this agent is not very good

With a stabbing sound, the pocket of the black-bottomed gold-edged silk nightgown was torn open by Fu Chengfeng, revealing a bomb with red and blue lines and a countdown panel.On the countdown panel, the words "High-powered non-combatants ahead, please evacuate quickly" floated continuously from right to left.The hostage sat quietly in the transparent bathtub, and the torn nightgown barely covered the non-essential parts.There was no movement of breathing in the chest, and the body was as stiff as if it had been filled with cement.The hostage's head was wrapped in a birdcage-style retro veil studded with red diamonds. The countless diamond facets met the sunlight coming in from the window, reddening the entire bathroom.

Fu Chengfeng sat cross-legged next to the hostage, bent so hard that he could eat his own chicken.

"Do you know how long we've been sitting here?" He moved the bomb tied to the hostage's groin, twisted the red and blue wires, and said suddenly.

"It's been a long time." The voice came out of his own mouth, with tiredness.

After a sigh, he turned his head and looked at the little robot folded on the edge of the bathtub. The belly of the little robot showed 11.6580556h, and the numbers behind it were constantly flipping.Fu Chengfeng froze for a moment in surprise, and replied to himself: "It's pretty much the same!"

When he turned his head, the tendons in his neck twisted around his spine and he jumped down his lower body, and he involuntarily let out a "hiss...".

"Ass sore?" he asked himself.

Click, the wire is cut into two pieces.

"No, it's all sour in two." He said pretending to be delicate.

"Oh, just get used to it." There was helplessness in his tone.While opening the small black box that connects the wires, I asked myself: "Are you not sore at all?"

"It's sour, it's so sour that it's numb, and it's so numb that I can't feel sour." Immediately afterwards, he said a few words to himself: "Oh, if I sit down again, my peach should become a flat peach That’s it. Then change the posture. How to change it, the current posture is the easiest to operate.”

The sun began to heat up, and the bright red flames danced all over Fu Chengfeng's body, just like his profession, which made people's blood boil."NTR Secret Service" is engraved in bronze on the metal hood cape of the solid black hoodie.The clothes and the big pants he wore were all products produced by his company.It is low-key, not luxurious, and has no connotation.But it looks very stylish on him.

In the bathroom, apart from the sound of metal colliding slightly, it was just a small breath after holding your breath for a long time.After staying in one place for a long time, I started to feel dizzy and achy all over.He could only continue talking to himself, trying to gather the broken thoughts back into his head.

"Don't shake. I don't want to. I pulled it out. You pull it out quickly. You are sucking there, how can I pull it out. Oh."

The stabilizer attached to the fuze was removed, and the bomb was successfully dismantled and removed from the hostage.

"Dongdong, make arrangements." Fu Chengfeng said weakly.

After a sound of zipping, the disused bomb was thrown back into the stomach of the little robot.The little robot said, "Congratulations to Agent Fu Chengfeng, the 53768th safe detonation." While lazily pulling his belly up.In less than a minute, a cylindrical battery fell out of the exhaust port of the robot.

Dongdong is the name of this little robot.Its appearance is like a wax gourd with white and green inside, which can be stretched and bent, soft and hard.There is a butter-colored 2B eraser stuck on the antenna in the middle of the head.It is Fu Chengfeng's all-round little assistant, a nanny who is gently called around at home, and a partner who is gracefully instructed outside.

Fu Chengfeng rubbed his eye sockets, and took a sip of the water bag straw tied to his arm.The water bag is not filled with ordinary water, but wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea that can counteract the harm of staying up late.

He looked at the hostage's mask and asked, "Dongdong, am I about to have a split?"

Dongdong picked up the battery that fell beside him and licked it: "250% of people who are engaged in stimulating work like to talk to their own zero souls. According to the latest research, people who like to talk to themselves tend to be more focused. You can complete tasks faster, which is a sign of high IQ. But given that your IQ is only [-], Ci thinks that your current situation can’t be called talking to yourself, but should be called self-sufficiency.”

After a pause for not a second, Dongdong continued: "Oh, no, self-attack and self-sufficiency have been classified into the category of split personality by metaphysicians. Your psychological measurement results show that you only have one personality, so what about your current situation? It is most likely caused by pain in the egg caused by non-physical impact. Therefore, Ci thinks that you still have a long way to go before you have a perfect score."

After speaking, it continued to lick the battery.

Alas, in this life, I'm going to die without even having sperm, I'm really not reconciled.Fu Chengfeng touched the red diamond on the hostage's mask, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Seeing that the god has become an adult, he was knocked back to his original form by Dongdong's sudden reminder: "The stalemate agent for the hostages will start to fail in 3 minutes, please hurry up and dismantle the bomb."

Fu Chengfeng opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the bombs tied to the important parts of the hostages, and sighed in his heart: Why do kidnappers like to tie the smallest one in this position... Sigh... Take it apart...

