[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

In the middle of the banquet, the screen that was originally used to display the old photos of the nobles lit up a ridiculously bright smiling face—more like a sneer. The marshal seemed to have no idea how badly he was mourned by the people of the entire empire, and the brow was still the same as before. I have a well-thought-out plan.His voice was colder than usual: "The mob without command, the leader is dead, I suggest you disarm and surrender."

But things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. This army, who had been secretly planning for today, was very mature, and had already prepared solutions to unexpected situations in advance.Yimulian's back froze, and suddenly there was an inexplicable uneasiness.

But he had no room to struggle—his hands were tied behind his back, and soldiers were still surrounding the door, so he couldn't run far.

Although there are too many people in the nobles who are greedy for life and afraid of death, there are also many graduates of military academies. They started to resist with the company of their partners, but they were quickly suppressed back in an orderly manner.In order to prevent accidents, a body search is required when entering the banquet, and no one is allowed to bring in anything that may become a weapon.The reinforcements were blocked outside the hotel, and a gun battle had already started, so they couldn't get in for the time being.

For a moment, Yimulian couldn't figure out what it meant to control these lazy nobles who had no reputation, but soon he saw a row of guns pointing at him.

He glanced at the bandit leader who was apparently dead in a pool of blood, half understanding.

"Take back your mental tentacles, if you dare to move, someone will shoot you." He couldn't hear the voice clearly, but he could clearly see the mouth shape of the person threatening him, "The leader is dead, don't think I'm dead!" dare not."

There is a gun against his back, about 5.8mm, small caliber.But the muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at his heart, and if he received a bullet at close range, even the sentinel would not be able to escape death.

Yimulian straightened his back and did nothing.

The person who threatened him was very satisfied with his reaction that he didn't stand up to resist, and said loudly: "Marshal Huang, I think you may have to think about it... They say that the relationship between the model whistle and husband and wife is very good, and we can't hurt the Marshal. , but what would happen if it was Admiral Yimulian who was stabbed? It must have been cut physically and mentally!"

Yimulian felt sick to his stomach when he heard this, but he didn't feel that the person who said it was malicious.

He had an intuition that even if he turned around and wrestled with the other party, the other party would not really kill him.

In the picture on the screen, Huang is still standing in place, and the background is still a sniper spot on a tall building.Huang is always very confident in his combat arrangements, and he didn't even go to the scene in person—Yi Mulian could feel that the pheromone of the secretary, Ms. Yan Yanluo, was within [-] meters, but she didn't rush in. just as dangerous.

Yimulian knew that he and Huang had not formally combined, so the so-called living together and dying together naturally did not exist.Huang can ignore this trivial threat, and just wait for a while for reinforcements to rush in from outside, and he's done.

Huang's smiling face gradually froze: "What do you want?"

Yimulian smelled the smell of rage, and he didn't rely on the ability of the guide to understand Huang's every move, even if the only "connection" was broken, it didn't matter.The Sentinel Marshal often lost his temper, but if he was really angry, the anger would never be written on his face like it is now.The last time Yimulian saw his expression like this, Huang vented his desire to shop all afternoon before venting his anger. Yimulian looked at a room full of new furniture and didn't know what to comfort him.

Huang always restrained his desire to destroy—the irritability written on the Sentinel's DNA gene was not so easy to restrain, but at this time Yimulian felt it in him.

Although the situation is critical, the funny picture of Huang hanging up the opponent and beating him still keeps appearing in Yimulian's mind.

The bandit leader No. [-] saw that the threat was a bit useful, and his momentum was instantly full: "It is said that the sentinel who is a dead guide is a person waiting to die, but the guide who is a dead sentinel can still remarry. I really don't know who is more noble these days ...Ha ha! To show sincerity, the Marshal should retreat first."

"Retreat? Where do you think you can escape to?" Huang sneered, never looking at Yimulian.

It was clear at a glance, and he suddenly raised his neck.

This action caught Huang's attention. Huang understood the code, and his eyes became firm again: "It's just an ordinary guide, don't endure the pain of losing the sentinel so desperately, but it's just impossible to escape."

All students who come out of the Imperial Military Academy know that there are specific codes in each unit—for example, the sentinel lowers his head, and the guide raises his head, which are used to convey the enemy's identity information to companions outside the range of pheromone perception, in order to find the best Breakthrough and negotiation methods. After "marrying" into the military department, no matter what their private relationship is, as the guide of the marshal, they must follow him everywhere. Naturally, they know the special rules, and they have long been proficient in it, and they can easily do it at their fingertips.

However, Huang's judgment was very accurate. Those who could stand up immediately after the death of the leader must not be ordinary people.If Yimulian's prompt is: This is a guide, then it is likely to be the guide of the sentinel who just died.

This guide is not an ordinary person. During the conversation with Huang, he was able to distract himself and monitor Yimulian's movements, so as not to let him take advantage of it. Hearing this, he laughed loudly: "Marshal Huang, have you forgotten your important guide, Mr. Are you still a hostage in my hands?"

Huang slightly frowned.

It was such a bad reunion, I thought about it.

Yimulian pushed his back back, and through a thin layer of shirt material, he could feel the coldness of the muzzle, which helped him think.If there is something that can shock this guide and distract him for a moment...

