Anthony's face was tense: "Don't you have surveillance, look at the surveillance."
"As you know, the monitoring has no sound, only pictures." He Yu was still playing with the little fire dragon, stroking its broken laughter with his fingers, "Tell me, it will be better if you say it yourself."
"I have nothing to say!" Anthony burst out, "He Yu, don't forget your own identity! Xie Qingcheng is a dream-breaker. If you continue to entangle with him, do you believe President Duan—"
Before he finished speaking, Anthony was slammed into the wall by He Yu, and He Yu suddenly approached him.
"Duan Wen and I are just using each other to achieve our goals. He and I are very clear in our hearts. What do you think is the use of moving him out?"
As He Yu said, he slammed Anthony's forehead against the wall again. At the same time, he also rubbed his hand holding Anthony's hair against the gravel wall, causing his hand to be scratched and blood gushing out. come out.
As soon as Anthony smelled his blood, he opened his eyes wide and panicked, groping for something from his pocket.
But it was too late.
"Speak." He Yu has given the order word by word, "What did you tell Xie Qingcheng just now! Make it clear!!"
This incident was just a clumsy lie. When he saw the scene of the conflict, He Yu had already guessed it, but he needed to know more specific circumstances.
The power of blood Gu is now very domineering, and it also has a certain effect on normal people. Anthony did not have time to defend, and He Yu finally forced all the words out of his mouth.
After Anthony finished speaking, the villa was dead silent.
He Yu sat back on the chair in front of the desk and stroked Xie Qingcheng's wet blood at the corner of the desk with his fingers. His chest was stuffed, out of anger, and there was no expression on his face, but that expressionless face was more terrifying than anger.
Anthony completed the order given by Blood Gu.
Slowly, it's time to recover from control.
He Yu stared at him, his lips moved lightly: "Come here."
Anthony was suddenly controlled again and moved forward in a trance.
He Yu: "Come back on your knees."
The person under the control of blood gu will only do what he says. He Yu watched him kneeling in front of him with numb eyes, then reached out and patted Anthony on the head, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
The smile was fleeting, and then He Yu slammed Anthony's forehead on the corner of the hard solid wood table, and when Anthony was struggling to wake up from the blood, he kicked it in the chest. , "Bang!" kicked Anthony into the accessory rack next to him!
After doing this, He Yu took out a snow-white tissue and wiped the blood from his fingertips.
"Are you tired of living and fooling around outside in my name?"
The power of blood Gu finally ended, Anthony coughed blood and struggled to get up from the ground, staring at He Yu with red eyes: "You dare to use supernatural powers on people inside the organization?!"
He Yu narrowed his eyes: "Dare?"
"… "
"It's my freedom whether I use it or not. Haven't you been guarding against my blood poison? That's why you invented that kind of thing." He Yu glanced at Anthony's hand, "It's a pity you didn't take it out and put it on."
"you!"
"Go and file a complaint with Duan Wen." He Yu said coldly, "Go ahead. I have never had a master-servant relationship with him, so you may not. Do you want me to tell him how you waste your time on public revenge?"
Anthony gnashed his teeth and said: "You remember that this is revenge for kindness and vengeance. It was I who saved you. Those two years—"
"In those two years, when did I go to bed with you every day, and keep me warm every night?" He Yu's eyes suddenly brightened.
Anthony: "… "
The atmosphere in the room was too stiff and the air pressure too low.
Anthony stared at He Yu's face tightly, as if he was thinking fast about a way to hurt him and stop the impact of this incident.
Finally, he thought.
Anthony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowed his saliva, took a breath, and said, "Then what are you going to do now?"
"Do you want to explain it to him? Then go!" Anthony mocked, "Do you think he will care? Xie Qingcheng is already with Chen Wan, do you think he will care who you sleep with? "
He Yu's face became more and more gloomy.
"You can go to the surveillance, He Yu, you can go and see how he reacts when he hears what I did with you. Be calm, he doesn't even blink his eyelids!"
