but they have also completed many extremely difficult tasks in North China and Central China.

This time, I was going to let the seventh team of the intelligence department come over because they had fought with the ninth group of the Japanese, and neither side got any benefits from the other side.

But I didn’t expect that the person who came would be you. I should explain it to you..."

What is the ninth group of the Japanese? The little fat man has understood it. His feelings are an excellent spy force.

But the most terrifying thing now is not the ninth group of the Japanese. It should be that the Japanese are afraid of them, because they are the ones hiding the deepest now.

There are many things to deal with when you are in the dark, especially in this case.

After listening to Tian Qiong's explanation, the little fat man nodded and said:

"If it's really like you said, the ninth group of the Japanese still has two tricks, but we once encountered a group of Japanese on the train. They were dressed in ninjas and were also aimed at Qin Fang."

"What, ninja dressing?"

Tian Qiong, Wu Mengjiao and others looked at each other, frowned and said that they were very worried now.

Then Lao Qian scratched his chin and couldn't help asking:

"What happened in the end?"

"What else can it be done? Those people want to catch Qin Fang. We didn't expect that kid would have such great charm and so many people would take action to catch him.

He helped him on the train and solved all the ninjas. In the end, there was a ninja leader who jumped directly from the train, and he didn't know if he was dead."

"What? You actually defeated them head-on?"

Lao Qian looked a little incredible on his face. He never thought that the unreliable people in front of him looked so powerful.

Even Tian Qiong began to examine the fat man in front of him again. He originally thought that the other party had the ability to detect information, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Yes, those people don't look amazing. They all know that they are blind with samurai swords. I'll let someone solve them all."

The little fat man said it lightly, but in Lao Qian and his heart, there were storms.

Wu Mengjiao also looked at the fat man in front of her carefully, and then looked at the eagle with a strange look.

The eagle turned his eyes and touched his nose awkwardly. Of course, he knew why Wu Mengjiao looked at him, but it was just to blame him for not telling her about this.

The eagle was a little unfair. God knows who the Japanese Ninja was at that time? I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I didn’t say it at all.

It doesn't seem like that now.

"Do you know who those Japanese are?"

"The Japanese are just Japanese. Who else can there be? They don't have three heads and eight legs!"

For some reason, Lao Qian admired the little fat man's courage to be fearless, as if he was the biggest except heaven and earth.

Tian Qiong also "liked" the fat man in front of him. This fat man is white and fat and cute, and the most important thing is that he is very capable.

"They should be the tenth group of the Japanese Special High School, Yishe Nin!"

"What the hell? I care what kind of snakes they are, just beat them to death one by one!"

The little fat man is a little messy now. How can this Japanese special high school agent do the same as the special forces soldiers? They have titles one by one. Those who don’t know think it’s a martial arts competition. Major sects have appeared one after another, and major masters have released their numbers...

Well, Tian Qiong felt that it would be useless to explain so much to the little fat man, because this fat man didn't know how to write the word "Fear".

This is indeed the case. He has such qualifications to be able to easily kill the people in the 10th Group of the Japanese Special High School!

Xiao Wen, who was standing beside him, held her chin and looked at them foolishly, and then asked with some complaints:

"Fatty, so many things happened on the train, why don't I know?"

"You're asleep!"
Chapter completed!