The deep night covers the earth, and the stars in the sky are just decorations on this bag, which look monotonous and boring. Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is a picture full of mystery and charm, but what Lin Zicong saw is nothing but boring, except for boredom. Although the height of white plots is covered with the glimmer of light, Lin Zicong always feels like a thick layer of sheep oil is applied in his heart, which makes him breathless.

The plane was flying at an altitude of five or six thousand meters, but it flew very smoothly, and it seemed that the airflow did not have much impact on it. Although it was night, the plane did not dare to fly too high. If the Machinery City found it, it would be difficult to deal with. Thinking of this, Lin Zicong was even more confused. Even if the military headquarters promised assistance, transportation would obviously be a difficult problem to solve. For the huge scale of aid, spanning thousands of miles, it would be a great burden for the operation team.

However, this problem is a bit far away, so you have to get these subsidies. Lin Zicong had to go to the military headquarters to solve this problem and then lead to the next problem. He smiled bitterly, and the problems were really one after another.

Another problem is more troublesome. The problem he has to solve is the marriage problem of his father who has no idea which nerve has been drawn. Who is not good to marry, and he has to marry the old girl of the He Group? General Lin must know the relationship between Lin Zicong and Heman. With his ability, Lin Zicong has no secrets, but is this old man so confused that he can't see the plot behind the He Group? Being able to support Leng Ling in the dungeon base and occupy a position where even Yingshang has to give some face, it must not be explained clearly in a simple sentence or two. Since it is not clear, the purpose must not be simple. If it is reversed, the He Group's appetite must be quite large.

They can reach their hands to every aspect of the dungeon base, so wouldn't they reach to other bases? What does it mean to be able to control the logistics supply of other bases?

How big is their appetite?

With General Lin's eyes, would he not see these? The merchants are profit-oriented by nature, and they are sure that they will not be for the victory of the battle. Will General Lin, as the Chief of Staff of the League of Nations, have no idea about this?

Lin Zicong felt like he was in the abyss, and he didn't dare to think about it.

If the father marrys the He family group, the He family group will be more powerful!

But if this matter really happens... what should he do?

"General, do you want a cup of coffee?" The cabin crew member was a sergeant, and asked in English.

"No, no. Is there any lemonade? I need a little excitement, but I don't want to sleep." Lin Zicong said. He looked at the sergeant, then turned his head and continued to look out the window. There were too many things, and he needed to make corrections.

It is unrealistic to go directly to see Lin Yongnan. The old man never listens to Lin Zicong.

If he wants to change his mind, he must start from the people around him. Han Miao is one, but if she comes out now, the limelight is wrong. If she doesn't change well, Lin Yongnan will think that she is jealous and say this. After counting, Lin Zicong only found three people to say this, but whether they are willing to help say this is a question.

"General, there is no lemonade, is orange juice okay?" Lin Zicong waved his hand, agreeing, and continued to look out the window to understand his mind.

The sergeant quickly brought the orange juice. Lin Zicong took it and took a small sip. The orange juice tasted a little bitter, probably because it was left for a long time.

"Why, the drinks here don't seem to be very fresh." Lin Zicong muttered.

The sergeant smiled politely and said, "You know, because we need to store for a longer time, there are usually some fresh food additives in the beverage. But this will not affect your health, you can drink it with confidence."

Lin Zicong thought about it, the supply of materials is tight everywhere now, and here is no exception. Usually, they will concentrate the juice and store it, and then mix it with water when drinking it, so the taste is naturally not as good as fresh juice. He nodded to express his understanding.

At this point, the plane seemed to shake.

The feeling from his hand told him that the plane was not shaking.

"Do you need any help?" the sergeant continued to ask. Lin Zicong took another sip of orange juice as if nothing had happened. The sergeant stood very steadily, unlike the plane was shaking. According to his observations, today's pilot was very capable and did not climb much altitude, but drove the plane very steadily.

