Admiral Aaron is dead.

The second leader of Satan's Wings, the highest commander in the actual sense, was unable to walk out of the Huaxia Airport alive.

This is the highest-level general who died after hell went to war with the dark world.

Such a blow is not bad.

Perhaps, as Su Rui said, next, the strategy of hell may turn into a state of full contraction.

"Ge Silin!"

Su Rui didn't bother to insert the sword back into the scabbard and ran directly to Ge Silin. The latter had just been knocked out and rolled over ten meters on the ground before stopping.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Ge Silin smiled, but took a breath and couldn't help but frown.

Indeed, her right shoulder was damaged one after another, and she probably had severe bone fractures.

Aaron's heavy punch is extraordinary, and fortunately Ge Silin has the talent of golden blood. If it were other ordinary masters, they would have been beaten to death with one punch.

Looking at Ge Silin's appearance, Su Rui felt extremely distressed, hugged her in his arms, and said, "I'm late, it's all my fault..."

In fact, according to Su Wuxian's judgment, even if Su Rui doesn't come here, Ge Silin may not lose, and she may not even suffer such a serious injury.

"Do you still hate me?" Ge Silin lay in Su Rui's arms, looking at Su Rui's side face, feeling that she wanted to put aside all the worries in the world and want to forget everything.

She wants to make this moment forever.

"Why do I hate you? I have never hated you." Su Rui felt that Ge Silin's eyes were extremely clear and gentle at this time, and could simply melt everything: "The word 'hate' is so heavy, how could I use it on you?"

"Have you really never hated me?" Ge Silin asked again.

"Never." Su Rui felt that Ge Silin was so cute at this time. The little princess who didn't have to bear those burdens seemed to have returned to the carefree state she used to be. So he said softly: "Don't forget that in our relationship, you can find me to solve any problems you encounter, and you don't have to hide your difficulties in your heart."

Ge Silin endured the pain and instinctively pouted her lips, as if she was acting coquettish: "Okay, then tell me, what is the relationship between us?"

What is our relationship?

Is this a question given or a question given?

Friendship?

Lovers relationship?

Comrade-in-arms relationship?

It seems that no answer is accurate.

Looking at Ge Silin's red lips and her moving eyes, Su Rui felt that the questions raised by the other party did not need to be answered in words.

Well, just do it yourself.

Domineering CEO Su Xiaoshou is online!

So Su Rui lowered his head and kissed Ge Silin's lips.

Long-lost red lips.

Once upon a time, the two were already kissed in a difficult way when they were besieged by the sea god Poseidon, Hadith, and Ares, the god of war. Now, the scenes are a little blurred, but time can never wash away the background of these pictures. Just like some people, once they meet, they will never miss it again.

Su Rui kissed her and wanted to raise her head, but she didn't expect that Ge Silin's arms had already tightly wrapped around his neck. At the same time, the little princess also brought Su Rui the warmest response.

When you meet the opponent, you are hard to part with.

“There are all, turn back.”

Su Zhanhuang whispered an order through the communicator.

So, the soldiers turned around, looking at their noses and their hearts.

As for the snipers on the second floor, they could see clearly the details of Su Rui and Ge Silin's kiss through the scope. When they heard Su Zhanhuang's order, they could only turn around reluctantly.

The emotions after victory are always the most sincere and touching, right?

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"Huaxia has a very tough attitude. Your Highness, I have not been able to complete the task." Gattuso said: "I think we can already observe silence for General Aaron."

At this time, he was standing in a hotel room making a phone call, but his figure was not relaxed, but instead stood straight.

Obviously, the "Your Highness" on the other end of the phone brought some pressure to him.

Oliogis.

"General Gattuso, this is the most painful defeat in hell in a century, no, right?" A faint voice came from the phone, as if it was not filled with any emotion.

"Yes, the most painful defeat in a century." Gattusos silently: "It was our inadequate consideration that led to such a result."

"The last time hell failed like this was in the United States more than a hundred years ago." Oliogis said: "And this time, this fallen into China."

History is always surprisingly similar.

A hundred years ago, a American who brought heavy damage to hell soared into the sky after that battle.

Although Gattuso has not experienced those history personally, he is very familiar with the past. The humiliation he has experienced in the United States is a compulsory course for every member of hell.

