[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

The Empire's special plane landed at the Federal Elias Airport at dusk, and there were many sentinels and bodyguards on board, for fear that the Federation's people would change their minds at any time and meet each other at the airport.But fortunately, this situation did not happen, and the federal commander, Admiral Xue Nv, personally brought a group of ceremonial soldiers to welcome them.

Different from the heat of the imperial capital, the federal state is located on the west coast of the mainland, at a higher latitude, and there is still a biting cold wind blowing in this season.The cabin door opened, and someone had already prepared the stairs with the red carpet in advance. They lined up neatly to welcome them, and with a single glance, they swallowed the embarrassment they had been holding back for a long time, and walked down gracefully wearing a "borrowed" cloak He took off his gloves and shook hands with Xue Nu: "Hello, Miss Xue Nu, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Xuenv is good at hiding her emotions, so she handed over her hand: "Hello, Mr. Yimulian."

Her attitude was lukewarm, but the cold hand woke up Yimulian - he was a little airsick at first, and he tried his best to stuff mental hints into his consciousness cloud, so that he didn't feel bad about losing his composure.

"Mr. Huang, isn't it? Mr.'s name is also very popular in the Federation." She turned her gaze to Huang who came out behind Yimulian. Although her tone of voice did not fluctuate when mentioning the word "like thunderous ears", Huang could also feel it. Deep malice.

What is so thunderous, the names of the enemy's generals should all be notorious.

Huang Xiao didn't even smile, and didn't hide his hostility at all.

Xue Nu was not attached to him, and said coldly to Yimu Lian: "Mr. Lian's cloak belongs to Mr. Huang, right? Why, after taking over the position of Marshal, the Empire has no money to make you a tailor-made one?"

Modern society is really well-informed.With a smile on his face, he said in an official tone: "It's because of a good relationship."

Huang Wenyan stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, just like he pretended to be in front of the people of the empire half a year ago. Everyone knows that the chief husband and wife of the empire have a good relationship. If it weren't for the silence of the news, they would probably be able to invite them to the "Model" Husband and wife" program group.

Having not acted in front of people for a long time, Huang has not forgotten what to do.

Xue Nu gave a heavy "Oh" and bowed together with the guards of honor: "In short, the Federation welcomes you."

A quick glance back.

The relationship between the Imperial Federation is now tense, but the empire has to participate in this banquet under the banner of diplomacy. It cannot be allowed to win over the other three countries by the Federation, which will only make the already complicated situation worse at this time.After a series of discussions, Yimu Lian patted the epaulets and stood up to be a peacemaker: "Then I will go."

Going to the Federation during the war is still on the bright side, life is in danger at any time, and you may be assassinated.Not to mention that half of the people were opposed to going to the Hongmen Banquet, and even those who agreed to go to the banquet were unwilling to stand up on their own.He took office as a new official, and the seat is not yet hot. At this time, he will take the initiative to "send his death", and there are many people who are happy.

The ugly emotions of other people flooded into Yimulian's mind, he knew it, but he still didn't say anything.

Of course, Yimulian left after completing the follow-up tactical planning work, and Huang was not the only one traveling with him.After all, during the suspension inspection period, the empire specially sent a sentry to accompany him, and he called it "escort".

After getting on the plane and seeing people, Huang almost opened the cockpit.

Yasha's dress was still suave and suave, not at all what a soldier should look like, he slumped on the VIP seat and waved at them: "Aren't you surprised, are you surprised?"

Yimulian's only remaining eyes were about to fall off, and he quickly grabbed the sentinel who had already made a "hiss" beside him.

Huang always had an inexplicable hostility towards Yasha, and this impulse lasted less than a second. His strong self-control pulled him back in time, but failed to change his aggressive words: "I was fired from the military academy for harassing students. gone?"

Yasha was almost dumbfounded by these two people: "Yeah, fortunately, your military has discerning eyes."

Huabao and Bailong couldn't do anything in the narrow cabin, so they could only stare blankly, neither of them would give in to each other.

Fortunately, Yasha quickly found a way to divert the topic. He was forcibly transferred from the military academy by the military a few days ago because of emergency conscription. At that time, he should have thought that there would be no good job in such a hurry... No It was just a joke about Yimulian, the newly promoted Marshal has no airs at all, which is probably the only comforting thing: "Mr. Lian, your dress looks familiar."