"No, there is no more." Lin Zicong turned his head and looked at the cabin. There were only five people sitting in the cabin that could accommodate more than a dozen people. Two people were sleeping, one was reading a newspaper, and the other two were chatting.

"Okay, general, if you have any needs, you can call me anytime." The sergeant smiled, then turned around and walked towards the nose of the machine. There was a door there, and behind the door was the cockpit.

There was another flash in front of him. Lin Zicong cursed hatefully, "It's really his grandma's slut!" Then he stood up, walked to the man who was reading the newspaper a little, reached out to pull a newspaper from his hand, and smiled and said, "Well, new newspaper! Let me see what's in today's entertainment version." His subordinate pinched the man's vitals and whispered: "If you want to go to bed in the future, don't shout."

The two people in front noticed something and looked back. Lin Zicong smiled politely and nodded. The two people nodded, and then continued to turn around and talk and ignore it. Lin Zicong knew that he was not from the He Group.

The man looked in his thirties, with a western hole, and his arms were much more stylish than Lin Zicong. "When was he going to do it?" Lin Zicong asked with a smile. He smiled, but his subordinates added two points of force. "Wait... wait... wait until you fall asleep. After... the second half of the night."

"Are you the two sleepers in the next place who replace you?" Lin Zicong asked.

The newspaper reader nodded.

"Who sent you here?" Lin Zicong looked at him and nodded, and there was another dizziness in front of him. The effect of the medicine in the drink seemed to be starting to take effect.

"He...Miss He." The man who read the newspaper said.

Without waiting for the man to finish his words, Lin Zicong raised his hand and stabbed the man on the back of the neck. The man immediately fell into a coma. Lin Zicong had great strength in his hand. This man obviously had developed limbs, but he had never practiced much behind him.

A ghost began to appear in front of me, which was not a good sign. Lin Zicong quickly got up, walked to the door of the cabin, and opened the door of the cabin. When the cold wind was shaking, Lin Zicong immediately shivered, feeling a little better, and was a little awake. The cold wind started, and the two sleeping uninvited guests at the back of the cabin also woke up, shouting and walking towards this side. The wind was very strong, and they couldn't hear what the two of them were saying. The two in the front of the cabin were calling the cabin waiter in the strong wind that was rolling up in the warehouse, while panic. The cabin waiter ran back from the front cabin, but his hands were not empty, holding a bright knife.

There were no guns in the cabin, but there were props for handling food. If Lin Zicong drank all the drinks, the knife would fall on his neck approximately in the middle of the night.

Lin Zicong looked at the two guys and wanted to laugh. These were obviously just two ordinary people, and the remaining three were no problem at all.

The two strong men who had been sleeping before seemed to have prepared in advance. One took out a long whip from his body, and the other untied a nunchaku from his waist and rushed towards Lin Zicong.

Lin Zicong seemed to have not stood firm at the cabin at all, and fell outside the cabin. The man with the whip swept over with a long whip, and almost passed through Lin Zicong's back head and smashed on the bracket of the cabin door.

Lin Zicong's mistake seemed to have saved his life, but even if he avoided the long whip, fell outside the cabin door, and fell from a height of several thousand meters, he would definitely die!

In the blink of an eye, the whip was exhausted and was about to rebound. Lin Zicong grabbed the tail of the whip and staggered the strong man holding the whip and rushed towards the cabin door.

Then Lin Zicong crossed his legs in the air, clamped his waist and hung his body in the air. Both of them were about to roll out of the cabin door, so the guy had to put a long whip on both sides of the cabin door. In this way, Lin Zicong finally hung outside the floor door for more time to calm down.

The drink doesn't look like a deadly poison, nor is it a psychedelic drug with too strong medicinal power, but a sweat-burning medicine that allows him to sleep soundly.

Ball! In this era, there is such a thing?

However, with the means of the He Family Group, what can’t be done?

It seems that He Man still has some old feelings in his heart and can't bear to take action.

What is she going to do? Tie Lin Zicong back? Will she suppress the village?

Although she didn't drink, Lin Zicong thought in a daze.
Chapter completed!