[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

May I ask, how much money is spent to bury the chief lackey of the empire is the most cost-effective?

Federal soldiers will answer responsibly: any price is worth it.

Yimulian threw away the heavy grenade gun in his hand, and leaped up to the closet vigorously by the fulcrum hooked on the wall hanger. A mighty row of photon mines almost exploded behind him, emitting a dazzling flash, but a little No sound came out, he had already seen how awesome this thing was.The closet almost turned over. He regained his footing and looked back to confirm the situation—the general situation is that he doesn't need to go to the barber shop again this month, and the end of his hair has been cut a lot.

This is also thanks to Hongye's previous "assault training". This mine-clearing battle is much more luxurious than before. A large row of bombs comes here as if it doesn't cost money. If you are rubbed by the explosion range, half of your arms are probably gone now. , It's hard to say whether people are alive or not.

The people in the Federation are obviously very obsessed with "bringing the corpse back". First they fired submachine guns, and then they attacked with photon mines. Yimulian has been safe until now. Half of it is luck, and it is also thanks to finding a suitable bunker. I'm afraid that the grenade will be directly loaded next.

There is no way out.

They left no one alive, and there was no way for him to retreat.

Yimulian jumped down to pick up the grenade gun that rolled to the side of the wall and nearly exploded, and immediately jumped back to the cabinet, raised his hand and fired in the direction of the photon thunder.

The recoil of the grenade hit his back against the wall, and his back was aching. He gritted his teeth and listened carefully to the sound, but he really couldn't accurately judge how many enemies were outside the door like the sentinel.

Long-distance gun battles are the guide's weakness. Mental hints can't be reached, and the response speed of the sentries is extremely fast. Most sentries will start to evade the bullets the moment he raises the muzzle. No matter how fast the bullets fly, It didn't work... The grenade exploded not far from the door, and this time he couldn't even smell the despair of any casualties in the air.

There is only one emotion in the air.

——Proud to be about to wipe out the former federal undercover and now the traitor.

…Let’s not talk about whether they denied the wrong person. If he died now, Huang, who was still sleeping soundly, would die along with him. Probably never thought that "Huang" could be beaten down so easily!

Neither side made a sound. He wasn't sure if the other party could hear his own heartbeat clearly. If he could, then he was no different from running naked now.

The grenade he had predicted was coming soon, and this bullet must have aimed very accurately at his heart.

He has this "confidence".

The grenade will trigger a series of explosions, and this small broken house will be blown up soon, but before that... the grenade is fired from a gun after all, although it takes a long time to reload, the speed and power of short-distance bullets are absolutely unacceptable. underestimate.For a guide, it is generally hopeless when they hear the trigger of the grenade gun being pulled, and it is difficult to escape the explosion range of the grenade based on their reaction speed alone.

In terms of reaction speed alone...

Yimulian suddenly let go of the strength supported on the top of the closet. Under the attraction of the acceleration of gravity, he quickly fell out of the explosion range of the grenade. He had never found Mother Earth's embrace so fascinating. The moment he landed , the closet was blown to pieces, and the charred pieces were blown away and hit him, which still hurt a little.

He jumped up like a carp. This wall is obviously the pioneer of the bean curd dregs project. A grenade is enough to blow it out of a big hole. He pushed away the burning wardrobe and got into it without thinking. Behind that hole.

Sure enough, the pursuers rushed in by the explosion of the grenade. Behind him was the noise of submachine gun bullets being chased into the wall. The wall was probably already potholed. He roughly looked around. , He retracted into a place that seemed to be the safest with the grenade gun in his arms.Behind the safe.

Generally speaking, when soldiers face encirclement and suppression, they will always leave the last bullet on the road of desperation.

—that was for themselves.

But for the combined sentinel guides, they often carry more than one life on their shoulders. Even at the most critical moment, this choice will be carefully considered.

Yimulian felt that the "law of conservation of luck" mentioned by Huang was probably true, and his good luck had probably come to an end. He picked up a grenade gun for free, but he couldn't use the only three bullets left to explode. As a result, this marksmanship is probably going to be laughed off by Huang again...

Connection is such a wonderful thing. One second you are still lamenting its beauty, and the next second you start to curse the meaning of its existence.

The Huang column on the communicator is always on, but it’s not bad. Anyway, Huang has no habit of turning it off. Except when Huang is missing, it is always on. There will always be a feeling that as long as you press it, someone will pick it up illusion.

The federal army quickly came following the smell of pheromone, without giving Yimulian any room to struggle: "Don't get close! Just blast to death!"

