[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Huang pulled out a saber from his waist belt, walked over to help Yimulian cut the rope, and asked without beginning or end: "Is everything okay?"

Yimulian gritted his teeth and thought about it, swallowed the word "not so good" and said, "It's okay."

Huang gave a soft "Oh", waved at him, turned and left.

You can't say anything in front of people.Yi Mu Lian kept up, suddenly remembered something, looked back at the group of useless nobles, and searched the crowd to see if there were any familiar faces - although he only read it in the documents given by the White Tower, theoretically speaking, he Let the man dove.

The answer is no.Without any further hesitation, he quickly followed Huang's footsteps again.When the two returned to the car, Yimulian immediately discovered the truth—it turned out that the truth of Huang's "flash" show just now was this: the interior of a truck was transformed into a mini office, and the decoration was very careful. It is also very familiar. There is a sophisticated 3D projection equipment on the wall. The background of the building just now is reflected from here. It is difficult to detect the real one with the naked eye.

There is also an M82A1 in the car.

After taking a sniper shot, Huang returned to the car and conducted "negotiations" in the car. He seemed to stay at the scene confidently, but in fact he had already secretly gone outside the hotel, ready to give orders and rush in at any time.Finding ways to make the opponent underestimate the enemy has always been Huang's forte.

Huang believed that Yimulian could create an "imbalance point" and create an opportunity for the army to rush in.

Yimulian took a few deep breaths, but stared at the office for a while, and suddenly said, "Same as the one at home?"

"It's the same with the military department." Huang replied.

They're talking about the decor of the small mobile office inside the truck, which is the same in all three locations.Huang got used to this layout, and didn't like the new and dislike the old, so he kept copying the design.But this seems to be another matter in Yimu Lianyan's eyes. He thought for the best, maybe Huang was injured and went somewhere to heal his injuries. He just came back recently, and he hasn't had time to inform himself, but it doesn't seem to be the case ...Huang's mobile office is obviously not completed within a month or two, and it may have been completed when he disappeared half a year ago.

Marshal Huang is obviously very concerned about this place, not only the decoration, but the entire rear compartment is made of special materials, which is why Yimulian can't feel the pheromone of the people inside the car outside the car - a bit like the silence of the White Tower The room, the place where there is only white noise, is completely isolated from the inside and outside, which can effectively prevent the sentries from eavesdropping.

Yimulianyi was speechless for a while, found a seat and sat down, a little far away from Huang: "Is it a request from the military department?"

He immediately added another sentence: "If you can't say it, don't force it..."

It's not that it can't be said, but Huang doesn't know where to start.The result of the high-level discussions in the military department was to ask Huang to go to the border to deal with several large-scale arms smuggling cases. This matter involved the next-door federal country, so he left without much excitement.The cabinet rebellion also happened suddenly. If it wasn't for his agility, Huang would have been blown to pieces in the fire.

After waking up, he found that he had arrived at the secret base of the military department. The blood of the sentinel allowed him to recover quickly from his injuries, but one thing immediately aroused his suspicion-the guide in charge of his spiritual counseling was not Yimulian.He didn't agree, but picked up the guide element that he hadn't used for a long time.The spiritual connection was broken quickly, he couldn't feel Yimulian on the other end, but Huang still sent a letter back, he didn't know if Yimulian had seen it - these days, letters are the most primitive connection The method is the least likely to be monitored.

But obviously Yimulian didn't receive it, and I don't know which step went wrong.Yan Yanluo said that he had sent the letter to the marshal's mansion, but he didn't confirm it after that.

The frontier is indeed a frontier. In this era when people cannot live without modern technology, there is no internet in that poor place.Although it was later confirmed that it was caused by a signal jammer, how could the smugglers in the Commonwealth have such a generous hand?After further investigation, it was discovered that this actually involved the forces of the Federal Army, and even had something to do with the cabinet rebellion.

To be precise, he didn't choose to come back at this point in time.

Huang thought for a while and said: "The decision of the military department. Do you still remember the kidnapping case a year ago?"

Yimulian nodded, he would never forget that case.On the second day after Huang and Yimulian made their marriage contract public, a series of kidnappings took place in Wangdu. The targets were mainly students from aristocratic families. The kidnappers demanded a large amount of ransom and asked Yimulian to send them off by name—but Later that matter was properly resolved by Huang, and Yimulian thought it was over, but he didn't expect that there would be a follow-up.

