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With an awkward smile, he said, "The Great Brahma Team is destined to have no future. I just hope that when I leave, Mr. Wilson can fight for a little more benefits for me. I do have some personal self-interest and use the futureless Team, to win better living conditions for the rest of my life ... "

Selfish and deceitful, cowardly and vicious, in Walson's eyes, the inferiority of the Indian bones was fully expressed by the words of Dhara, or the inferiority of any race.

After a little thought, Walson thought there was nothing wrong, and smiled: "If you wish, I also hope to get the approval of the chief gentleman."

agreed!

Because of the ecstasy of Dhara, the future of the Great Brahma team and the country will resplendor because of his humiliation and humiliation for survival!

"I think Mr. Chief will give a long praise on Mr. Walson's diplomatic curriculum vitae." Indra resisted the excitement and tried not to tremble his voice.

Walson seemed a little drunk and smiled, "So look forward to Mr. Indra's wonderful performance."

Indra stood up, left the office in stride, and didn't even have a polite resignation. He was afraid he could not help but be excited. He would rather give the impression of rudeness to Walter than to ruin it. Desperate vitality.

"Stupid inferiors." Wilson sneered, dissatisfied with his rudeness.

Quickly walked to the team's war room, and did not give the team members a chance to ask questions. Indra said loudly: "Your future, the future of your country, will prove in the next battle, attack Constantine!"

Seeing the young faces want to question, he solemnly said, "The results of this plan will be personally responsible for me. Execution orders, please believe me!"

"Yes!" The team members felt grief.

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