"What's the show?"
Prime Minister Turtle looked up in shock.
Ye Qingli smiled slightly.
"kill!"
After saying that, she quickly took off the man in black's coat.
Then, he took off the mask on his face, revealing an ordinary face that looked very ordinary.
It's the kind of thing you can never find if you throw it in a crowd.
Ye Qingli touched her nose.
It seems that the people selected by this organization seem to be very similar to my own style.
This kind of killer who engages in secret work does not need any extraordinary appearance, only a popular face is the most suitable.
She quickly took out a bunch of bottles and cans from her arms, and then wiped them on her face.
Prime Minister Turtle looked at her dumbfounded.
Not long after, Ye Qingli's appearance completely changed!
Becoming exactly like the man in black!
Prime Minister Turtle's eyes widened!
"This...is not an illusion!"
"This is called disguise."
Ye Qingli curled his lips.
"Okay, now it's time for you to take action."
"How do we do it?"
Prime Minister Turtle looked up in shock.
"Of course... chop me with a knife!"
Ye Qingli handed a knife into its hand.
"Now, come after me!"
After saying that, she made a cut on her shoulder.
Then, he rushed outside quickly!
Outside, the sound of fighting at this time has begun to gradually weaken.
Ye Qingli rushed into a pile of dead bodies, then found a place and lay down.
At this time, Prime Minister Turtle had already left with those sea beasts.
Ye Qingli closed her eyes tightly and held her breath.
Hearing a series of footsteps coming from all around.
Obviously, the war is coming to an end.
These people are cleaning the battlefield.
However, each of them is well-trained.
Although they were cleaning the battlefield, no one made a sound.
Just busy and busy.
After a while, the bodies were moved away one by one.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed.
"Captain, it seems... there is still one alive here!"
"Check which team it is."
A majestic voice sounded.
"No. 87...is from the eighth team."
The person responsible for cleaning up the corpse saw Ye Qingli's waist badge.
Suddenly he screamed in surprise.
"There is actually one person from the eighth team who survives!"
Ye Qingli breathed a sigh of relief.
Now that the team is dead.
Then, the possibility of her being recognized is greatly reduced.
Soon, she was carried to the clearing.
Then, someone stuffed pills into her mouth.
Ye Qingli slowly opened his eyes with a confused expression.
"I'm not dead?"
"Of course you're not dead."
Next to her was also a man in black.
However, he should be very young.
"This time, the fighting was really brutal. Your luck is really good."
He sighed and said: "All ten people in your team are dead, and you are the only one left."
"Thank you. Did you save me?"
Ye Qingli sat up.
"How may I call you?"
"Just call me No. 975."
When the young man saw Ye Qingli sitting up, he was startled and said politely.
Ye Qingli touched her nose.
She always felt that this young man respected her very much.
It seems that they arrange seats internally according to numbers?
From this point of view, this No. 87 seems to have a fairly high status.
"Just now, it was our captain who asked me to rescue you. However, he has already gone ahead to hunt down those sea beasts."
The boy said excitedly.
"We are staying here to break up the rear. Why don't I take you to see the commander first?"