Huang explained: "Out of suspicion, I asked Yan Yanluo to investigate. This group of people acted strangely and low-key, and only the outermost people were arrested, and the guide couldn't extract anything. Besides, the traces left were very It is difficult to track down. After half a month of in-depth investigation, it was discovered that there was a familiar face in that group."

Yimu Lian raised his eyes to look at him, as if he was not very interested in this matter.This is not the same as Yimulian's explanation, but he still nodded to express his understanding. Everyone understands a truth that career is the home of a man, and he is no exception.

Yimulian has the right to know these secrets, but he never asks, and after a clear "um", he doesn't continue.

But Huang didn't intend to hide it from him.

"Commander Snow Maiden of the Federation, do you still remember?"

Oh, that woman with icy blue hair is a sentinel with cool and unique makeup, and no one who has met her will ever forget it.Yimu let out an "hmm" and recalled that for a while, when the Federation was not yet the Federation, they met once at a ballroom dance in various countries. He was obviously a guide, but the female sentinel was very hostile to him.

Huang quickly interrupted his recollection: "That group met with Xuenv before, which means that this matter also involves the Federation."

Yimu paused for a moment: "I said earlier that the Federation has not completely let go. The peace treaty was only signed for the common people to see. Hidden arrows will eventually be hard to guard against."

"Yes. The military department means that I will solve this matter myself, and I will go there for more than half a year."

As soon as Huang finished speaking, he felt a series of strange eyes.

Could it be that Huang himself didn't know that he was "fake death"?The golden dragon appeared in the air without warning, hovering beside Yimulian, looking at Huang with a sad look in his eyes.

"What?" Huang looked over uncomfortably, wondering if he was being stared at by the dragon.

"It's okay." Yimulian said quickly.

How could it be all right?The appearance of the spiritual guide meant that Yimulian was a little emotional, but he didn't say anything.

Huang stopped talking, and sat in front of a pile of documents, feeling dizzy for a while.At this time, the communicator on the wall rang, Huang connected to the internal line, and Yan Yanluo's 3D projection image appeared in the car, and she has quickly completed all the things that the secretary should complete: "The prisoners have been detained in prison cars In the cage of the prison, three cars were sent to escort them, and they were sent directly to Port Arthur Prison?"

Yimulian looked at Huang quietly, Huang felt his gaze, and felt a little uncomfortable: "Three cars are not enough, be careful of carjacking, five cars, and prepare a fake one to go ahead and open the way."

Yan Yanluo responded, and the call ended.Huang refocused his attention on the report, and managed to live a good life without having to approve documents for half a year, and now it was over again.Although news silence is generally acquiesced in any country, since the Empire passed the Freedom of Speech Act, there are always some newspapers that don’t like the appearance of doing things according to conventions—tomorrow’s news may be how to write it.

What was written in the report was his reason for returning to the imperial capital this time.

After successfully catching the undercover lurking in the smuggling gang, they found out that they found an invitation letter from the royal family—like a ballroom dance among the nobles, and the nobles always like to engage in these imaginary things.Huang didn't pay much attention at first, and it was rare for him to go back to the imperial capital, but Yan Yanluo didn't allow him to run around, and kept waiting until the gangsters rushed into the Shenglu Hotel and took everyone present as hostages.

Huang originally wanted to wait and see the situation, wait for the gangster to make a phone call to clarify the purpose before taking action, until he saw the person that the leader was always looking at through the sniper eyepiece.

It's Yimulian.The guide admiral was much haggard, mixed in the crowd, Huang saw him at a glance, put on a solemn black suit with a rare glance, the suit jacket fell to the ground during the resistance to suppression, and the thin layer of shirt was slightly lowered. The thin bone frame is very clear.

Huang fired, and the 12.7mm large-caliber bullet escaped, and the head of the sentinel fell apart with one shot.The blood spray exploded on the other side of the M3 sniper eyepiece, and he was inexplicably relieved to see it.

Huang suddenly waved: "Come."

"Huh?" It took a while to understand.He took a long breath and adjusted his mood.But Jinlong couldn't hide his excitement, and circled around him twice.

He walked to the desk and bent down, the bitterness and grievances were quickly forgotten.Huang raised his head to meet the kiss, but no one tried to deepen it.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.

It's really like a couple, they look good.

Although very reluctant to part, but after the short-term mental connection ended, Yimulian wanted to take the lead in retreating, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a pair of round eyes looking at him from nose to nose distance!

Yimulian took a step back, only to belatedly realize that it was Huang's white dragon: "..."

Bai Long stared at him without squinting, obviously it should be scary, but it was inexplicably funny.

Huang stabbed the white dragon with an elbow, the white dragon roared, but did not disappear.

