[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 41

Marshal Yimulian put on a firm face, and finally stopped a car in the middle of the night.

——And it's not a taxi, it's just an ordinary innocent sentinel seduced by beauty.As soon as he lowered the car window unpreparedly, he was slapped unconscious by the mental tentacles. Yasha dragged him out of the car kindly, and symbolically pasted an IOU on his forehead.

Huang urged maliciously: "Go and drive."

Yasha monster shouted: "It's been five years since my uncle drove last time, are you sure!"

Huang had no choice but to sit in the driver's seat and suddenly turned cold: "Damn, I don't know how to drive a manual transmission!"

I couldn't breathe from laughing.Yasha was helpless: "Inexperienced young man, watch me show you my tricks!"

Yasha cheerfully sat in the driver's seat, hummed a little song, started the car, and really planned to show his hands, looked up in the rearview mirror, but found that the protective partitions in the front and rear rows had been pulled up, no one looked at him to show off Show those two brushes: "Damn!"

Huang leaned on to rest, with soreness between his brows, and the shadow of that old photo was still floating in front of him.

He is really from the Federation, and those so-called "coerced" testimonies are the real ones. Did Yimulian actually guess his identity when he went to find the witnesses of the second trial for him?When exactly was it discovered?He found it unbelievable, with Yimulian's behavior, he thought that he would definitely stand on the side of the empire unselfishly. Spies and traitors have always been the two most hated people by every nation, and he knows it.

He finally understood why Jinyu Ji and Hongye looked at him so strangely, and even the Lord of Arakawa looked contemptuous.

Although he can't remember the details, he can be sure that when he sneaked in, in order not to be detected by the consciousness cloud, he was brainwashed with mental tentacles, otherwise he would not have the illusion that he grew up in the empire.

Choosing one's own position is an instinct, but Huang can't easily determine where he belongs.

Hey, a person pointed a gun at you and told you: fart, everything you have experienced in the past few years is fake, your beliefs are wrong, you should belong to the Federation, if you don’t believe me, I will show you the evidence!Then what?so what?He is a vulgar person, and he can't feel the so-called "soul pull" of the motherland - even if he is really from the Federation, the one he has feelings for now is the Empire, how could he stand back when he said he stood back.

He tried to convince himself: what's more...

He was getting more and more annoyed when he thought about it, when he suddenly felt the touch again.

A hand rested lightly on the back of his hand, gently smoothing his blue veins through the black glove.

Huang turned his head to look at Mulian, the street lights along the way were not on, the snow-white cheeks and bright red lips under the black veil were particularly conspicuous, and his mouth was slightly opened unconsciously.Yimulian was probably a little sleepy, with sleepy eyes, staring at the back of the front seat absently, not interested in anything about the Federation outside the car window.

What's more, his guide trusted him so much.

——So much so that before he himself understood the situation, he was already ready to protect even a traitor from the enemy country.

Is this really right?Huang couldn't guarantee whether there were any spiritual hints on him, he could only hold the cold hand instead, watching Yimulian tremble sensitively, his heart was actually jumping for joy.

"Lian," he said.

Yimulian turned his head, the golden pupil covered by the black veil seemed to flicker for a moment, this detail was fleeting, as a sentinel with excellent eyesight, he couldn't fully capture the frozen frame .

He wanted to say something, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.There are so many, I don't know where to start.

He didn't have a chance to say it either.The driver in the front seat retaliated maliciously and opened the window of the back seat. The cold wind rushed in because of the high speed, blowing a group of demons with black hair all over his face, and his face was instantly covered with hair.

Yimulian: "..."

Huang wished he could tear up someone in the front seat who was gloating and laughing.

Naturally, the quality of the wig was not as good as the real hair, and Yimulian's head suddenly became a little frizzy, Huang waved his hand: "Turn around."

He stretched out his hand to pull the hair from the side of the neck to the side of the neck, and gathered it casually. He untied one of the rubber bands in his braid and was about to tie it up.