The hostage sat motionless. Before the stalemate agent expired, he was a stone man who had both acupuncture points and sleeping pills administered.

Break the wire first, and then dismantle the fuse. Today's bombs are not a product of this era, but he is very familiar with them. If it is not limited by the position, he can completely disassemble them blindly.

The sun is gradually shifting and falling, the dimming light in the peripheral vision and the dissipating temperature on the cheeks seem to trigger Fu Chengfeng's resentment for life and death.He whispered to the hostage: "Hostage, do you know what kind of bomb I am dismantling that is tied to your body? CP bomb, CP bomb! Do you know what happens to those who have dismantled the CP bomb? They all die." It's gone, they're all dead!"

This is true.According to records, people who dismantle the CP bomb will die six days later due to various ridiculous reasons.Whether it is a coincidence or a curse, no one can tell.

"The stalemate agent has begun to fail, the hostage has awakened, please dismantle the bomb as soon as possible." Dongdong said lazily.

The hostage's body began to become soft, and his breathing gradually became rapid. It may be that after regaining consciousness, he began to be afraid.

To comfort or to comfort or not to comfort... Fu Chengfeng struggled for a while, and decided to comfort him: "Hostage, don't be afraid, I have brother here, your life is worth enough for me."

The hostage did not answer.Although the body is no longer stiff, but still unable to move.Only after the stalemate agent has completely expired can a person move.It takes 15 minutes from start to finish.Although the body cannot move, the eyes can be opened and closed to see, and the mouth can be opened and closed to speak.He looked through the gap of the veil, the red net veil and the red firelight added an extra dreamy soft light effect.

The hostage squinted his eyes, trying to see a vague shape.The only thing that was certain was that the man who helped him defuse the bomb had a black gradient cropped cut and a pair of fast hands with distinct knuckles.

Fu Chengfeng lowered his head and was busy working. Seeing that the hostage hadn't made a sound for a long time, he wanted to continue to find some topics to relieve the hostage's pressure.

"Hostage, although I can't see or look at your face, I think you must be looking at me. What to do, I'm a little nervous, your perspective, that filter, I'm really worried that you will be so handsome by me."

The hostage still didn't answer...

"Hostage, talk to me."

still no answer...

"Hostage, you know, if it's too quiet, I will be hard, because your panting sound is too colorful."

no answer...

"Hostage, do you know what I'm thinking now? I'm thinking, what should I do if you get tough."

Talking to himself for a long time, he didn't relieve his pressure, but added a lot of psychological burden to himself.Just keep your mouth shut.

"Dongdong, make arrangements."

"Congratulations to Agent Fu Chengfeng, the 53769th safe detonation."

Finally, the bomb on the egg was removed.

"I...I want to go to...toilet..."

Before he finished stretching, he was given a body by a weak but calm sentence.

Fu Chengfeng withdrew his arms, turned his neck, twisted his waist, and his bones rattled.

"I was scared to death. I thought you were going to say 'I want to fuck you'." He replied to the hostage's words, while thinking that the man finally spoke. Could it be that he was suffocated just now and didn't want to speak?

He rubbed his wrist and asked the hostage: "Small or big?"

"Little..." There was a soft sound, but it was hard to tell whether it was shyness or weakness.

The bomb strapped to the hostage's waist was a guy who couldn't stand a big movement. Fu Chengfeng poked the hostage's arm, and the skin rebounded very slowly: "The medicine is gone. You can't move now. Even if you can move, you can't move." Don’t move too much, just pee like this.”

"Just pee like that?!" The hostage suddenly regained his confidence, with surprise, and his voice was much louder than before.

Fu Chengfeng looked at the bathtub drain less than ten centimeters away from the hostage, and gestured: "Yes, I will help you to make sure it is aligned with the bathtub drain."

Before the words were finished, the hostage said, "Don't! There is a new trash can in the cabinet behind you on the right. You put some paper towels in it, then wash your hands, and help me clean it."

Fu Chengfeng pondered for a while, anyway, the last bomb had to be removed, so it didn't hurt to get up and walk around.

He got up slowly, squeezed his thighs and buttocks, turned his ankles, and lifted the shorts that fell below the groin to his waist.With one step of the right leg and one heel of the left leg, step out of the bathtub and go straight to the cabinet.I took the trash can, unpacked it, tore up some toilet paper and threw it in.

He didn't hear the sound of washing his hands, but he heard footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and saw a hand stretching down his crotch through the net.The hostage was in a hurry: "I'll let you wash your hands! Use hand sanitizer!"

Fu Chengfeng didn't understand the meaning, and quickly replied: "The new trash can, the packaging just opened, I don't think it's dirty."

The hostage eased his tone: "It's better to wash it, the courier is all dust."

This hostage is quite considerate of me.Come on, wash one.