It’s quite interesting to say that the relationship between Yimulian and Jinlong is more like a close friend, but the relationship between Huang and Bailong is more unique——Yimulian sometimes sees a person and a dragon fighting in a pretentious manner, probably because Bailong’s expression is always Too much to beat.

Yimulian heard Huang scolding in his heart: What are you doing out here, rolling around, what are you looking at?

Being able to quarrel with his spiritual guide also reflects that Marshal Huang is different from ordinary people, Yimulian's nerves that had been tense all day finally loosened, and he started giggling.

Bailong couldn't beat the master, so he slipped away quickly, turning into a string of pheromones and disappearing into the air.

There was only laughter in the air for a while, and the eyes were like waking up from a dream, and immediately restrained the smile: "I didn't mean it."

He never peeped at the thoughts in Huang's mind, but after half a year, the familiar sentinel pheromone filled his mental barrier, and his subconscious let the pheromone reveal the sentinel's thoughts to him.Yimulian has always been very sensitive to Lei Chi, even though Huangxiang opened his mouth to say that it doesn't matter, the car that was moving smoothly suddenly came to a sudden brake.

Yimulian didn't stand firm, staggered, and crashed directly into Huang's arms.

Huang caught him and quickly dialed Yanyanluo's communication.The communication was connected to the internal channel of the military department. Yan Yanluo's GPS showed that the car she was in was less than 1000 meters in front of the truck. Maybe the brakes?

Yan Yanluo's gaze was a bit strange: "Marshal, something happened."

She didn't intend to show off, but she was out of breath and had to pause: "The guide... a resonance bomb suddenly exploded on his body, and he was killed."

Huang didn't find it strange, he just asked, "Are there any casualties?"

"No, in order to avoid accidents, everyone in the car is the guide except me." She said.This arrangement is reasonable, and it is not so easy for guides to influence each other unless there is a huge gap in strength.

Yimulian shouldn't have interrupted, but just turned his head in Huang's arms, as if he wanted to speak, Huang knew that he and Yimulian wanted to ask the same question: "Did you detect that he was carrying a resonance bomb?"

Yan Yanluo also felt strange about this matter: "After testing, he was even stripped naked in the car. Don't talk about bombs, even if they are hidden in ○○, they can be turned out. Even the general who slapped him It was quite heavy, he just woke up half a minute before the explosion, he was stunned for a while, and found that he was handcuffed on the prison car, and he was still trying to struggle, who knew that the explosion would explode as soon as he stood up."

Huang directly ignored a certain dirty word, said he got it, explained the follow-up work, told the secretary Yan Yanluo to take a good rest, and then hung up the phone.

Who moves and who dies?Huang had a clue - there was a female guide in the Federation, she was well protected by the Federation in its pocket like a baby, and even the news media never reported the existence of this person.However, there have always been rumors in the federal army that any captive or betrayer would not survive for three days, and they would be killed by the female guide's resonance bomb. The bomb seemed to appear out of nowhere, and it couldn't be stopped.

The federation finally made the killer.

Huang looked at the ceiling and sighed thoughtfully.It wasn't until Yimulian pulled his hand that he realized that he had held Yimulian in his arms from the very beginning... Yimulian's face was flushed, and he looked a little bit complaining.Huang Hou thought belatedly, no wonder Yan Yan Luo's eyes were so weird just now.

Even if it wasn't a pink and romantic hug, the bridge of the nose hit Huang's chest, it was so warm, and there was a sign of nosebleed at any time.

The two suddenly let go of their hands at the same time, their eyes and minds slammed for a moment, thinking that nosebleeds would spurt out, and they quickly covered their noses—it wasn't because of a bump, he was far less delicate...

It's just that he was surprised to find that Huang's heart was thumping, much faster than his own.

tbc

Preview:

Yimulian handed over a mobile phone with a few screenshots on it. The content was a post on an online forum where people all over the country mourned the death of Marshal Huang. To be moved.

*Note 1: Spirit guides are higher dimensional beings with self-awareness.When emotional, it is not controlled by the original owner.

*Note 2: The news is silent, and the national mass media will unanimously reserve the news of the high-level sentinel guides, and try their best to protect the private life and interests of this group of people.

*Note 3: It is considered a private setting. In theory, a spiritual connection does not require kissing, but...! ! !Let's take it as a kiss, just as a formal union must have sex [

*Note 4: The resonance bomb, from the "Victorian London Sentinels and Guides Observation Report", is a weapon aimed at the spirit of sentries and guides... Personally, I think it would be better to understand it as a mental shock