"what happened?"

Yi Mu Lian turned his back to him and asked, but he didn't respond, only saw a strand of black hair hanging from his ear, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

With his fingers, he carefully smoothed the ends of the strands of black hair, smoothed out the mess that the wind had blown away, and accidentally pulled it a couple of times, causing some pain in the eyes, but he endured it without shaking.The hair was gently curled around the fingers, and it no longer played a demon in the wind.

He tied a braid.

Sure enough, it's still a bit strange, right?Marshal Yimulian didn't know what a cruel and inhuman thing had happened to him. He held his breath and thought, when he turned around, he happened to meet Shang Huang's staring eyes at him, and the image of "lady" suddenly became unstable. , a suspicious flush appeared on his cheeks.

He always felt that he was weird, at least recently.After counting, it has been more than a year and two months since the last annual "big uncle" - the arrival of the combination fever...

After thinking about it, Huang felt that the marijuana flower was really suitable, and it was in line with his own aesthetics. He nodded, and then saw himself in Yimulianyan unexpectedly, only to realize that he had separated from him at some point in time. so close.

Huang was a little afraid of Yimulian's gaze, too much forbearance, the darkness in his pupils would swallow him up.

The guide pheromone ingested during the simple kissing process may not be enough for him to maintain the normal operation of the sentinel function. He has not taken the guide pheromone for a long time, and he uncontrollably wants to take the whole eye into his eyes.Yimulian's brows were slightly raised, as if his nose was blocked and he couldn't breathe, his red lips parted slightly, and the arc of opening and closing seemed to say "are you okay?"

He lifted Yimulian's too long bangs, and under the right eye socket was empty and dry, Yimulian subconsciously slapped him away, and apologized again.

In fact, he didn't think about it that much, he just thought it would look better to show that half of his face like before.

But that's also the evidence that he didn't protect the guide well.

He said to him silently: Please don't do this.He casually said oh.He stared at the pursed lips, which should be slightly white on weekdays, but now they were replaced by a layer of unfamiliar crimson.Yimulian is not suitable for such bright colors.Dahong is too heavy, which is incompatible with his delicate mind.

The Sentinel's beast genes started to be frantic and agitated again, he leaned over to suck kisses indiscriminately, his lips and tongue melted together, and he licked off the lipstick abruptly.

There was a sound of "fuck you" from the front seat, and the drift operated by Daxiu almost threw them both out of the car window.

Yasha suddenly rolled three eyes: "It's here. I really hope that the young couples of this year will be a little self-conscious, otherwise there will be no FFF group born."

With a snort, Huang used his knuckles to wipe away the crooked lipstick mark on the corner of Yimulian's mouth, and calmly faced Yasha's middle finger: "It's not a young couple, thank you." They are both married.

Yasha was left in the car in a rage. They found out the surrounding environment and prepared to sneak in through the side door—as expected of a villa at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by groves. I don't know how Yasha found it in this remote village This small mountain road.There was a guard standing at the entrance of the villa, which was not within the scope of Yimulian's spiritual suggestion, so they could only take a detour.

Huang simply explained: "You wait outside."

Yimulian showed the aura of a marshal, and stared back: "Are you underestimating me?"

"..."

Unlike when he was in his own home, this villa was very strange to him.Even if the sentinel's five senses are fully activated, he can't feel the pheromones of anyone in the house-obviously, the villa adopts a structure that imitates a "quiet room", which is the same as that small truck. The partition material is laid in the wall.

No one knows what will be inside, so Huang packed up 92 and threw a cyanide launcher to Yimulian: "I'll come when it's critical."

Yimulian shook his head, still looking for stability: "Why don't I go and ask first."

"Shock the grass to scare the snake?"

"There should be a cross-dressing..."

Before Yimu finished speaking, the guard at the door bowed to the darkness outside the forest and said, "The leader has been waiting for the three distinguished guests for a long time, and he wants to see you."

