It is never for no reason to appreciate a person. There are many shameless people in the world, but Long Xiaoqi is shameless and shameless and has reached his own level.?

In a shameless field, he can attack; he can retreat, defend, both offense and defense, and can advance and retreat freely, and has developed a whole body of incompetence.

Long Xiaoqi still has some way to deal with Mr. Dong. No, I don’t say that I have to marry Monica to him, I won’t be angry, and I won’t be angry, but I laughed. I have to use different methods to deal with different people. Of course, the most important reason for letting Long Xiaoqi come back is what Mr. Dong said.

Too many people can carry coffins, but few people are qualified to carry coffins for Mr. Dong. His special identity is destined to be unable to die in China, and he can only stay in a foreign country forever.

This is not the hero's late twilight, this is desolation.

The Guardian has no traitor, and Long Xiaoqi firmly believes that because Lin Feiyang is not a traitor. Although he became a villain in the end, if Lin Feiyang wanted to betray the country, he would never do such a thing.

Whether it is a villain or a hero, everyone in the Guardian is patriotic from the bottom of their hearts and will never betray them. This is the most basic point and the most demanding point.

"Come to my study, I want to talk to you." Old Dong stood up.

"good."

Long Xiaoqi followed Mr. Dong toward the study.

Mr. Dong’s study is quaint and full of the elegant charm of a literati and poet. But there are more things like Feng Shui here, which can be seen that this is what Mr. Dong likes.

"It's all decoration, it's useless. I actually don't like these either." Old Dong sat on his rattan chair and smiled: "That painting of Zheng Banqiao is fake, and that work of Zhu Da is fake, haha. By the way, do you believe in life?"

Long Xiaoqi shook his head but nodded again.

He was half-believing and half-doubted about fate. After all, as a proletarian warrior, he always had to keep a distance from these monsters and monsters. He believed in fate, such as the family he was born in, and he had to accept what kind of fate he had; he did not believe in fate, and had survived so many life and death, and he had survived with the support of not believing in fate.

"I am seventy-six this year. Someone once said that seventy-six is ​​my big threshold. If I step over, I can live to one hundred years old. But if I step over, I will be buried." Old Dong said with a smile: "I didn't believe it at the beginning. At that time, I was young and energetic, and I was determined to defend my country. I didn't brag about it. I was quite fierce when I was young, hahaha..."

Long Xiaoqi had no doubt about Mr. Dong's ferocity when he was young. If he were not a fierce man, how could he be the godfather position and work hard abroad.

"But now I believe in my life." Mr. Dong opened the drawer and took out many bottles of medicine from it: "These are the medicines I take now."

Mr. Dong opened two medicine bottles, poured the pills out of them, and threw them into his mouth and swallowed them like he was eating sugar beans.

Seeing the words on these medicine bottles, Long Xiaoqi's pupils contracted, because almost all of these medicines are used to treat terminal illnesses. Some are used to relieve uremia, some are used to relieve cancer, and many others... What does this mean? This means that Mr. Dong is full of illness, and he is all incurable.

At this moment, Mr. Dong took his head back and reached out to rub his face. After he finished these two movements, his whole body completely changed: his head was gone long ago; his cheeks were full of wrinkles, and it was grayish white...

"I have been doing dialysis and always used drugs to hold on. I used to believe in fate, but now I believe it." Old Dong put on the fake and cleaned up his face again, and said to Long Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, what you see now is the real me, an old man who is terminally ill and is not long after. But I can't let others see me like this. Not only that, I also have to use drug suppression and disguise techniques to allow me to stand in front of everyone with a red face. They have to let them know that I am still healthy and I can live for many years."

"Old Dong..."

Long Xiaoqi's eyes changed, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Haha, you don't know that our intelligence system is complex, and no one can take over. I am alive, even if I only breathe, the entire intelligence system will work normally. But as long as I die here, someone will have to rebel." Mr. Dong adjusted his eyebrows and continued in a very helpless tone: "The country has also sent people to try to take over, but they have failed. I also tried to train Li Yun to take over, but she is not the kind of person who can stabilize the overall situation. Women are meticulous, but it is difficult for women to have great talents. Moreover, women are taboos for gangsters. They are all desperate people with their heads tied to their belts. Who is willing to obey a woman's orders?"

Mr. Dong was very fast. In just a short time, he disguised himself with exquisite appearance and turned red again. But when he saw Long Xiaoqi who was originally looking, he could deeply feel that Mr. Dong was afraid that he could really not be able to stand it.

Just now, Long Xiaoqi saw the color of a dead person on Mr. Dong's face. He didn't know how long this Guardian's senior, the guardian's most ace agent, could last... one month or two months?

"Old Dong, is there any other way?" Long Xiaoqi sniffed a cigarette hard and said, "I'll ask my friend, maybe there's still a way. My wife and my daughter were both on the verge of death, and finally..."

"There's no way, haha. I know who you want to find, right?" Mr. Dong smiled and waved his hand, "Xiao He's Chinese think tank specializes in biomedicine, but they are helpless. I'm old and it's time to get buried. Even if the Daluo Jinxian comes, it's useless, hahaha."

Long Xiaoqi stared at Old Dong's indifferent expression and took a few sips of cigarettes.

"Okay, I really have to carry the coffin for you." Long Xiaoqi squatted out the cigarette butts and said, "How to carry it? You said, I promise to be decent."

"Hahaha... I won't talk about how to carry the coffin for now. You will definitely be able to do this. Although you are a bastard, you are a rare good child. You start guarding the grave at home at the age of six, so this is not something a bastard can stick to." Old Dong stood up and smiled and said, "The most urgent task is to complete the transition. The intelligence system I am holding now must be handed over, but no one can take it over. Because of insufficient qualifications, a new face suddenly emerges and becomes the godfather. What do you think will happen to the people below?"

Long Xiaoqi nodded. He knew that nothing that Mr. Dong had done outside could be handed over by just one person, because this huge intelligence system was too special. This was a complex network that was thought to be bought by the gang and spread across the world.

If you want to take over this intelligence system, you must become a godfather. If you want to become a godfather like him... Maybe such an existence will not be able to emerge in another hundred years.

"Monica is going to become the godfather, you, fake marriage with him to help her stabilize the overall situation." Mr. Dong stared at Long Xiaoqi extremely seriously: "This is related to the life and death of our Guardian's largest intelligence website, and Monica took over my position most suitable. This is not selfish, but for the overall situation. If it is selfish, I would rather Monica be an ordinary person forever."

Long Xiaoqi finally understood what Mr. Dong meant. He knew that he was about to die, so he had to arrange everything before he died.
Chapter completed!