Yimulian suddenly looked at Huang on the screen.The difference from just now is that Huang no longer has a face that has suddenly cooled down, as if he has entered a freezer, and a faint smile appears on the corner of his mouth again.Huang glanced at it contemptuously: "Since your thoughts are so meticulous, why do you have the illusion that I will leave a weakness for you?"

The guide immediately restrained his complacency: "What do you mean... you!"

What else could it mean? The guide is far behind the sentry in terms of physical fitness. Without the protection of the sentry, it is not too much to say that the guide will become the weakness of the sentry. Outside, I don't know why I "play dead" for so long, can it still be an ordinary sentinel-guide relationship?

You are not bonded at all!

The guide was a little flustered for a moment, because Huang's expression really looked like he didn't care.

It's just a play, don't the two play too little?

It's time to look at each other, and the hands that had been tied behind their backs suddenly moved.He twisted his wrist violently, retracted his hand, and quickly touched the gun behind his back. The gun was very miniature for easy carrying. He wrapped the muzzle of the gun tightly with his palm, blocking the palm In front of the crossing where a shot may burst out at any time, the worst case is to catch a shot with the metacarpal bone, and will not suffer other serious injuries.

His mental tentacles moved faster, the moment the guide was shocked by the "truth", he re-opened the mental barrier, first isolated his thoughts to avoid being spied on, and then attacked the guide, time is precious, even if he can It's good if the opponent's thinking force blows up a small gap!

The guide was stunned and reacted quickly, but he didn't shoot. When people are extremely nervous and affected by the stress response, they always give priority to protecting themselves. The guide immediately mobilized his mental power to try to protect his brain .

However, this is all in vain. The guide just died with the paired sentinel, and the pheromone is disordered. that is……

Victory is decided!

Yimulian nimbly invaded the guide's mental barrier, and used the moment when the other party resisted his invasion, he pushed forward with his tied hands, and broke the fragile wrist with his metacarpal bones.

——The guide who has lost the protection of the sentry is like this, there is no room for struggle in close combat, even if the opponent is only a guide.

"Ah!" The guide wailed in pain, and soon, with the help of the pain, Yimulian captured the mental barrier, fell to the ground and passed out.

Yimulian panted, and then turned around, Huang was no longer on the screen.He could feel where Huang was—even though his mental connection had been cut off for more than half a year, he still remembered Huang's pheromone smell very clearly.Huang is not on the sniper position of a certain high-rise building, but just outside the hotel door, and is approaching.

He was worried that the guide would discover his intention to resist, so he automatically blocked the pheromone until just now.

The people who suppressed the other nobles immediately came over and took him down again. Rescue was approaching. If Yi Mulian didn't struggle, it would only increase the wounds. After all, no one could be sure what the desperate gangsters would do.Surprisingly, just like the guide just now, no one made any move to hurt him... Even if he knew that this guide would be a troublemaker as long as he was awake, he didn't bite the bullet and slap him unconscious for fear of slapping him. Something went wrong.

There was the sound of a gun battle outside the door, and Yimulian listened carefully, fearing that the pheromones of the sentinels he was familiar with would explode in the air filled with the smell of blood.Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. Huang rushed in with a team of counter-strikes in uniforms of special forces. First, they threw special smoke bombs that shielded the Sentry's pheromone perception. The sniper Xiaoxiao fired a few shots, and the gangsters in the banquet hall fell to the ground in their dying struggle.

Yimulian's mental protection net told him that there was no threat around, but he was still worried. He took out a gun from a gangster's corpse and pointed it at the fainted guide, so he felt relieved.

His thoughts were in a mess, and his usually sensitive mind turned out to be blank.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Huang was still wearing the military uniform specially made for the marshal that disappeared in the parliament hall half a year ago, holding an M416 casually in his hand, with gunpowder still smoking from the muzzle.I haven't seen her for half a year, Huang is still so radiant, there is no big change, but the hair has been piled up and tied into a braid, and there is a bit of playful joy, but it is a little strange.

However, the majesty of the marshal was not affected by his hair style. Huang frowned, and gave an order: "Catch those who are alive, and then save the hostages."

The hostages refer to those nobles, because Yimulian is out of control.Huang looked at Yimulian, Yimulian happened to be looking at him too, and the two looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

But the embarrassment is only momentary, in front of the public, no matter what, you have to put on a show.Huang walked over, closely followed by the secretary Yan Yanluo, who quickly detained the unconscious guide, her movements were very capable and rough, when a tube of inhibitor was poked down, the guide's hand was blue .She signaled to Yimulian that she could relax, and then Yimulian put away the gun and stood up unsteadily.

Huang ordered: "Make sure this person is alive, and I will interrogate him myself when he wakes up."

Yan Yanluo replied: "Yes." After speaking, he backed out with the people on his shoulders.

Yimulian opened his eyes wide, looking at Huang who was more than a head taller than him, and didn't know what to say for a moment.His heart was full of emotion—you are not dead, it’s great.After thinking about it, I sighed to myself again: Then what are my sorrows and sorrows?Is it in vain?And the ever-burning lamp that has not been extinguished to this day, is that just a joke?

Why didn't you tell me you didn't die?

He was suddenly a little thankful that he was the guide among the lovers, and Huang, who was a sentinel, might never know it for the rest of his life.

tbc

Preview:

A light kiss did not contain too much pheromone flavor, but the spiritual light chain came together when they reunited after a long absence, and finally entangled together like glue.