【Zhou Fumei】Game of the upper ranks

Quiet.

"—This is the integration of the third detachment. We rescued [-] infected people from the prison of the Longmen Guards Bureau. We request the commander's next instructions..."

Mephisto threw the gun to the ground, walked to the edge of the pool of blood, and knelt down on one knee, his eyes level with the boy.

"This is Commander Mephisto—correction, we rescued 21 infected."

mephisto.This is his name.

The commander held out his hand to the boy.And where the commander couldn't see, the boy's slender tail flicked slightly.

God, I'm going to make him my star.

"Have we met somewhere?"

Yes.thought Faust.

This is in his memory, their first meeting.

-End-

[Boat/Floating Plum] Combat Guidance (R)

Author: Cathxx.

Warning: 1. Contains /////poly/////plot;

2. Timeline: "Game of the Higher Level" (initial acquaintance) → "Combat Guidance" (communication) → "Under the Gap" (get along with each other).Both can be viewed as stand-alone short stories.

He hadn't seen Faust for a long time.

Mephisto snapped his fingers and came to this conclusion.

It had been five days since the last time they met.Mephisto pretended to pass by his office twice unintentionally, and walked a few times to the shooting range where he practiced crossbow.Not to mention the boy himself, he didn't even find a single scale.

The commander condescended to look for the person but failed, and was so angry that he tore down all the targets on the shooting range, and went to Tallulah's office angrily.Tallulah was busy processing the combat documents, looked up at the cheap brother who was nestled on the sofa and shrunk into an ostrich, and couldn't help sighing.

"Did you quarrel?"

"My uncle—no—is because he is angry!"

The little kid was so angry that he grinded his teeth on the leather sofa, but his mouth was so awkward.Talula raised her forehead: "Did you never read the battle plan I sent out?"

"Look. It's nothing to do with me."

"...you just look at your own part...that's all." Tallulah couldn't do anything to him, rummaged through the piles of documents, and threw the schedule in his face, "Your little boyfriend will be next Going to Sarkaz to pick up our informant—start tomorrow."

Mephisto even forgot to refute the title of "little boyfriend".He turned the schedule over and over, but he didn't see the names of the cadres other than Faust: "He leads the team alone?"

"It's enough." Tallulah picked up the next document, "He is now an official cadre of the integration movement and can take charge of his own."

"...But this is the first mission."

"Why, you thought he was a harmless hound?" Tallulah sneered, and drew a circle on the word "Dragon Gate": "This is the origin stone monster that tore eight researchers apart."

Eight researchers... sounds familiar, but Mephisto didn't think about it.He crumpled the battle plan: "Sister Tallulah, give him an order for me."

"what?"

"After all, this is the first time for a new cadre to lead troops into combat. As the supreme commander of the integration movement—"

Mephisto tossed the ball of paper into the recycling bin, grinning darkly.

"—Of course I will be responsible for the operation, combat, instruction, and guidance of the new cadres."

Faust is awakened by the messenger soldier.He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that he had fallen asleep lying on the table.

This is the weapon research and development room of the integration movement.In order to complete the new automatic ballista platform before heading to Ursus, Faust stayed in the research and development room for four days and four nights without sleep. When he finally screwed the last screw, a fifth fish belly appeared in the sky.

He originally wanted to take the finished product to the shooting range for testing, but he still couldn't survive the overwhelming drowsiness—who knew that when he woke up, it was already dusk.

Faust took the order from the messenger, got up and walked back to the inner room.Tallulah's seal was affixed to the handbook, asking him to attend the "Combat Planning Guidance Meeting" in an hour's time.Faust touched his head habitually, but found that his curly hair was covered with dust, and the white research robe on his body was also stained with oil stains of different colors.

He looks absolutely awful right now.Faust pulled himself together, went back to his room, tidied himself up, and changed his clothes.Before leaving, he seemed to remember something, turned around and opened the drawer in the room, and put a small box in his pocket.

The conference room for the Integrative Movement is located on the top floor of the General Headquarters.Faust didn't like it there, the ceiling was too high, the depth was too wide, and there was not much furniture, so it looked dark and empty.There are dozens of cameras all around, like beasts watching in the dark, taking their every move into view.Moreover, although the meeting room is well soundproofed, the door cannot be locked—so that the natural disaster messenger can warn in time during the meeting.

