The smoke of the battlefield dissipated, the soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, a group of scientific researchers in white coats were directing the cutting of the wreckage of the white ghost giant, and everything returned to peace.
Fang Ming accepted a large amount of military supplies donated by the military base with peace of mind, including various types of firearms and artillery, and most importantly, a batch of military drones, which he would give to the maids to play with when he returned to the manor.
My Battle Maid Army at the end? That's kind of cool.
The golden shuttle slowly rose into the air, flew away in an instant, and disappeared into the fog.
"I'm heading north~leaving the season with you~"
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"I hear the moving music in your heart..."
I sang the playlist in my memory over and over again, and finally saw the crazy and fierce battle on the outer defense line of the safe zone in the cockpit.
The legionnaires and law enforcement officers on the front line formed a firepower defense line and shot the hordes of zombies like sieves.
The snipers in the rear were targeting the mutated zombies, and occasionally there were sounds of artillery explosions.
Do we need the law enforcement team to support us here? I see that the pressure on the defense line of the safe zone is almost reaching the critical point.
What does it have to do with him, an ordinary person?
A golden fighter plane swooped down from the horizon, bringing with it a gust of wind. A huge shadow shrouded the group of zombies that had rushed to the defense line. The invisible shadow dragged tons of zombies into the shadow quagmire.
Shadow tentacles twisted up from the ground, harvesting the roaring mutated zombies in the zombie crowd.
Under the shocked gaze of the soldiers, the golden fighter plane flew low, leaving behind a field of zombie wreckage.
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It was nearly seven in the evening when we returned to the safe zone. The summer evening was casting its last rays of light. The atmosphere in the safe zone seemed a little strange. People on the road had panic-stricken expressions on their faces, and they kept lowering their heads and whispering to each other.
There were obviously fewer law enforcement teams patrolling the streets, and each of them was equipped with real guns and looked alert.
In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the entrance of the office building, and staff members in groups of two or three were preparing to leave work with a tired look on their faces.
Fang Ming went upstairs as if no one was around. The door to the minister's office was closed. His body turned into a shadow and slipped in through the gap in the door.
There were piles of documents on the desk, and the owner of the sitting chair was no longer there.
get off work?
In the tea area on the other side, a half cup of cooled black tea was placed on the coffee table. On the mahogany sofa, a beautiful woman with a tired look on her face was leaning there, her sleeping face was like a painting.
The suit jacket was hanging on one side. Lin Ruolan placed her hands on the armrests of the sofa with her head leaning on them. She slept very peacefully in this position.
Fang Ming walked closer and looked at Minister Lin, who was quiet and elegant at the moment.
She was wearing a white shirt made of expensive fabric with one button undone, revealing her elegant collarbone, which made her neck look even more slender.
Her flawless facial features are extremely delicate and beautiful without much modification. Perhaps it is a professional habit, as even in her sleep, her brows are slightly furrowed, revealing an imposing and serious temperament.
Fang Ming felt this serious temperament, as if he was back in junior high school before he dropped out of school. The head teacher who had just graduated always stared at him with a frown, asking him why he didn't hand in his homework.
The uneasy mood while standing in the office and the serious questioning expression of my homeroom teacher gradually faded away in my memory of dropping out of school and working. I can't even remember what she looked like.
Looking back now, I was just a young and ignorant boy trying to attract the teacher's attention.
The sleeping Lin Ruolan in front of him moved subconsciously in her sleep, and her white shirt rose and fell slightly with her breathing. Although not as exaggerated as Lu Wan's, it was enough to make people think about it.
There was a lady's belt tied around the waist, and the suit trousers felt silky and of excellent texture.
Looking down, the feet under the white stockings are slender, and the toes are unconsciously slightly raised, like a tall beauty standing.
Fang Ming slowly leaned down, his hand following the gaze back, his fingertips gently falling on the red lips, feeling the air flow from her breath at the tip of her nose, warm and slightly itchy.
Lin Ruolan seemed to have noticed something, but before he could fully regain consciousness, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself,
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