Chapter 1516

Execution ground? What's the situation?

Ling Yun was confused, inexplicable,

When she wanted to ask clearly, Lin Feng had already gone downstairs.

That's right, Ghost Sorrow's secretary called to notify him to go to the Chief's office to receive merit rewards.

Eliminating more than twenty elite mercenaries in one operation,

Stifling danger in the cradle, without causing the slightest harm to the city and the people.

And capturing the K2 Southeast Asia leader Orca alive, as well as his assistant Viper.

Enabling relevant departments to have a deeper and more detailed understanding of K2.

So the Theater Command Party Committee approved that the personnel from Dragon Flame who participated would be awarded a collective First-Class Merit.

Dragon Soul, except for Zhuang Yan, is awarded an individual First-Class Merit (compensation for killing the small fry).

The others are awarded an individual Third-Class Merit, including Ma Dafeng.

Logically speaking: receiving war merit should be a happy and celebratory thing.

However, Lin Feng had a feeling of unease.

Because he had to go to Ghost Sorrow's office to receive it; may I ask if that's sensitive?

One-forty in the afternoon,

Theater Command Headquarters, in front of Lin Zhengyuan's office door.

Lin Feng straightened his military appearance, "Report,"

"Come in."

Getting permission, he pushed the door and entered.

The next second, seeing Lin Zhengyuan sitting on the sofa and looking at Lin Feng, it immediately made him feel heart-pounding.

Killing intent, what are you doing, Chief?

"Chief, what kind of kung fu are you practicing? It feels very lethal!"

"Hmph, do you think I don't know what kind of kung fu I'm practicing?"

Lin Zhengyuan sneered, and didn't give Lin Feng a chance to 'make jokes'.

"Sit, I'll pour you water myself."

"Now your wings are hard, and you can do business directly with Minister Wang."

"So I have to be humble and flatter you!"

Lin Zhengyuan stood up and went to pour water himself.

Lin Feng sat, but felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Damn it, the problem is serious; is it too late to run now?

The next second, Lin Zhengyuan came back with water, still with a fake smile on his face.

"Drink water,"

Lin Feng looked at the cup; how can one drink boiling water?

"Report to the Chief, I'm not thirsty."

"I poured it myself, you won't give me face?"

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Chief, have you always been flattering people like this?"

Heh, being able to joke now, the mentality is worth affirming!

However, immediately after, Lin Zhengyuan changed to an 'angry Vajra' expression.

"You won't drink, right?"

"Fine, then I'll talk to you about it."

"For a Nuwa Commando, forty billion US dollars are gone."

"I just ask what you have in your head?"

"Is it paste, or was it squeezed by the door?"

"Six girls, unit price nearly seven hundred million US dollars; even if they were cast in gold, they wouldn't be worth it, right?"

"Of course, I know you only like 'beauties', and that's your only flaw."

"But have I managed it? Have I asked?"

"Look at your home, three mahjong tables aren't enough, right?"

"Taking a step back: the Theater Command's direct art troupe, the art troupes under each group army,"

"The Theater Command's general hospital, the hospitals directly under each group army, etc."

"Tens of thousands of girls, aren't they enough for you to pick and flirt with?"

"You had to use forty billion US dollars to exchange for a Nuwa Commando."

"Did you file a report?"

"Did you ask if I agreed?"

"What's the matter, have I become a display piece now?"

"How about this, you sit in my position?"

"Hmph, you want girls, I want money!"

"....."

Half an hour later, Lin Feng left the headquarters.

At this moment, he felt the sunshine was exceptionally beautiful, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

Without a doubt, this time he was 'sprayed' for a full half hour.

The spit on his face hadn't even dried yet.

In short, just two words: too difficult, too difficult, too difficult!

"Deserving of being Ghost Sorrow, truly terrifying!"

While slandering, Lin Feng became unhappy again, or rather, exceptionally depressed.

"Minister Wang said he would block the gun, is this how he blocks it?"

"Hmph, I can't believe him anymore, because he couldn't block Ghost Sorrow's firepower output."

"Being able to survive this time is purely lucky."

"There can't be a next time, otherwise I will definitely be drowned by spit!"

Terrifying, heart-tired, uncomfortable.

Being able to escape the sea of suffering now is because he made promises and guarantees.

In the next half year, he has to get a capture of no less than eighty billion US dollars.

So the pressure is huge, and he must block Ghost Sorrow's gun barrel.

Otherwise, new and old accounts will be settled together, and future days will be difficult!

"No, the suffering I endured, I must find Old Man Wang to ask for some compensation to make it worth it."

Lin Feng has never done loss-making business.

While driving home, he was calculating what to ask for to make it worth it.

Hmm, you ask why I'm not returning to the base?

Why go back? Haven't I been sprayed enough to be depressed?

A half-hour of soul-searching and spit; how many people can endure that?

As for it being self-inflicted?

Asking for compensation, is it more appropriate to ask the Nuwa members?

Nonsense, Old Man Wang promised to block the gun, but didn't block it in the end!

Furthermore, what could the Nuwa members have?

Except for Deputy Captain Tan Yamin, the looks of the other girls don't fit Lin's aesthetic...

Two-thirty in the afternoon, Lin Feng arrived home.

However, the house was cold and quiet, and even the nanny wasn't there.

"Hey, Xintong baby, where did you two go?"

"Shopping with your sister-in-law?"

"Oh, then it's fine, I'll stay for a while and wait for you to come back."

"Okay, okay, I'll cook for you myself!"