Sunset Boulevard

Chen Boqiao opened his eyes.

He was lying on a double bed, the room was very dark, there was a thin slit in the middle of the heavy curtains, and the gray sky before sunrise was faintly seen through the slit.

Chen Boqiao turned on the desk lamp, sat up, looked around slowly, and calmly accepted the master bedroom of the safe house where he had slept all night, accepted the independence of Thailand, Zhang Jue, and the fact that the original complete plan was disrupted infinitely. fact - he's good at adapting.

Chen Boqiao has nothing to do with being in a military prison and running in exile.When he was fully awake, he quickly changed his clothes and went to wash up before getting up.

There is only one bathroom in the safe house, to the left of the entry door.He passed the living room, opened the door of the bathroom without thinking too much, and a white mist of water rushed towards his face.

Zhang Jue was wearing a bath towel around his waist and holding a towel for wiping his hair in his hand. He stood half naked behind the steam, his mouth was slightly open, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

Chen Boqiao was stunned for a moment, then took a step back: "Sorry."

"It's okay," Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I've finished washing."

Zhang Jue didn't close the door, and Chen Boqiao didn't move, and asked casually, "Take a bath so early?"

Zhang Jue blinked slowly, and asked a little bluntly, "Is it early?"

But before Chen Boqiao could speak, Zhang Jue said, "It's already 04:30." His tone was taken for granted, as if 04:30 in the morning is the unified working time around the world.

Chen Boqiao couldn't help smiling, and asked, "It's not early at 04:30? Aren't you going to sleep?"

Zhang Jue shut his mouth and didn't speak, looking a little depressed.Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's silly appearance was funny, and continued to tease: "It's not true that I didn't sleep all night."

"No." Zhang Jue paused and explained for himself seriously, "I slept for nearly five hours."

His black hair was half-dried, and it stuck to his neck and shoulders with dampness. There were drops of water sliding down his chest, over the ribs and the depression in his lower abdomen, and dripping into the towel along the mermaid line.Zhang Jue's skin was as white as snow, and a few patches of light red were scalded by the high temperature of the water. The muscle lines of his abdomen were not obvious, but they were not as thin as Chen Boqiao thought when Chen Boqiao carried him to skydive yesterday.

Chen Boqiao has been in the army for many years, and it is unavoidable to have mixed baths with his comrades. He has also participated in the sub-alliance conscription for several years to prevent Omega from being wrongly screened into the army's gender screening. He thinks he has a better understanding of the physical characteristics of healthy adult Alphas.

Now it's not that Chen Boqiao wants to make any rude comments on Zhang Jue's body shape, it's just that the two of them are standing face to face at close range, and it's impossible not to look at them.

In all fairness, if you don't look at the height, but only look at the skin color and body shape, Zhang Jue really has no fate with the Alpha group.

However, Zhang Jue's gun-holding technique and the accuracy of his parachute landing yesterday made Chen Boqiao feel that Zhang Jue should have received long-term professional training and has good physical strength.

"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao asked him, "You are good at parachute jumping, have you ever been a soldier?"

Zhang Jue shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Boqiao gave a "hmm" and asked casually, "What have you been doing all these years since you graduated from Rosh?"

The moisture in the bathroom gradually disappeared, and the cold air from outside the room seeped in. Zhang Jue seemed a little cold, but he didn't mean to push away Chen Boqiao who was standing at the door, he just hesitated for a while because of Chen Boqiao's blunt question. Seconds, and then answered honestly: "I went to a national university in North America, and returned to China to work for a few years after graduation."

"What job?" Chen Boqiao asked immediately.

Seeing the hesitant look on Zhang Jue's face, Chen Boqiao narrowed down the scope of the question again: "Does it have anything to do with your action?"

Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, thought for a while, then shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more.

The two stood silently for a few seconds, Zhang Jue grabbed the towel tightly as if afraid of the cold.

Chen Boqiao looked down and saw it, and then raised his hand to put Zhangjue's shoulder.After feeling the expected coolness, he smiled gently at Zhang Jue and asked, "Why don't you say it's cold?"

When Zhang Jue was touched by Chen Boqiao, he immediately flinched a little, and then his cheeks turned slightly red. "It's not particularly cold," he said with lowered eyes, "you can use the bathroom, I'll get dressed first."