"My cousin's blood is cold, and he doesn't have you in his eyes at all, whether you sleep with me, or you flirt with hundreds of people, he won't even look at you. How pitiful you are, you want to be with me. Does he tell the truth? Like three years ago, hold your heart in front of him and let him trample on it?"
"Xie Qingcheng is the best at ignoring people's hearts in his life. Even if you tell him that I lied to him, the person in your heart has no other person to replace except him, and he will not have any feelings. He is for him. His righteousness, once even donated your life, your persistence is just a kid's joke in his eyes!"
"I fucking saved your face, so that you wouldn't be as humble as a dog in front of Xie Qingcheng, you still treat me like this without thanking me, right
"Get out." He Yusen raised his eyes, interrupting Anthony's eloquence.
"… "
"I have no love for Xie Qingcheng for a long time, but torturing him is something only I can do. Duan Wen also knows that this is my request." He Yu's tone was even colder than before.
"He's on my chopping board, and it's not your turn to take over. Stay away from my prey. If there is another time, he loses a hair, and I chop off a finger from you."
His eyes were as dark as ink, and he threw the tissue paper that had wiped the blood off his fingertips in front of Anthony, and his snow-white teeth interrupted the last two words:
"get out."
"..." Anthony seemed to want to say something else, but he was still frightened at Shang He Yu's eyes after all, and swallowed his spittle and blood.
Turn away.
After he left, He Yu took out the old little fire dragon again... He looked at its broken smiling face and mended tail.
He closed his eyes, held it, and clasped his hands between his frowning brows.
"why… "
He murmured softly, in pain and distress.
Why should I keep it... Since I kept it, why did I protect Chen Shan in the first place, and then stay with Chen Shan again...
Why... Xie Qingcheng...
In fact, you still have me in your heart after all... right? You're not as indifferent as you appear to be... that's it... right
He was holding the tattered dragon puppet tightly, as if holding the broken love-hate entanglement between him and Xie Qingcheng that could no longer be cleared up. He just sat so stiffly, as if in the endless showers, guarding the last inch of the little fire dragon, the little sick dragon.
He thought that when the rainstorm fell, he could no longer hold the flame.
But it rained for three years.
He doesn't tell everyone, and he doesn't even want to tell himself - deep down, he's still waiting.
Xie Qingcheng went home.
The first few days were very difficult. People came to inquire one after another, or came to visit, and most of the people who visited also had the purpose of asking. Those who can really understand him and know his interests can make him worry, that is, Xie Xue and Chen Man.
Xie Xue learned about the specific situation, especially that the injury on Xie Qingcheng's forehead was actually given by Xie Lishen, and he was instantly furious.
She gritted her teeth and said to Chen Shan: "I even invited my brother behind my back at the wedding banquet... Because he is actually our cousin... He has never been as bad to me as my brother, I thought he at least... He will at least watch Taking into account some brotherhood in my face, I didn't expect him, he actually..."
She stomped her feet angrily.
Chen slow: "Have you had much contact with him?"
Xie Xue shook his head: "When I was young, he treated me better than others, but he never came back after breaking up with our family, and he never contacted my brother. But... "
"but?"
"But he will send me some news during the New Year and the festival. When I almost had an accident in Chengkang Mental Hospital, he found out and called me to ask about my situation. I thought his conscience would not be so bad."
Xie Xue paused, and asked Chen Shan softly: "He... Xie Lishen, he, is also... that Mandela organization?"
Chen slow hesitated.
He felt that he should not tell Xie Xue too much about the Mandela organization. The more he knew about this kind of thing, the more disadvantageous it would be to Xie Xue, but Xie Xue was Xie Qingcheng's younger sister, and Duan Wen and their criminal behavior had long been known to Wei Rong. After the incident broke out, it spread to the society, Xie Xue couldn't help but ask more.
So she is now in a state of half-understanding, she is very worried, staring into Chen slow's eyes, hoping that he can give her an answer.