In the words of the top leaders of hell, only by knowing where you have lost can you better avoid failure.

This organization never minds revealing its scars and exposing them to everyone.

Gattuso is familiar with history and naturally knows what this failure represents. He nodded with a serious expression: "Your Highness, in fact, this time is different from the US defeat a hundred years ago. I have used my greatest sincerity to fight for negotiations and even built a hub capital. However, the Chinese side was unmoved at all, so we could not rescue General Aaron at all... In order to avoid greater sacrifice, we can only..."

Before Gattuso finished speaking, he was interrupted by Oliogis, and the latter's tone seemed to rise octave: "In order to avoid greater sacrifice, you have to sit and wait for the news of death to keep coming?"

Gattuso did not follow the other party this time. He said in a deep voice: "There has been a net of heaven and earth on China, and we are waiting for us to go to the net of hell. According to the information we have mastered in advance, no matter how many people we sent, it will be a result of going but not returning. Even if I go, the result will be exactly the same."

Oliogis was silent after hearing this, and then said, "General Gattuso, you have changed."

"No, Your Highness, I have not changed, I have never changed." Gattuso's expression frightened and he immediately denied it.

"You have become lost in courage," said Oliogis. "You have now put the collective glory of hell aside, but you are better at it. You are the egoism in your bones."

"Your Highness, you know, I'm not such a person." Gattuso said: "It is because of his heart that I want to avoid greater casualties. I have never been selfish."

"I let the Hell Legion and Satan's Wings check and balance each other, but I didn't let you, Gattuso, send Aaron to the guillotine!" Oliogis suddenly became much more excited.

It seems that his plain tone before was the tranquility before the storm.

And what this tranquility fosters an unprecedented terrifying storm.

"Your Highness, whether you believe it or not, I am for hell." Gattuso said, his tone did not change at all.

However, when he said this, he narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be a dangerous light flowing through his eyes.

"You keep saying that you are for hell, but you sweep the dignity of hell. This is not what a qualified hell admiral should do." Oliogis said: "Admiral Gattuso, I hope you can remind yourself to this all the time."

His tone was not as high as before, and he seemed to have returned to calm.

As for what Oliogis thinks deep down, I'm afraid no one knows.

"Your Highness, if you always think so, then my defense will be meaningless. I don't want to see General Aaron die like this, never want to." Gattuso paused and said in a very calm tone: "Crazy will lead to the final destruction, and calmness will take people away from the mouth of the devil."

Oliogis' tone suddenly brought a stern voice: "Crazy will lead to the final destruction, and calmness will lead people away from the mouth of the devil. This is the first motto of the Lemoria family. Gattuso, what do you want to do if you say this sentence?"

Lemoria family!

"Your Highness, this is what your ancestors left behind. I think it is very suitable for this time." Gattuso seemed to have no sense of the coldness on the other end of the phone, and still said lightly: "For hell, please calm down."

After a long silence, Oliogis spoke: "Lemoria has been depressed for too long. After a long time, he only knew that there was Atlantis, but he didn't know that there was Lemoria."

Gattuso seemed to see something expanding through his cell phone, and that kind of thing was called... ambition.

"Your Highness, no matter what, hell is hell, and Lemoria is Lemoria. Please do not confuse the two." Gattuso said again.

"No, there would be no hell without Lemoria." Oliogis said, "And, my admiral, I don't like you talking to me in such a tone."

"Your Highness, I mean, hell must turn to a full contraction, and for the continuation of this organization, we have to do so." Gattuso said, "I hope your Highness can think twice before doing it."

After pausing, he said in the most sincere and helpless tone: "If, if His Highness insists on tying Hell and Lemoria to the same chariot, then... I have no other way, I can only do it with all my strength."

"I never doubt your loyalty to Hell, Mr. Admiral." Oliogis said: "Lemoria can no longer sink, and hell is the same."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Gatuso's reply.

Gattuso threw his phone aside and looked out the window with a flash of splendor in his eyes: "The Lemoria civilization should have disappeared in time. Just because you saw the glory of Atlantis' possible revival, are you impatient to appear before the world again?"

Speaking of this, Gattuso shook his head gently: "I'm sorry, I think I've seen your ending."

After talking to himself, Gatuso remained silent for half an hour and dialed another number.
Chapter completed!