After all, Zhang Jue took a step forward.

Chen Boqiao admitted that his character was not good, but he deliberately refused to step aside, wanting to see Zhang Jue's reaction.

Zhang Jue couldn't walk, so he had to stop again.For some unknown reason, he was always reluctant to look up at Chen Boqiao, dejected and embarrassed, like a recruit who was punished to stand.

Chen Boqiao found that Zhang Jue was a little funny when he was flustered, so he backed up a bit, giving up a position that Zhang Jue could pass, and pretending to be natural: "Go."

Zhang Jue hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end he didn't ask Chen Boqiao to give way. He lowered his head and squeezed through the gap between Chen Boqiao and the door frame, and quickly walked back to his small bedroom.

Chen Boqiao watched Zhang Jue's back disappear from behind the door before walking into the bathroom.

When Chen Boqiao came out of the bathroom, the clock in the living room showed four forty.Zhang Jue was dressed neatly and sat on the sofa, holding a flat-panel monitor with a serious expression on his face.Chen Boqiao walked over and saw ten side-by-side surveillance images displayed on the screen.

"We have to go." Zhang Jue said without raising his head.

"What's wrong?" Chen Boqiao frowned, and took a closer look.

"Surveillance outside the safe house," Zhang Jue pointed to a surveillance camera at a downward angle, "This is the only alley in this area that can accommodate cars."

There is an alley in the picture. Two tall men are standing face to face not far from the camera. At first glance, they seem to be chatting, but when you look closely at their standing postures, they seem to be a little nervous.

"They've been here for 10 minutes," Zhang Jue said.

Chen Boqiao saw one of the men make a hand gesture, which is a hand gesture commonly used in the sub-alliance army, meaning ready for action, and he confirmed the identity of the man in his heart.

After Zhang Jue robbed him yesterday, he took out the signal jammer implanted in his body and threw it away, making the tracker placed on his back by the military prison work.

Therefore, Chen Boqiao was not surprised when the soldiers of the Sub-Alliance came here. After all, according to Chen Boqiao's past mission experience, when hunting down important criminals, the accuracy of the satellite navigation system of the Sub-Alliance is quite high.

"The soldiers of the alliance," Chen Boqiao told Zhang Jue, "meaning they are ready to act."

Zhang Jue was silent for a few seconds, and said as if he was talking to himself: "How could it be so fast." After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the room. After a while, he brought out two travel bags, threw them on the ground, and opened the door. Communicator: Hold the alley, I will take him first. "

Someone on the other side replied: "Okay."

After cutting off the communication, Zhang Jue said to Chen Boqiao: "Let's go, you can carry a bag for me." Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he glanced at the injured cat obediently squatting on the mat.

"Cat..." Zhang Jue looked hesitant.

Chen Boqiao walked over quickly, picked up the cat with one hand, lifted the two bags on the ground with the other, raised the kitten up, and put his face close to Zhang Jue, the kitten meowed cooperatively.And Chen Boqiao smiled at Zhang Jue: "Is it okay, classmate Zhang Jue?"

"……All right."

Going down to the second floor, Zhang Jue pushed open the window, took Chen Boqiao over the window sill, and walked along the second floor's external stairs to the street behind the building.It was just dawn, and the streets were empty. Zhang Jue pressed the remote control key in his hand, and the lights of an unremarkable off-road vehicle covered in dust flickered.

After only a few hours of rest, they were about to embark on the road of escape again.

Zhang Jue started the car decisively, speeded up silently, shifted gears, bypassed the alleys in the center of the town, and drove out of the town.

Driving past the most outlying buildings in the town, they drove on the gravel, ran over the weeds, and rushed up the national road passing through the outskirts of the town. Zhang Jue suddenly said: "After you were arrested, has anyone performed minor surgery on you?" ?”

Chen Boqiao turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, but said nothing.

"Or," Zhang Jue slowly added, "Have you ever woken up and suddenly felt pain in an invisible place?"

Chen Boqiao was sure that Zhang Jue had guessed it, but he still didn't speak.

After driving for less than half a minute, Zhang Jue slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped with a harsh braking sound.

"You do it." Zhang Jue said decisively.

The two switched places, putting the kitten in the back seat.Zhang Jue found out the detector from one of the bags that he carried into the car, grabbed Chen Boqiao's shoulder with one hand, and slowly moved the detector over Chen Boqiao's body with the other hand.

