"What, have you returned?" Ning Feng'er's eyes widened when she heard this, and she blurted out and said, "I said one-eyed, you are really unorganized and undisciplined, and you don't have to grab credit like this. It's so dangerous for you to go back alone. What if the other party has a plan and designs you again, what should you do? If you think you should go back at that time, you have to discuss it with me no matter what. It's too dangerous for you to go back alone!"

He said "grabbing credit for credit", but Ning Feng'er was actually really worried about Zhang Fengmo's safety. After all, with the group of people's style of doing things without leaks, it is very likely to continue to make a fuss with those corpses. Han Xier's corpses can be made in a game, and those people's corpses can also be made in a game. Ning Feng'er was afraid of Zhang Fengmo's reckless behavior, and on the other hand, she was also surprised at why Zhang Fengmo had to turn back alone. The risk of this action was too great.

Long Junchen did not have so many concerns about Ning Feng'er. I don't know if it was out of absolute trust in Zhang Fengmo's strength or an instinctive absurdity. He thought that it would be unreliable if these forces could continue to do things with tricks. The opponent would not have so much leisure and leisure, and it would have dramatically made a very simple thing so complicated.

Long Junchen didn't say a word, just pursed his lips and listened quietly to the conversation between the two subordinates, carefully pondering the smell. Slowly, something very strange appeared in his mind, which happened more than ten years ago, but I don't know if it was related to this matter.

While thinking, he looked at his one-eyed subordinate carefully. He swept Zhang Fengmo's one-eyed eyes to his thighs and slowly saw something quite interesting. Zhang Fengmo's body's center of gravity is always forward, his shoulders and back are always tense, and his whole body is like a javelin anytime and anywhere. The one-eyed gaze is full of vigilance, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and his upper eyelids are very different from ordinary people - it seems like a knife carving an axe, with almost no curve, like a sharp rough line. When he smiled that way, his eyes were pressed down by the special eyelids, as if he had just drunk blood. Long Junchen liked this cruel smile very much, and nodded slightly to listen to Zhang Fengmo's report with great help.

"Ning Feng'er, don't be so excited. I've been in MI6 for so long and I'm still doing things with a proper sense. This time I went back, it wasn't that I was reckless, but that I felt unwilling to accept it. How could these people be so clear about our whereabouts, and analyze every step of ours thoroughly. Just one move will make our clue we are looking for inexplicably broken. I'm really unwilling to accept it. So, after parting with you, I decided to take the risk to go back and see if I could find any clues." Zhang Fengmo's body was still tense, and his serious face became colder due to gloom, and his fists were slightly clenched. Obviously, this one-eyed general who likes to kill for many years did not like this feeling of powerlessness and nowhere to be used.

Ning Feng'er frowned. Seeing that Zhang Fengmo had no intention of repentance, her mouth stubbornly wriggled, and wanted to continue reminding Zhang Fengmo, making him realize his reckless behavior, but was stopped by Long Junchen on the sickbed with a light cough. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and sent out three faint words from his throat tube, "Continue."

Ning Feng'er had to pursed her lips in disappointment when she heard the Grand Supervisor's speech. The ostentatious eyebrow caught Long Junchen's tightening Han Mei and his concentration that he didn't dare to miss out. Finally, she withdrew the words that had been brewing to his throat. Seeing that Ning Feng'er didn't continue to say anything, Zhang Feng'er bowed slightly as if he was receiving an order, and his body leaned forward a little. He continued in a cold voice: "This time, I've been betting right for me. The opponent may have really not expected that we would kill again. When I arrived at that battlefield, the blood on the ground was still there.

I didn't completely fucked, and there was no suspicious breath around me. I carefully checked the surroundings again and confirmed that the other party had no backup. I took a few close-ups of the face, chest, thighs, and several exposed skins of the corpses in the shortest time, and then took blood samples from two of them. The time was limited, so I didn't dare to stay there for a long time, so I only took two photos. I put them in the file bag and I didn't bring the blood samples. It was almost like that. I followed the command of the Grand Governor."

Long Junchen tapped his chin and a hint of praise appeared in his eyes. Under such circumstances, he could complete the basic work of corpse examination calmly, which not only required courage, but also comprehensive ability. It is impossible to do things like autopsy and blood samples without professional training. Long Junchen looked at Zhang Fengmo again, and couldn't help but secretly admire him. The Sixth Department of MI6 is indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. Although Zhang Fengmo usually fights and kills, his mind is very delicate. Even these things are familiar with their chests, thick and thin, which is really useful.

He simply evaluated Zhang Fengmo's retaliation behavior in his heart. He thrust at the file bag. Ning Fenger understood and put on a pair of transparent gloves, opened the file bag, and carefully took out the photo she placed inside.

Long Junchen asked Ning Feng'er to take the photo closer, and with the help of Zhang Fengmo, he sat up straight with difficulty, calmed down, and began to carefully examine the content of the picture.

There was a pool of flowing blood on the ground. The blood was black, a bit like being contaminated by ink.

The people who fell to the ground had pale faces, but their lips were terrifyingly red. The corners of their mouths twitched, and their eyes burst out from their bodies, leaving only two eye sockets and a pool of blood. The blood was flowing out, as if it was confirmed that the dead people's eyes were like mirrors, which could see through the way of the yellow spring, reflecting the black and white of right and wrong. However, if they were blind, they could no longer see the murderer who killed them. These people were tragic in death, like leaking bottles, and the pores in various parts of their bodies were constantly oozing out of them. The blood was black, very sticky, and looked particularly terrifying.
Chapter completed!