Such a structure makes people in it feel insecure, and snipers like Faust, who are sensitive to danger, reject it even more.But when he walked into the meeting room and saw the person sitting on the rostrum, his heart suddenly dropped. He slowly approached Mephisto, and when he stood beside him, Thin Tail unconsciously Swayed.

Hey, I know I did something wrong, and I know how to wag my tail to please.Mephisto raised his eyebrows and pulled the chair beside him: "Sit."

When Faust sat down, he glanced at the battle plan on the table out of the corner of his eye.Before he could take a closer look, Mephisto took out two remote controls from nowhere and handed them to him: "Here, choose one."

The two remote controls are similar in shape but different in color: "This is?"

"One can turn off all the cameras here. The other..." The white-haired commander licked his lips with a half-smile, "...can turn on a little toy inside me."

"……Uh?"

Faust looked down the commander's body and saw a pink wire in his open trouser leg.It was only then that he realized what the "little toy" referred to: "...this... a battle meeting?"

"of course."

Mephisto stood up, looked down at Faust, and grinned like a sneaky cat.

"This is an operation, battle, instruction, and guidance specially designed by my uncle for you."

Faced with the commander's obvious provocation, Faust sighed, and very cooperatively took one of the remote controls in his hand, holding it in his hand and looking at it.

Mephisto squinted his green cat eyes, simply got up and sat on the opponent's lap, and continued to tease in his ear: "If you choose 'that one' remote control, I will fuck you under the supervision of others, Is it thorny—”

"The camera is off now."

Mephisto's face darkened: "...Huh?"

"Press that remote control, but it will turn on the camera—right?" Faust tightened his hand on the waist that the other party gave him, and pressed the switch of the other remote control with the other: "I just need to test whether this thing is not real."

was seen through.Before Mephisto could react, Faust pressed the button in his hand.The vibrating eggs in his body began to sizzle, and he stretched lazily between the gaps in the soft flesh.

"Ah..." The dense pleasure rose from the lower body, the bones of the white-haired commander were shaken, and most of the previous arrogance disappeared in an instant: "You are still...ha...so sensitive..."

"Just like you."

Mephisto froze for a moment. He was referring to Faust's sensitivity to danger, but the other party seemed to be... talking dirty to him?But he had no time to think about it, two big hands had already started to swim on his body, kneading his chest and slender waist.This forced the commander to stop his actions: "Wait... now in the meeting room!"

Faust was very hungry, and was a little upset when he was interrupted: "What's the matter?"

"...someone will come in at any time."

Mephisto just wanted to play tricks on the other party, and he never thought about playing with live ammunition in the conference room.The sniper turned a deaf ear, hugged the back of his head, and wanted to press his head down to kiss him in the posture of the commander sitting on him.

Mephisto covered his mouth with one hand, pushing the distance between the two of them.Although the side of the cheek was already a little flushed with pleasure, the commander's overall expression was still quite displeased: "You bastard hasn't shown up for five days."

The expected Xingshi's questioning came.Faust knew he was wrong, and automatically and consciously turned off the remote control, and rubbed his cheek against Mephisto's hand: "Sorry..."

"It doesn't matter." The white-haired commander waved him away, and his tone was barely calm: "I have so many lovers, it would be fine without you."

Before the words were finished, the red pupils of the cold-blooded animal almost shrank into a slit.Faust grabbed Mephisto's wrist suddenly, with a gloomy expression: "Who?"

The white-haired commander laughed out loud.He pointed to the remote control that Faust had pinched tightly, and licked his lips ambiguously.

"Of course it is—it."

Faust was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was finally tricked.He hugged the laughing young master helplessly, hesitated for a while, and then asked his worries in a low voice: "You won't... go to someone else?"

This sentence sounds very similar to those concubines who fought for favor in ancient times, and it doesn't even fit Faust's personality of a cold sniper.Faust did still maintain his signature poker face, but his tail wrapped around Mephisto's wrist clearly told Mephisto that the other party was indeed so disturbed.

Mephisto's former lovers have already been cut off completely, but the only one left is still unclear.The commander satisfies his desire for mischief and punishment, seeing the other party's forced calm expression, for some reason, his heart softens.

"No," he said, "there's no one else."

Everyone who plays tactics is wrapped in a thick cocoon