When the detector touched Chen Boqiao's left shoulder, the indicated green light turned red and an alarm sounded.Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's hand on his shoulder tightened.

"What?" Chen Boqiao asked.

"You have a locator on you," Zhang Jue whispered, "that's why they came so fast."

Chen Boqiao didn't answer, and waited patiently for Zhang Jue to continue.

"I don't have a jammer, so I have to take it off." Zhang Jue said sullenly.

Chen Boqiao said "hmm": "Pick it up."

Zhang Jue didn't move, he just moved the detector away to prevent the alarm from going off, and after a while, he sat back down.

"I should have thought of it earlier." Zhang Jue said angrily.

"It's not your fault," Chen Boqiao comforted him naturally, "Just pick it for me."

"But I don't have anesthesia," Zhang Jue said, "only simple surgical tools."

"Take it directly," Chen Boqiao said, "The positioning implants of the Sub-League are generally not placed deep."

Chen Boqiao turned the steering wheel, stopped by the side of the road, turned off the engine, and turned to look at Zhang Jue: "Quick battle and quick decision."

The sky was completely bright, the air in Thailand was very clear, the sky was blue like a painting, and there was a skylight on the roof of the car, the sunlight came in, illuminating every detail in the car.

Chen Boqiao took off his shirt, revealing his upper body covered with old and small wounds.

He led the team to carry out many missions and suffered a lot of flesh injuries. The shallow ones faded with time, and the deep ones were left behind.

Some soldiers regard scars as medals, but Chen Boqiao prefers to regard them as an index of memory.

Chen Boqiao is always very busy, busy losing his comrades in arms, or losing his close relatives, and he has much more things to remember than others.He used the time of scar formation to remember the life of a comrade-in-arms and his close relatives, and after recording everything, he continued to calmly accept the next one.

Chen Boqiao knew that Zhang Jue was looking at his back, and also noticed that Zhang Jue was still not moving, so he joked with Zhang Jue: "I usually don't need anesthesia when I am injured in battle."

Zhang Jue hesitated for a moment, went to the back seat to look through the bag, and when he returned to the front seat, he was holding two boxes in his hand, one of which was an ice box.

There were five blue liquid injections in the ice box. Zhang Jue took one and simply said to Chen Boqiao: "This one...is actually used by me. But it can also be used as an anesthetic. After the injection, after about 12 hours For a period of time, you lose your sense of touch and pain completely."

Zhang Jue pressed one end of the needle tube onto Chen Boqiao's arm, and the injection was automatically injected into Chen Boqiao's body.The potion took effect almost immediately.

"Do you still feel it?" Zhang Jue reached out to touch Chen Boqiao's forearm and asked him.

Chen Boqiao raised his hand to touch the leather steering wheel and plastic dashboard of the off-road vehicle, but he didn't feel anything. Only the resistance told him not to make any more fearless attempts.

"What kind of medicine is this?" He asked Zhang Jue.But compared to this question, he wanted to know why Zhang Jue needed to use this potion.

Zhang Jue's eyes wandered without answering, and he raised his hand to close the ice box.Chen Boqiao's hand was faster than Zhang Jue's, but he couldn't control the strength of his hand and pushed the ice box out.

The ice box fell from the storage table, and all the injections in the glass tube fell out.Both of them wanted to pick it up, but they bumped into each other in a hurry and didn't pick up one.The injections fell to the ground one by one with a crisp sound before being crushed by the heavy ice box.

Chen Boqiao looked down, and the blue liquid flowed all over the ground.

"..."

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, Chen Boqiao apologized to Zhang Jue as sincerely as possible: "I'm sorry."

"Is there a place to buy it?" Chen Boqiao tried hard to remedy it.

Zhang Jue didn't speak, his eyes were full of confusion and shock, as if he hadn't realized that the person he gave his life to save smashed all his important medicines.

"Why don't you tell me what it is, and I'll ask Pei Shu to get it for you." Chen Boqiao said again.

Zhang Jue didn't respond, Chen Boqiao stretched out his hand and waved in front of Zhang Jue: "Zhang Jue? Are you okay?"

Suddenly, there were some noises from the communicator, followed by noisy fighting and panting voices: "Sir, where are you? We can't hold on anymore and are about to retreat."