The grenade was loaded, and Yimulian began to think about the possibility of rushing out to negotiate... No, once it falls into the hands of the Federation, everything will be ruined, and with the link, it will be difficult for Huang to escape. Killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, maybe they can squeeze out some information about the empire before they die. From the perspective of the interests of the empire, they should die here.

but……

To your dedication!

Yimulian was about to get out from behind the safe with his hands above his head, when there was a movement at the end of the spiritual connection.

Just two words - "don't move".

Suddenly there was one more sound of footsteps that he could hear, and the reaction of the federal army was obviously one step faster than his. Closer, as if the gun was fired against his temple, it sent chills down the spine.

What responded to them was a simple and neat shot.

Yimulian's consciousness cloud was quickly filled with the reassuring and gentle pheromone of the sentinel. This feeling was very similar to the force that made him dodge the bullet when he pushed himself in the dark just now. restless.

"Seventeen... how is it possible!"

Isn't NO.17 still greedy for life and afraid of death, hiding in the corner and not daring to come out! ?Why did it come out of here suddenly!

No, NO.17, why are there two? !

Their expressions froze at the most horrified moment. These sentries must have never imagined before they died that the pheromone, which was so faint that it almost seemed to be absent... was actually the smell of a combined guide.

And since then, only one sentinel in the world can feel that smell.

"Put down the weapon...ah!" The guide's voice was strangled in the throat, and everyone forgot it in a hurry. The spiritual suggestion had little effect on the Dark Sentinel. He was thrown more than ten meters away and smashed into the small grocery store. The anti-theft glass, like pieces of rags, fell on the road and was slaughtered by others. After falling to the ground, it has been lifeless since then.

The rest of the sentinels with submachine guns and grenade guns in their hands were about to suffer even worse. They didn’t hear the screams at a glance, and all the sounds were swallowed by the explosion of the grenade. Soon there was no third person in the air. breath.

This is the first battle of the "Combined" sentinel. The five senses returned after the fugue was cured due to the combination. They did not cause too much discomfort and even performed very well. It sounds crisp and neat.

This is the disparity of power.

This "purging" of the federal pursuers lasted less than five seconds, and it sounded like a rumble to the ears of Yimulian, and everything was over in the blink of an eye.If sentinels were asked to analyze this battle with psychologists, they would easily attribute the peak of individual combat and the efficiency of battles to five words-sentry's anger.

Yimulian sat on the spot holding the grenade gun for a while, and pulled him up with one hand.

Huang vigorously slapped the dust off his body, pulled out the grenade gun in his hand, and focused on the new wound on his forehead: "Does it hurt?"

Yimulian shook his head.

"The marksmanship is not good, you have to practice again."

"...It's just two missed shots."

Huang turned around, and there seemed to be nothing clean on his clothes, so he simply kissed him on the forehead, and lightly licked the red, swollen and outward skin hidden under the bloodstain with the tip of his tongue: "What are you doing, the last shot Keep it for yourself? Marshal, you really traveled through the last century, right?"

Yimu opened his mouth again and again, feeling that something was melting in his heart, but in fact, there was nothing to melt, and what should be melted had already melted away. He hesitated to speak: "They..."

"They're coming after me." Huang walked back with his mouth full of rust, and threw the two grenade guns he picked up into the sea of ​​flames in the small pharmacy: "There are so few pursuers, it should be a carpet search, and the skill is not small .We're leaving."

The federation's news must be kept open at all times, and this place will soon be crowded with federation chasing troops, and it is definitely no longer suitable for staying for a long time.

"you……"

"Why can't you even speak clearly? Why are you hesitating, are you so ashamed?"

"Don't rush to say it."

Yimulian interrupted the sentinel who was obviously eager to express himself, paused, but still didn't say anything, he turned around and hugged the person who gave him his future, as if this was his life.

Anyway, it's not clear yet.

The sharp and smoothed sentinel pheromone silently poured into his consciousness cloud, soothing every nerve tip in him, and his whole body relaxed, as if he had returned to the empire, lying back to the flat and stable bed in the dormitory during the military school period. On the hard bed of the bed, I don't know the world, but there is still hope.

Huang urged him without shame: "...Don't be coy, hurry up."

Yimulian let go of his hands and brushed his slightly messy long hair: "Then why are you blushing?"

"It's red, how?"

Huang chose not to talk about it, looked around on the road, and decided to go back to his old business—it was not the first time he "borrowed a car" anyway, and hoped that he would not be hunted down and leave a dead body for the owner before reporting the loss Bar.Huang straightly lifted the hood of a car parked by the side of the road, connected the power cord like a Hollywood blockbuster, and successfully started the car.

