On the Day of Divorce, the God of War Vest Couldn't Be Hidden

On the day of my divorce, I took off the disguise of being a nanny for three years. The world exploded. Outside the hotel door, the special planes of the seventeen heads of state landed, and the leaders of the underground forces knelt all over the long street: "Welcome the Lord of the Sky to return to his throne!" The ex-husband's hand holding the half-million check was shaking: "You…who are you?" I took the black gold jersey from my subordinate, and the epaulettes illuminated his pale face. The dark web live broadcast started simultaneously, and my codename offered a reward of 100 billion, but no one dared to accept it. Later, I saved his dying Bai Yueguang with a silver needle, and marked the purchase price of his company as one piece with my backhand. He knelt in the heavy rain all night with red eyes: "Please, look at me again." I wiped my bloody fingers and said calmly to the dignitaries from various countries kneeling on the screen begging for help: "Wait a moment, my ex-husband is making a little noise." When the star battleship came to the city, the commander-in-chief took off his military hat and knelt down on one knee towards me: "Marshal, the enemy leader has been captured - he is your ex-husband's new supporter." I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with an ashen face: "Now, who is not worthy of whom?" The heroine of the human weapon God of War