let me laugh

Chapter 1

1. Special mission...

It was already dusk, and seeing No. 13, who was walking stiffly step by step in front of him, looking more and more gloomy under the night, No. [-] spat angrily, wishing to scold her.

As a member of the "Dragon Project", an indisputable special force dedicated to undertaking special tasks, in addition to the "Siberian Tiger", "Southwest Falcon", "Tiger Regiment", and "Blue Sky Sword" No. 13, who did not expect to catch up with this unlucky task, to protect the most annoying member NO.[-] in the team.

The members of the "Dragon Project" all appeared inexplicably, and there were only fifty people in total.Of course, no one has his own name, only a code name.When a person dies, another person will naturally take his place.Although No. 27 is only [-] or [-] years old, he has been using "No. [-]" for more than ten years.

He has performed very well from the time he received all kinds of tough training since he was a child to becoming the number seven.Whether it is physical fitness tests, field survival skills training, enemy infiltration skills and other training or missions, he rarely misses.I have long been used to this high-intensity lifestyle.Ruoguo, if it wasn't for the order to protect No.13, No. [-] felt that his life was really good.

The members of the "Dragon Project" each have their own advantages, such as physical fitness, such as agility, such as the accuracy of marksmanship... There are even some people who know some cultivation skills.The advantage of number seven is very simple, that is "strength".Great strength can make up for many shortcomings. The advantage of NO.13 is something that members of the "Dragon Project" keep secret.

NO.13 is the only member with extremely poor physical fitness, and he does not participate in any daily exercise.However, her superiors valued her very much, and would arrange for a member of the Dragon Project to protect her personally at any time.It is said that she understands supernatural powers and is the legendary "psychic medium".She can talk to different kinds, and can find out some facts that cannot be investigated by ordinary means.

This time, a group of important princelings were all killed during the party.The case was very bizarre. This group of princelings died in a private club in the suburbs. There were no wounds on their bodies, and no trace of poisoning was found in the autopsy. It seemed that their lifeline was cut off suddenly.This secret clubhouse is known to no one except the internal members.Unfortunately, everyone died, and the surveillance equipment didn't record anything.

The case has reached an impasse.Even though the Public Security Bureau and even ordinary special forces have been entrusted to assist in the investigation, there is still no progress.

Originally, if a lot of people died, it would not be necessary for the "Dragon Project" to take action, but this time the people involved are too big and the number is too large.In order to stabilize the hearts of the group of people behind the princelings, the superior had no choice but to send NO.13 to investigate to see if non-humans were involved.

NO.13 If you want to go out, you must have someone to protect you.Therefore, No. 13 was chosen to protect NO.[-] this time.Even if you don't want to, as a special soldier, obedience is your bounden duty.

NO.13's ability is quite weird, and most people are reluctant to approach her.However, NO.13 himself is even more gloomy, wearing a black robe and a black hat all day long, just like a medieval witch. NO.13 doesn't like to talk, almost never see her speak. NO.13's secrecy and aloofness made it impossible for her to integrate into the members of "Dragon Project".

However, NO.13 doesn't seem to care at all.

NO.13 was very weak, and had to stop to rest after walking for a while, then took out an unknown object from his black cloth bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.Seventh was tossed all the way by her, and the feeling of anger was about to burn him.If he had the choice, he would rather face a vicious enemy for a hearty sparring, even if he bleeds and gets injured.He is really unwilling to protect a woman who looks ugly and weak.

Finally arrived at a private club in the suburbs.According to No. 13's physical strength, it only takes one afternoon to rush over.But because of the need to cooperate with NO.[-]'s physical strength, it took the two of them a whole day.

No. 13 really hopes to end this task early so as to get away from NO.[-].

Standing beside NO.13 and watching her closely, protecting him, Number Seven hoped that something would happen to make his itchy fists move.

NO.13 unloaded his package, took out paper money, sandalwood, talisman water and other things, and placed them around him.Then he stretched out his skinny hand under the big black sleeve, and began to draw messy symbols.She was muttering something, but she didn't know what it was.If it weren't for the absolute trust in the superior, No. 13 really doubted whether No. [-] was just a liar pretending to be a ghost.

However, as No.13 muttered, No. [-] actually felt a little cool.You must know that the members of the special forces have undergone special training, and their overall physical quality is much higher than that of ordinary people.Even in the season of heavy snow, Number Seven will not feel cold.But on such a summer night, he actually felt a chill.

