Kuiba Longming

Long Ming squatted at the door of the cell, smoking the cigarettes that his younger brother bribed the prison guards one after another. He stayed in the prison for two or three days. The decadent and irritable super agent now looks like a mafia boss.

Especially with the stubble on his face and the bloodshot eyes, when he glanced at this face through the fuzzy smoke, he felt chills behind him, so strong that the prison guards dare not look at him every time they open the door, and they are silent in their hearts. Think this creature shouldn't be in a high-risk prison?Locked in an ordinary containment area, everyone from the prisoners to the prison guards was in fear, for fear that this guy would slap himself to death if he got upset.

After only three or four days, the whole prison area is looking forward to when this great plague god can leave as soon as possible.

Long Ming crushed a finished cigarette on the wall, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

The prison door opened suddenly, and a pair of polished leather shoes fell in front of him. He looked up and saw the cold face of the director general of the Asian Federation. Long Ming lit another cigarette, and before he put it to his mouth, he was taken away. "Smoking is prohibited in prisons."

Long Ming stood up slowly, leaned against the wall and looked at Jiang Huang, "What are you doing here again?"

"Look at how you're doing, you're not bad?" The chief took off his white gloves and stuffed them into his coat pocket.

Long Ming stared at a pair of tired eyes and said nothing, the director sat down on the chair as usual, "Isn't it uncomfortable not to eat? A hunger strike will prolong the sentence."

"Do you really want me to stay in prison for a while longer?" Long Ming caught a trace of unusualness in Yalian's behavior.

"This is a malicious speculation, you want to slander the Asian Union?" the director asked calmly.

"..." Long Ming didn't speak again.

The chief executive looked at him with a smile on his face, but didn't make any sound.

The prison guard guarding the door peeked in through the viewing port, and saw two people inside looking at each other "with affection". After watching for more than ten seconds, neither of them moved. He felt bored and retracted his head.

After staring at each other for a while, the director's gaze moved down first, and Long Ming moved his back away from the wall, impatiently wanting to fumble for a cigarette again.

The chief executive stood up and walked over, Long Ming thought he was finally leaving.

As a result, the chief executive walked up to him, stretched out his hand and pulled the collar around his neck, Long Ming's eyes were full of hostility, his face was ferocious and irritable like a beast being strangled by its weakness, and he remained silent in anger.

The director general glanced at the wound on Kuiba's neck lightly, then turned and left.

Ten minutes later, Long Ming changed into a set of shackles, and his neck and wrists were handcuffed. The prison guards murmured that it was to prevent self-harm.

It has been a month since Long Ming was imprisoned

The general manager arrived in the office early in the morning to water the flowers, make a pot of tea, and then sat down on the leather chair with a calm expression and flipped through the report.

Milia pushed the door open in her usual style, dragging a box in her hand.

"What's this?" Jiang Huang raised his chin and glanced down at the black box.

"Chips..." Miria lifted the box and slowly put it on the table. Once the data lock was unlocked, the lid of the box slowly opened in front of the chief executive.

An ancient sword more than three feet long was placed in the box. The blade had been covered by rust for most of the time, but there was still a cold breath coming towards him.

Jiang Huang frowned slightly, "The chips?"

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Why should I care so much about him?

Long Ming was imprisoned with nothing to do for a month, and this deliberately ignored question came up from the depths of his mind inescapably.

Zhou Mingyu... looks like a person... a person who has been forgotten for a long time... I don't remember his name or appearance...

If Zhou Mingyu hadn't appeared, then Longming might never have dug this person out of the depths of his memory... A person who was forgotten but could not be forgotten seems to be very important... But the memory of that person is very important... So far away and vague... who is he?What should I call him?what does he look likeI seem to...kill him...

Long Ming felt a stabbing pain in his head that hadn't hurt for a long time, and Long Ming opened his eyes. The dream just now was re-buried in the depths of his memory, and he didn't want to be brought up.

The door of the cell opened, and a man in suits and leather shoes walked in. Long Ming took a look, and this man was very similar to him... Kuiba's head hurt again, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The director didn't notice these details, he put the box brought back by Milia in front of Long Ming.

"You want to dismantle me, put me in a box and throw it into the sea?" Quiba made a rare joke, but the chief didn't laugh. The data lock was already open, and the prison guard closed the door. He pressed the lid and didn't open the box, " Give you something."

Long Ming looked down suspiciously, "..."