Yimulian suddenly began to agree with Huang's way of throwing Yasha from the plane: "..."

To be honest, no one in the upper class would wear a dress repeatedly on important occasions without even thinking about it, but Huang's bank card was frozen after he was suspended for inspection.The so-called joint property of the husband and wife, there are joys and sorrows, and the monthly military salary has not been paid, and they have to be poor together. They go to Princess Kaguya Ji to eat and drink every day, so desolate that they can't even afford new clothes.

After the fire, there were so many new clothes added to the closet that they hadn't been worn. Marshal Lien, who was always thrifty, had no choice but to feel wronged.

He wore this black suit on the day of the "blind date", and Yasha really saw his own that night.In desperation, he dug out the formal suit from the closet that was saved by being sent to dry cleaning, pinched himself, and found that the clothes were tight, and he could even be lazy and not tie the belt.

…He was fed fat again, he kept losing weight in the past six months, and now he has finally returned to the level of six months ago.

Of course, in the end he still managed to borrow some money from Peach Blossom Demon, and he still couldn't afford to lose the face of the empire.

"Is there such a thing?" Yimulian bypassed Yasha and walked straight to the economy class.

Bailong shook his head gracefully, ignoring the mentally handicapped eyes of the leopard, and followed him.

shortage:"……"

Compared with hitting Yasha, he wanted to give Bailong a palm at that time.

The Federation sent a special car to pick them up. A black-haired man was sitting in the passenger seat. At first glance, he thought he was sent to watch them, but the man suddenly started to introduce them halfway: "The venue of the banquet is the most upscale hotel in the Federation. The Federation has put a lot of effort into this international ball, and I hope the three of you will not view this banquet with prejudice."

Yimulian couldn't help but look at the man.

The man is obviously a sentinel, with unique taste, and he is dressed in lush green, which is easy to recognize, and he was not standing in the line of ceremonial soldiers just now.

The man didn't mind his gaze at all: "I'm just reporting, and I will be searched before entering the hotel."

This reminder is meaningless to the Federation, and they don't need to do anything extra.Why help yourself?Yimu said calmly and authentically, thank you for the reminder.The situation is clear, in order not to be discovered by the green-clothed sentinel, relying on the cloak to cover him, he stretched his hand behind Huang's waist and touched it - there was indeed a handy gun there, Huang usually put the holster on his waist, this time it was also No exception.The handle of the gun is very familiar, it is the modified Type 92.

No wonder there are always rumors on the Internet that the former Marshal Huang has a hunchbacked back. It turns out that Huang Lao hides weapons behind his waist... It was a saber before, but this time it is a real gun.

Yimu thought about it, and planned to slowly withdraw his hand... Although it was the answer he had guessed a long time ago, just as he was thinking about it, Huang suddenly grabbed his hand as if his hair had exploded.

Yimulian was taken aback, Huang let go of his hand immediately, and the two stared at each other, both wanting to ask each other "what are you doing".

——If you carry a gun, let me know at least!

——Why are you touching me all of a sudden!

Fortunately, Yasha was sitting next to him. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the green-clothed sentinel, Yasha bit the bullet and became a "bad guy" again: "What are you little lovers doing in front of others? Don't go too far." !"

"Sorry." Yimulian hurriedly stepped down the steps.

He turned his head away in a hurry, and seemed to see something for a moment. Before he could think about it, he turned back suddenly and saw that it was true...

Mr. Huang, the old driver who was not flushed and heartbeat during the kiss, unexpectedly had an imperceptible blush on his cheeks.

In less than half an hour's drive, Yimulian felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. As soon as the car stopped, he pushed Yasha out of the car two or three times, and jumped off himself.

Yasha yelled, "Why are you in a hurry, your family is not in a hurry yet!"

Yimu Lian ignored Yasha, panicked in his heart—he understood Huang’s risky approach, they couldn’t really defend themselves on the federal land without carrying any weapons, the original intention of the federation to hold the banquet was ulterior motives, a piece of agreement to guarantee the safety of life was not Can't really protect anything... At least for the people of the empire, it would be too stupid to really believe in that thing.

A gun that is used to face emergencies is absolutely indispensable.

But whether it can escape this check is the question.

Commander Xuenv, who was one step ahead, stood at the door, and she kept a close eye on Mulian. The guide was undoubtedly the key object of care during the sentry inspection, and he was also the one with the highest probability of carrying a weapon among the three.The sentinel's intuition made her tense up, and she did not hesitate to act as a "body searcher" instead of an ordinary sentinel guard.

