The old man and his grandson concentrated on eating biscuits. The eight special forces were tired for a day. They also felt hungry. They took out dry food and filled their hunger. Only Samuel Song, the photos in the wallet of the Capricorn, the dark eyes were bottomless. Missing is full of thoughts.
“The general will eat something, and replenish his strength in time. Otherwise, there will be no strength to find George Gong.” A ministry will pat him on the shoulder and whispered.
“Yeah.” Samuel Song decapitated his head, closed the wallet, and collected it in his close pocket. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits and chewed it mechanically.
Look at the Major General who lost his soul. Several subordinates who are more intimate with him look at each other and shake their heads helplessly.
The boy put a biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it even if he didn’t chew it. He almost didn’t be shackled. His grandfather immediately stepped forward to take a picture of him, and finally let him slow down.
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