The end is coming.
As the sharpest weapon of the Law Enforcement Bureau, the M7 was pushed to the forefront of the storm.
Zhou Chenqing looked at the crowd and saw only a pair of cold, harmless and ignorant eyes.
Being cold because of ignorance, being hurt because of being harmless.
In a daze, he remembered that when he was hospitalized, his fellow patient was also the same, ignorant and cold.
He still remembered those beautiful eyebrows and eyes squeezed together.
His voice was clear and his tone was delicate: "Why do you call me that name? It's ugly."
"My last name is so nice."
"My name is M7, then your name is M8."
She even clapped: "It sounds great."
Unexpectedly, our reunion would be the end of the world.
Divided into the end of the world, rebuilding order, and new civilization (may be written as an extra)
Mission: Human beings will always create miracles