Chen slow thought for a while, and finally said: "... We are not sure about anything yet, Xie Xue, many things are just speculation."
Xie Xue's eyes dimmed slightly.
Chen slow: "These truths will come out sooner or later. Until then, protect yourself and don't let your brother worry. Also... Don't ask him about the situation, you know?"
"Well, don't worry, I won't."
Now they try to avoid mentioning these things in front of Xie Qingcheng, not talking about Anthony, nor about He Yu at all. They both feel that these two names are the thorns in Xie Qingcheng's heart. This man has been tortured too much. It shouldn't make him more miserable.
In fact, in order to occupy Xie Qingcheng's attention, Xie Xue has been very scheming to bring Ya Ya over the past few days.
The little baby really lived up to expectations. After meeting his uncle, it took only half an hour for Xie Qingcheng, who had not spoken much for several days, to say a long sentence: "Don't touch your feet with your hands and then put your hands in your mouth. "
Ya Ya's reaction was to giggle, staggeringly walked forward along the bed, fell into the arms of Xie Qingcheng, who was sitting on the bed and rested her spirits, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a milky scent. kiss.
"Uncle... Hug."
Xie Qingcheng sighed and hugged her.
At this time, Ya Ya was still pestering Xie Qing in the house to tell her fairy tales, while outside the house, Xie Xue and Chen Man continued to talk.
Xie Xue: "Chen slow, no matter what, this time... I really thank you... "
"It's okay, this is what I should do."
Xie Xue hesitated for a while, and continued with some hesitation: "I, I actually know that you have been treating my brother..."
Chen slowly stiffened.
"But you've never done anything like He Yu. He Yu is too..." She thought of all that He Yu had paid for their family, and she didn't say anything after all, but her mood was extremely complicated.
Chen slow did not continue. He knew he had almost done it.
After the wedding banquet that year, he almost committed the same sin, but he was still sober after all. Over the years, he has been trying to be different from who he was then. In the three or two years that Xie Qingcheng left, he matured faster and honed more than ever.
He originally wanted to surpass himself and become someone enough for Xie Qingcheng to see.
But in the process, he gradually understood that some things cannot be forced. He once saw how He Yu was obsessively in love with Xie Qingcheng, but now how heartless and indifferent he has become.
He asked himself, can he pay the same price as He Yu to pursue Xie Qingcheng? Three years ago, he thought it was possible, but later, in the hail of bullets, in successive missions, in the sacrifice of his comrades, he realized that he was not an island like He Yu.
He has the kindness of his parents, the respect of his family, a silver flower on his shoulders, and a badge on his hat.
He has a lot of things that he must take care of, and he can't just give up just because he loves someone.
So he knew that he couldn't catch Xie Qingcheng, but he still loved him.
So he knew that his love was not as deep as He Yu's, but it was still love, just no longer so obsessive and crazy.
Last year, his mother had a serious illness. When she was sick, she kept talking about the hope that Chen Wan would find a partner and stop taking such adventures in the wind and rain.
At that time, Chen Wan looked at his mother's gray face, he thought, the days when she was a beautiful young woman, it seemed like just yesterday, she had wrinkles and silver hair in a blink of an eye. At that time, he felt very uncomfortable. His parents were very old-fashioned people, and they definitely couldn't accept that he liked men.
When he was young, he thought about the scene where he had the courage to tell his parents after chasing Xie Qingcheng.
But Xie Qingcheng didn't love him. He now understands a lot of things and has a new understanding of life. He can no longer let his family suffer so badly because of his own selfish desires.
Chen slow looked at Xie Xue and did not continue the topic, he said: "I have a task to do next week, when I am away, you should take good care of Brother Xie, it is best to take him to Wei's house, at Wei's house On the site, at least He Yu won't do too much. If your brother doesn't cooperate, you can let... "
"Let Ya Ya persuade him." Xie Xue and Chen Wan had a good understanding of each other.
"… um. That's right."
