Forgotten 2000

In a mercenary building... Liana sat on the chair, her slender fingers tapping the handle of the chair regularly, but her cold face could not hide a look of anxiety... "Sir!" A rough voice came, and a tough and powerful soldier shouted outside the tent. "What are you doing?" Liana frowned, her tone full of chill. She had asked that no one disturb her. She was in a very confused mood now! It's really messy! "Sir, I have your phone number!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.