That's not where they're headed.Yimulian decided not to wait for Huang to make a decision, put away the small launcher, got out from behind the bushes, tiptoed like Yan Yanluo walked, raised his hands and said: "Mr. Sentinel, I am sorry to disturb you, I am not what you said What a distinguished guest, I just wanted to go up the mountain but lost my way..."

He approached slowly, but the guard jumped away before he was about to enter the range of spiritual suggestion: "Don't be joking, the leader knows that you are coming, and you are here to break our deal with the Federation, right?"

Yimulian stopped in his tracks.

Why, is he walking so awkwardly? !

The guard said briefly: "The highway within a kilometer is within our monitoring range, and your sentinel can't hide, let him come out."

Yimulian's secret path is not good, and Yasha who "stands guard" outside must have been discovered.

The camouflage was useless, so Huang had no choice but to jump out without hiding the weapon in his hand: "You better not play tricks."

The guard bowed again: "Don't dare, please."

He led the two of them into the villa, without beating around the bush, and pushed open the door of the lobby.

A man sat on the president's chair with his back to them, proudly without turning his head: "The news of the empire is quite well-informed. The transaction that was just settled tonight is now taking action. I am deeply impressed. You must be very curious about this. The specific content of the transaction."

Talking to people whose identities are unknown is always uneasy, Huang pointed a gun at the back of the leader's head from a distance: "As you think."

"Haha, I'm so sorry, is the empire so dishonest? Forget it, it's okay to tell you. The federation plans to exchange '1/3 of the empire's territory after conquering the empire' in exchange for the 'newly developed biological weapon' from the United States. It sounds like a good deal Bar?"

It really is a biological weapon!

Huang sneered and said, "Taking the empire? A joke."

Regime transfer is the most unrealistic result in modern warfare. The United States that was captured by the Federation before it became a Federation was only a joint name in the end—at least it must show the most dignified side in front of the general public.In order for the empire to completely collapse, unless the royal family is completely destroyed, it is absolutely impossible.

"It must be very exciting to put it in the palace." The gang leader could guess what he was thinking, and he still couldn't finish it.

Yimulian stopped the verbal dispute at the right time, took a deep breath and said, "What the Federation promised, the Empire can also promise you, and even more than that."

"NONONO, coercion and temptation are old people's rights, and I cannot give them to you, Marshal Yimulian. Our negotiation may break down." The gang leader shook his head: "By the way, will it be okay to post photos of your women's clothing on the Internet?" Exciting?"

"boom--"

Yimulian's mental tentacles hit a transparent wall, and he said in disbelief, "What..."

In an instant, two rows of well-trained people poured out from the aisles on both sides of the lobby. They were indeed gangsters, no worse than the army.The crowd surrounded them very quickly, and Huang did not blink his eyes. Everyone knew that the king was the first to catch the thief, and he fired several shots at the man sitting on the president's chair.Theoretically, there is no problem with aiming. It is still a modified 92, and the speed of the bullet has been strengthened, but it still fails to hit the target.

Eyes constricting pupils—the bullets, like mental tentacles, hit a layer of glass, cracks spread like spider webs, and there were only three muffled sounds like squibs.

The person in front of him disappeared, leaving only a plain screen.

——Isn't this the 3D projection trick that Huang used to deceive the guide who kidnapped him back then!

"I'm a man of my word. Put down your gun or your guide will die in five seconds."

"The federation has an agreement that no foreign guest can die."

"Five, four..."

Huang gritted his teeth, before the other party even called out, he dropped the gun.

The influence of the gang leader reappeared on the display screen, and this time he turned his head, with a passionate smile on his face: "You are so good. However, this old man... is very friendly, you are all here , it’s not that you don’t give them any chance. Isn’t the purpose of life in this world just to have fun? I like games, so let’s play a game.”

Huang cursed secretly in his heart, he really deserves to be a gangster's insane, it's rare that Yimulian didn't object to him.

tbc