Xie Xue said: "Okay, then you must be careful when you are on a mission. My brother has always regarded you as our family member. If you have something to do..."
She looked at Chen Slow's face. She had been a front-line detective for three years, and most of her focus was on crimes related to Duan Wen's Mandela organization. There was already a scar on Chen Slow's face.
"If something happens to you, he'll be sad."
Chen nodded slowly.
He stood in the small courtyard, looking into the house from the window glass, looking at Xie Qing's tired silhouette, he thought to himself: Brother, if all goes well, this crime that has lasted for decades... will soon... end .
You and I, and the people under Izumi, we finally remembered, and we can all wait for an explanation.
Brother, I hope I can return from this confidential mission this time.
Then I'll be by your side, just like it was written on that card, like a brother, a friend, that's all.
time flies.
In a blink of an eye, the weekend is here.
The meeting room of the Huzhou Police Station—
Most of the people in charge who participated in the "Dream Breaking Action" gathered there, including criminal police, armed police, army cadres, medical experts, scientific researchers, administrative staff and so on. Fortunately, this conference room is big enough to accommodate these people.
"During the two years of fighting with Duan Wen, we have gradually mastered a lot of information about their base. This information is exchanged for battles, blood, and even human lives."
Standing on the conference platform is the commander of the Shanghai headquarters.
He is loudly mobilizing his comrades below. His eyes were like eagles, his expression was like a wolf, and his hands were propped up on the huge metal-colored podium. Behind him was a constantly changing projection screen, and all the information related to the Mandela organization was scrolling on the screen.
"Three years ago, in the naval battle of Canton City, we fought head-to-head with the Mandela organization for the first time. Although we obtained the location of their island and obtained some information, when we dispatched troops to land on the mysterious island, we were attacked. It can almost be said to be a devastating blow. Our comrades were killed and wounded, and the living, carrying the hope of their compatriots, brought back news from the front-”
He paused, the controller in his hand moved, and the projected image was fixed on the thermal image of an island.
"Mandela Island, with a lot of shielding equipment, is a 'treasure island' that is almost completely isolated from the world."
"If we hadn't broken through their control system, we would never have been able to find their exact location. We were too aggressive at that time and just treated these people as ordinary criminal organizations, and we paid a heavy price for this. We were lucky enough to come back alive. The soldiers said that the island is completely beyond what normal society should look like. It is like a future world, with all kinds of weapons and facilities that we have never seen before. For example-"
The commander changed the screen again.
"Battle-form robot."
"War Machine Dogs - I think they were inspired by Resident Evil Cerberus."
"A river of chemical blood that will die even if a bird flies by."
Every time he said a word, he clicked the controller button in his hand, and the picture turned into a profile of the corresponding physical or chemical weapon.
"And." The commander clicked again, the river of blood disappeared, and a dense forest slowly appeared on the screen, but as long as you take a closer look, you will find that it is not an ordinary dense forest, but a dark sky. rambling…
"Dark Senluo Labyrinth."
"Almost 80% of the land on this island has been designed as a maze using the natural terrain, and the remaining 20% is their core base fortress." The commander said, "Our people have been in the past three years. I tried to break through, but I sacrificed a lot under the muzzle of those surreal weapons. And the reason why this island can be turned into a ghost land, I think the most important point is that the Mandela organization fundamentally, It's a research organization."
"On this island, there are several top scientific madmen from all over the world, I must call them that, because they did not use their talents to benefit mankind, but because they had carried out in their country Convicted of inhumane scientific experiments."
The picture has changed again, this time with profiles of a few wanted criminals.
"What we know so far is Zoya, who designed war robots. In 2004, she was listed as a fugitive for performing radiation experiments on kidnapped children in Chernobyl no man's land."
"Ivan, there are too many Russians with this name, and there is no way to inquire, and no one has seen his real appearance, but our people heard her mention it when they played against Zoya, Ivan and Zoya The fellows were very kind to meet each other, so they cooperated with each other to design a more flexible robot dog."