Fu Chengfeng rubbed his hands with lather, and rushed casually. He took three paper towels and returned to the hostage while wiping his hands.Throwing the paper towel into the trash can, pinching the chicken with one hand and grabbing the bucket with the other: "Okay, pee."

The hostage said anxiously, "Don't stare at it, okay..."

Fu Chengfeng was not timid, he opened his mouth and praised: "It's the first time in my life I've seen you with beautiful long legs."

After draining the water, the hostage said softly, "Wipe it for me."

Fu Chengfeng has never wiped his urine before. When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment: "Wipe? This... Shaking and shaking is not enough. I will help you. I don't think it's dirty."

The hostage hurriedly said: "Don't! Don't shake! There are paper towels on the table, just take a few more, stack them up, and just wipe them clean."

The paper towels are on the sink, and I have to step out again.Fu Chengfeng thought it was troublesome, so he casually took the small square towel that was folded on the small round platform next to the bathtub, and was about to wipe it off, when the hostage shouted: "Paper towel! It's not a towel!"

Fu Chengfeng said, "Hi, they're all the same."

"No! It's not the same! It's not the same...then...that towel is for my little panda." The hostage said anxiously.

"Is that... a panda??? Not a raccoon?" Fu Chengfeng looked in surprise at the cute creature hanging on the wall lamp in the bathroom, with its body stretched out, its limbs hanging in the air, its head tilted, its eyes squinted and its tongue sticking out.When he first entered the bathroom, that guy was lazy on the wall lamp. More than ten hours later, it was still in that position.

"It's the little panda! My pet is Xiaoqian."

"Xiaoqian?" Fu Chengfeng stepped out of the bathtub, took out a tissue, and hooked his middle finger at Xiaoqian, "I think you need to do a paternity test for Xiaoqian, he looks too different from a giant panda gone."

"...The little panda and the giant panda are two different kinds of animals!" The hostage said impatiently, "Can you wipe me off quickly!"

"Oh." Fu Chengfeng saw that he was anxious, and before stepping into the bathtub, he stuck a paper towel on the hostage's chicken head.

"You just drew one! And it didn't stack!" Although the words came out, it was too late.

Fu Chengfeng stepped into the bathtub, took down the tissue, and threw it into the trash can.Looking back, I said with embarrassment, "Uh... um... there's a little bit of paper towel... stuck to... um... the water outlet... I'll help you get rid of it."

"Don't! Don't touch it!"

Stopping words can never catch up with hardworking hands.

"...You actually use your hands!" The voice of the hostage trembled.

Fu Chengfeng sat cross-legged behind the hostage as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, I don't think it's dirty. And you are the most complete, clean and delicious hostage I have ever met. I will continue to dismantle it."

The bathroom suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that people felt that their hearts were hollowed out.Time passed slowly with this silence.The fiery red sun outside the window, as if drunk, was smoky and sinking.The sunset is fast, in the blink of an eye.Bomb disposal is very slow, you can't blink...

Fu Chengfeng suddenly couldn't remember what day it is today, so he asked the hostage: "Hostage, do you know what day it is today?"

"I don't know!" The hostage replied angrily.

"What day do you think it is today?" Fu Chengfeng was still calm.

"You didn't hear what I said just now, so you don't know!" The hostage followed up, very forcefully.

Fu Chengfeng could tell that the hostage was a little angry and impatient, but he had never seen any kind of hostage before. This was pretty good, he could talk, have emotions, and his thinking was very clear.Fu Chengfeng followed the hostage's back and said, "I heard that, but what I asked was 'what do you think'."

"It's a full stop!" The hostage replied angrily.

After 1 minute, the stabilizer was unlocked and the last bomb was successfully defused.

"Dongdong, make arrangements."

"Congratulations to Agent Fu Chengfeng, the 53770th safe detonation. All the bombs on the hostages have been removed. It is now 4:58 pm, and they are connecting to the safe zone."

It's finally finished...

Fu Chengfeng leaned back: "What did you just say? Is there a period?"

He looked at the hostage's back, a few pieces of cloth hung with silk, and a few red marks pressed by the bomb. This kidnapper must be a careless person.Some of the bullets were tied against the flesh, and some of the bullets were tied through the clothes. It was a pity that such a luxurious nightgown was torn into tatters by myself.But after savoring it carefully, is it a pity?It seems... It seems that it is very sexy.He continued meaningfully: "Yes...the period is over."

The right hand unconsciously rested on the right shoulder of the hostage, and slowly touched the muscles of the shoulder and neck.

"What are you doing..." The hostage's voice trembled.

Fu Chengfeng didn't answer, his right hand slid across the red mark on the back of the hostage's neck, stroked a few locks of hair falling out of the mask, stopped on the left shoulder, and touched the Adam's apple along the collarbone, and the man moved to the front of the hostage.He stood and bent down, with his right hand supporting the edge of the bathtub, his left hand went up along the hostage's neck, and touched into the hostage's mask...