Then, with a look of contempt in his eyes, he also took off the car door.

What about the whole body?

Yimulian couldn't control that much anymore, got into the passenger seat, endured throbbing pain somewhere, and said solemnly: "...I have something to solemnly inform you, Mr. Huang."

"Ah?" Huang sadly found out that this is still a manual transmission. He said that he is not very good at driving a manual transmission. It is not a lie. God knows that the federal soft technology is so developed.

"Could you stop cum inside before you go on your way next time?"

"..."

Before Huang could speak, the communicator rang again, and on the virtual light screen were still three big characters "Gu Huo Niao".

For the first time, Admiral Bird was so annoying.

"Line 1024, double-encrypted channel. Mr. Huang, you finally... finally rested." Guhuo Niao's voice revealed a strong sense of relief that "the children have really grown up this time": "Although I just talked to the Marshal on the phone... Please convey my condolences to you. Are you all right?"

"Not very good." Huang adjusted the rearview mirror, stepped on the gas pedal, and unfortunately came up to a red light.

"...Young man, you should be more restrained."

"The general misunderstood. We just finished off a group of federal pursuers, and now we are planning to move our position."

Gu Huo Niao wiped his sweat, the concern in his eyes was not false: "Is everything okay?"

After the red light passed, Huang took out a bottle of unopened water from the side of the seat and threw it to Yimulian: "Everything is fine except Marshal Lian is exhausted."

Yimulian: "..."

"So young people still need to be restrained! The marshal is not by your side? That's fine. The upper echelon of the military department initially agreed to the Yeyuan fire surprise attack plan you mentioned earlier, and now the request has been submitted to the royal family. Once it is approved, it will be implemented immediately. Bombing Tomorrow is tentatively set." Gu Huoniao blushed when she heard that, and wanted to gossip a little more, but could only forcefully say the business with a straight face: "What do you think, Mr. Huang?"

Huang glanced at the side, shook his head, and said to him silently: You drink.

He forced the water into Yimulian's arms, and thought about it carefully: "Send me the weather condition report of Yeyuan Fire Island in recent days."

Lieutenant Zhen was listening nearby. She moved very quickly, and the new email arrived within five seconds of her voice. He roughly glanced at it: "Not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Tomorrow's weather is too good, but the day after tomorrow shows thick fog and heavy rain, of course it will be the day after tomorrow."

"As expected of Mr. Huang, it's really 'strange'! I'll report your opinion to the military department." The girl had forgotten that Huang was just a "free man" without a military rank, and couldn't help showing respect again. The tone was a little excited: "But it will be too..."

The marshal has as much as 40% of the decision-making power in the "parliament" of the military department. In other words, as long as there are officers in the top ranks who share the same thinking as Ichimuren, the bill can easily be abolished.

Huang turned his head and asked, "Did you hear me? I'm asking you, Marshal."

Gu Huo Niao's face turned red again: "Ah! Is the Marshal nearby?"

Yimulian unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, gulped down a few sips, then closed the cap tightly and threw it back on Huang's lap: "Hello, General."

"I didn't mean to, it's just..."

Gu Huo Niao believes that this decision is imperative, and it is indeed the best choice for the empire, so it is really impatient. Besides, it is put on the round table of the military department, as long as it is mentioned that the provider of the plan is the former Marshal If there is no shortage, more than half of the people will raise their hands in favor out of confidence in the successful completion of the project in the past.

Yimulian lowered his chin and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, General, I will abstain from voting this time."

Gu Huo Niao opened her eyes wide: "Marshal, you..."

"This is not the practice of attaching to my sentinel. Putting aside human nature, this is indeed a good decision."

He didn't want to abandon the so-called "indecision" in the eyes of others. Even if this "indecision" did bring about tactical failures, he still believed that his decision-making was not wrong.Yimulian clearly knew that he was not affected by the connection, he didn't move closer to Huang's thinking, and Huang didn't move closer to him. They were thinking calmly, and they would argue in the future because of differences of opinion.

He respected but didn't agree with Huang's idea, but he couldn't come up with a better plan. He knew that he couldn't influence the entire military department or the entire empire with his own decision.

So he chose to abstain.

Huang's consciousness cloud was not surprised by his choice.

Huang Kong handed it over with his right hand, he glanced at it, the bandage on the palm of his hand was still stained with unlucky blood, but he didn't care, he stretched out his hand to take it, and interlocked his fingers.

tbc