Yasha was wearing too little clothes, and there was really no place to hide her things. She glanced at him in disgust before letting go, and said to Yimu: "Mr. Lian, please forgive me if I offend you."

"fine."

Yimulian opened her arms, and Xue Nu took the infrared scanner and scraped down his spine, checking all the way to his ankle, but the alarm didn't go off. She scanned it again in disbelief, but the alarm was still silent.

"Can you hurry up?" Huang asked impatiently.

Xue Nu rolled her eyes, the possessiveness of the bonded sentry is really annoying, no matter what country it is.

"Let me see." The green-clothed sentinel also got out of the car, and came over to propose to Xue Nu.

Xuenv nodded. She remembered his mechanical S score when he joined the army. Maybe someone tampered with it. In front of other sentries, she couldn't check it too carefully.

The sentry in green fiddled with Yimulian for a while: "No problem."

Xuenv took it back and glanced at Yimo without giving up, but the siren still didn't go off: "Mr. Lian is so self-conscious, I was worrying too much."

"It should." Yimulian said calmly.

She gave up, and turned her attention to Huang's ankle-length military coat: "Mr. Huang, please."

Huang and Yimu looked at each other, and got a reassuring look: "Yes."

He didn't take off his woolen coat without further ado. Anyway, all camouflage in front of the infrared scanner was useless—now he could only trust Yimulian.

Xue Nu is relatively confident in her ability to resist interference from guides, but she has no confidence in the face of Yimulian.What is the ability of this person who is privately praised as the "chief guide" by the people of the empire? Is he really worthy of this title?But Yimulian is now the marshal, and his strength must not be underestimated.

The alarm did not go off.

Xuenv tried again in the same way, but she still got the same result, so she had to give up: "It seems that I am too sensitive, please don't mind. The Federation warmly welcomes you, and I hope you can have a good time here time."

She walked away quickly, wishing she could call her lord right away and say: Your script must be wrong!

She was still fantasizing about what she could find out, so that she could accuse the two of them casually and be executed on the spot. How could she let go of such an opportunity at the right time and place... But the two of them were so self-conscious, exactly as her lord expected. no the same!

Yimu let out a long sigh, and actually escaped.There is a high probability that Xuenv will be on guard. It is too difficult to attack Xuenv, so it is better to turn the finger on the green-clothed sentry in the car.He used mental suggestion and ordered the other party to find an opportunity to come out and destroy the scanner. At least in terms of the results, they succeeded.

It's just that he didn't know that even if he didn't order it, the green-clothed sentinel would do it.

After all, they serve the same purpose.

The waiter at the front desk took them to the assigned room, Huang asked for a map, and went to survey the terrain in advance.Yimulian didn't stop him, knowing in his heart that it was to avoid embarrassment - of course there was only one big bed in the room, they had been "separated" for so long, and they were finally forced to lie together... Yimulian didn't know whether he should be happy or not, Dumbfoundingly, before Huang came back, he planned to throw away all the special supplies that were routinely placed in the hotel in advance.

The sequelae of airsickness came back after being forcibly suppressed for an hour. With some headaches, he threw away a few boxes of covers and a few bottles of strange liquids. He took the bathrobe prepared by the hotel and prepared to take a shower before going to rest. After standing for a while, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Huang came back so quickly? !

Yimulian was extremely embarrassed, his body was so wet that he didn't have time to dry it off, so he quickly wrapped up his bathrobe and cautiously glanced out through the cat's eye—it wasn't Huang standing outside the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the door anyway, separated by a safety chain.No matter how bad it is...the alarm is right by the door, he can press it anytime if there is any problem.

"Hello." A man with strange makeup stood outside the door, a sentinel.This sentinel has a very "special" aesthetic. He wears purple lipstick, and he thinks of Hongye for no reason at a glance, and the bottle of lipstick made of human body fat that was found on Hongye.Is your federal taste so unique?It was hard for him not to look at each other with strange eyes, but he held back.

He smiled as friendly as possible, although the unexpected visit of the federal sentry made him a little uneasy, but he still politely released the reassuring mental tentacles and responded with a "hello"... until he saw the sentry Behind him, a dragon covered in purple and black scales.

His smile froze.

tbc