I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

Chapter 187

Nighthawk looked at Thorn's determined eyes through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

There was a hint of helplessness and worry in his eyes, as if he was shrouded by a heavy cloud.

He smiled bitterly and said, "How can I be in the mood to be a hero? I think so for the sake of the overall situation. Thorn, think about it, if we both enter the library at the same time, once there is a gravity ambush, we won't even have the chance to notify the bureau."

"If you stay on the periphery, we just need to keep in close contact through the radio station at any time. Once you encounter a dangerous situation, you can not only remind me at any time, but also ask for support from the bureau when necessary. This is the most normal action plan."

Nighthawk's tone became more and more urgent, his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

"We can't act impulsively blindly. We must make the most thorough plan. The situation in the library is unclear. We can't put ourselves in a desperate situation rashly."

"You have been in the bureau for so many years. Why does the boss always let you stay in the command car every time he goes on a mission? It's not because you are a girl and are not suitable for direct action, but because you have more detailed observation and communication skills than us. I am thinking about it now. It's not what you think, going alone to be a hero, or being gentle with women. I plan this way because I want to use the right people in the right place so that our operation can be foolproof this time."

Nighthawk's voice became serious and serious, and his eyes were firm and persistent.

"I know you are brave and determined, but this situation is special. We must play to our respective strengths. Your ability can play a greater role in communication and observation. This is not to belittle you, but to be responsible for the entire operation."

Nighthawk took great pains to explain. At this time, Thorn seemed to be lost in thought, with a little struggle on his face.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes revealed entanglement and contradiction, and her lips were gently pursed, as if a fierce struggle was going on in her heart.

Nighthawk waited for a few seconds before asking Thorn again: "Did you understand what I meant? Do you think my analysis makes sense?"

There was a hint of urgency and expectation in Nighthawk's voice. He stared at Thorn closely, hoping to get affirmation from her answer.

Thorn was slightly startled, and nodded sincerely: "Your analysis is indeed very reasonable, but I insist on my own opinion. I still think that since we have to go in, we should go in together. Besides, the situation today is different from the past."

Although Thorn's voice was firm, there was also a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in it.

Thorn's words immediately annoyed Nighthawk. Nighthawk thought, you admit that my analysis makes sense, why do you still want to refute it?

Women, so abstract!

Nighthawk's face suddenly darkened, and his heart was full of helplessness and anger.

"Oh, I've said it in a good way, why don't you understand? Can we still cooperate happily? If I had known you were so stubborn, I should have changed someone when the air asked us to carry out this mission. With your temper, there is no tacit understanding between us."

Nighthawk's voice became louder and louder, full of anger and accusations. His eyes were full of disappointment and dissatisfaction, as if he could no longer tolerate the stubbornness of the thorns.

"You have short hair and short knowledge. I tell you honestly that the reason why I don't want you to go in with me to investigate, in addition to tactical considerations, is more because I am afraid that you will implicate me. You were basically responsible for communication on the combat vehicle before, and you have never really participated in several arrest operations. You have always overestimated your own abilities."

"This time entering the library for investigation is full of dangers. I don't have the time and energy to protect you."

Nighthawk suddenly deliberately raised the volume, and there was some obvious personal attack in his words. His voice echoed in the small space inside the car, with sharpness and harshness.

In fact, he didn't want to attack Thorn, but Nighthawk knew that from the current situation, entering the library to investigate was too dangerous.

The unknown darkness seemed to hide countless traps and crises. He would rather take risks alone and face possible dangers alone than have Thorn take the blame.

Unfortunately, Thorn refused to compromise no matter how hard he tried, so Nighthawk deliberately lost his temper, hoping to stimulate Thorn by losing his temper, so that she would obey his command and guard outside.

After Nighthawk finished speaking, Thorn was really stimulated. Thorn's blood suddenly surged, her face instantly turned red, and her eyes even gradually became red.. The originally firm eyes were now filled with shock and disbelief.

"You scolded me? Nighthawk, you actually scolded me?"

The voice of Thorn trembled, with deep grievance and anger, her lips trembled, tears rolled in her eyes, as if they would burst at any time.

Thorn's words were full of grievances, which was a kind of pain and loss after being hurt by the most trusted partner. She had always regarded Nighthawk as a comrade-in-arms, but now she suffered such ruthless accusations.

He turned his head, avoided Thorn's gaze, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to remain indifferent and resolute.

Since they met, although they often quarreled and bickered, Nighthawk had never angrily accused Thorn like today, or even scolded Thorn.

In the past, the quarrels were more about disagreements in the mission, or some insignificant trivial matters, and they had never been so intense and hurtful. At this moment, the car was filled with a tense and sad atmosphere, and the relationship between the two seemed to have dropped to the freezing point at this moment.

Nighthawk felt a little distressed. He looked at the injured expression of Thorn, and a trace of reluctance and guilt surged in his heart. But in order to force Thorn to stay outside and for her safety, Nighthawk still hardened his heart, snorted coldly, and gave a strong dose of medicine.

"What's wrong with scolding you? You should scold me, but I don't understand no matter what I say. Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't go in with me? Am I so attractive to you? Do you have to die with me?"

Nighthawk's voice was cold and ruthless, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Thorn's heart. His expression was tense, and his eyes were resolute and indifferent, as if he was really full of disgust for Thorn.

However, only Nighthawk himself knew how painful and struggling he was when he said these words. He hoped that Thorn could understand his painstaking efforts and stay outside obediently, away from danger.

"You are right, I am stupid, I am the stupidest woman in the world, because I just want to die with you, a stupid pig."

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