The sky was getting darker and darker, not the clear dark blue and black of a summer night, but a thick layer of jet-black clouds that seemed to cover the sky and were about to press down heavily.This kind of oppression made Number Seven's heart start to beat heavily.As a man of high art and courage, he never felt fear even when faced with blood, a horrific corpse or even his life was in danger of dying.But now, inexplicably, there was a feeling of panic.

"Damn it!" Number Seven cursed angrily, trying to drive away the panic in her heart.

A gust of cold and bone-chilling wind blew off the black hat on NO.13's head and messed up her long black hair.Only then did No. 13 discover that No. [-] was not the shriveled old woman everyone had imagined. Instead, her hair was extremely black and soft, and her skin was very fair and tender. It was just that she had not been able to see the sun for a long time because of the bamboo hat, so she was extremely pale.The melon-shaped small face has delicate facial features. Even if her eyes are closed, she can still imagine her beautiful appearance when she opens them.After all, a woman with such an exquisite face shape, nose and pink lips can be considered a beauty even if her eyes are average.

However, for the beauty in front of her, No. 13 didn't have any ripples in her heart, nor did it change her impression of No.[-].

As a special soldier, the superior had long anticipated the endless tricks of the enemy.Therefore, under the special training, No. [-] has long been numb to the beauty of women.No matter how good-looking a woman is, no matter what kind of style she is, even if she is stripped naked and tempted him in various ways, Number Seven can still sit still, and even kill that beautiful face.

"Damn it! When will it end!" Seven cursed.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, a feeling of complete powerlessness and complete inability to control.The thick dark cloud seemed to be getting closer and closer, trying to envelop the two people in the private club.The wind is also getting stronger, which is more disturbing than the typhoon encountered during the last mission.If you encounter a typhoon, at most you will die.But this time, Number Seven felt that there seemed to be something unknowable and frightening waiting for him.

NO.13 was still chanting, suddenly opened a pair of big black bright eyes, and looked at No. [-] in surprise.

Number Seven opened his mouth as if to scold, but found that his body actually floated up, and suddenly he felt a spiral rotation, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and his internal organs seemed to be thrown out.

Number Seven wanted to exert force, but found that he had no reason to exert force at all.In this completely uncontrollable state, his strength is useless at all.His body was pulled up and down by an inexplicable force, as if to divide him into several pieces.Suddenly they gathered again, as if they wanted to knead him into a meatball.Every inch of skin is being tortured, pain is everywhere.Even Number Seven, who had long been numb to the pain, had dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

"NO.13, what the hell are you doing!" Number Seven felt that there was an inner ghost inside.However, by the time a heavier wave of pain came, he had already lost consciousness.

No. 13 had disappeared into the vortex of the air current, and NO.[-] shook her head, wondering if, as an absolutely loyal and obedient member of the special forces, she should report the surprising scene she just saw to her superiors:

No. 13 was actually wearing an ancient costume, and a man with an extremely gorgeous face but a flat chest... Well, rolling on the bed... Moreover, No. [-]'s expression seemed to be quite enjoyable. NO.[-] shrugged and decided to be an honest special soldier.

The author has something to say: This is my first attempt at Tanmei, everyone please support me, Su needs motivation~~^_^

2. Become any...

"it hurts!"

After a period of darkness that I don't know whether it was long or short, the first thing Seven felt when he woke up was pain.Every inch of skin and every bone in the whole body is clamoring for pain.It seems that the skin is separated inch by inch and bonded inch by inch.The most painful part was the head. No. [-] was in so much pain that he lost his mind, and it was hard to describe the feeling.It seems that every part of the head has been viciously chiseled open and stirred with a stick...

Even though it was in such pain, Number Seven remained silent.He just rolled and struggled on the bed with his head in his hands, his whole body was covered with beads of sweat, and the sheets were soaked through his clothes.The long-term exercise made him unable to give in because of the pain. Even when he was tortured by Ling Chi, he had to keep his mouth shut.However, the corners of his lips were involuntarily bitten, and bright red blood condensed out.

This pain lasted for nearly an hour before giving up.Because of the fierce struggle with the pain, Number Seven leaned against the corner of the bed and panted heavily.eyes are slightly open