"And Huizhen."
After two foreign names, a Chinese name suddenly appeared. It was still such an old-fashioned Chinese name, which was actually a bit inconsistent, but none of the dream breakers present laughed.
They all looked at the profile of the woman very seriously.
"Like Ivan, we have never seen Huizhen's true face. But in the past few decades, there have been several terrorist murders in China that cannot be explained by conventional science, and the dead have turned into a pool of pus on the ground. blood, and the murderer has not been caught. The police officers investigating these cases profiled the murderer and showed that she was a woman, and she was a very thoughtful and highly educated woman. She was a scientist... Our old criminal police gave Her code name has the characteristics of their era, so it is called 'Hui Jin'."
The commander looked around the venue with serious eyes: "The case that Huizhen committed in the country ended in the 1970s. In the 40 or 50 years since then, there has never been a murder case that reduced people to pus and blood. We even started to think that Hye Jin died silently...or that she washed her hands and never did it again. Until last year when we landed on Mandela Island for the fourth time, there was an officer who broke into the depths of Senra's labyrinth Targeted by an automatic machine gun... and turned into a pool of blood. We got a video feed of him before he died, and it only took five seconds."
"So, Hyejin is probably still alive, and at present, she lives on this sea monster-like island."
The commander paused again.
He looked into the eyes of everyone present and seemed to confirm the will in their eyes.
"But there is no war that justice can't win, no bloody sacrifice. This information... this..." He swiped the controller wheel, and the screen began to split like an avalanche, and countless documents and data were scattered on the screen like wind and snow. Surrounded, the commander's chest was surging with blood, he said, "In the past three years, we have obtained 5,489 pieces of intelligence, large or small, so that we finally have sufficient measures to deal with the weapons on this island - now, we The last action can finally be launched - and it has to be the last action. We must give the Mandela group a chance to not fully invade our normal society with illicit drugs, nightmares, and their crazy scientific research. They were a complete blow."
"Three years." The commander's eyes were a little wet under the projection lamp, "It's time to end."
After the meeting, the commander returned to his office wearily.
This pre-war mobilization was very successful. Everyone knows that this operation is their real battle after their first attack three years ago. .
but…
The commander's eyes fell on the computer in his office.
There is a diorama of Mandela Island spinning, and the areas with known combat power are marked in red, but there is a blank area near the central castle fortress...
The commander couldn't help pinching his brows with his fingers.
No soldiers or any exploration instruments have ever arrived in this place. Their countermeasures are almost completely ineffective here, and they have to face scientific research products that cannot use common ideals. He is really worried about this two percent Ten's adventure will wipe them out.
He needs data.
He had to get that data before their fleet set off...
"Dong dong dong."
The door was suddenly knocked.
The commander raised his head sharply, as if expecting something.
As soon as the secretary came in, he opened his mouth and said: "Sir, someone outside wants to see you, he-"
"Hurry up and let him in." The commander interrupted the secretary directly.
The door was completely opened, and in the darkness, a tall, handsome man came out, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and stopped in front of the commander's desk.
The commander was stunned: "...Professor Xie?"
Xie Qingcheng: "I'm here to send you the information on Duan Wen's island, sir. I hope that what I have on hand is what you need."
He said, and handed the commander a high-tech miniature mobile disk with a cold hard metallic luster.
"It's all here."
—
It turned out that Xie Qingcheng was not really just recuperating at He Yu's house.
In fact, He Yu was right. In those days, although Xie Qingcheng was under surveillance, He Yu did not really put him under house arrest and did not restrict his personal freedom. If Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave, he could leave at any time.
Xie Qingcheng didn't leave, not because he was willing to entangle with He Yu, but because he was very weak at the time and had no extra strength to pull him.
Second come...
He was trying to observe the surveillance loopholes during that time, and finally found some information related to the Mandela organization from He Yu's communication data!
He has never really been willing to degenerate into a useless, at the mercy of others, and a patient who is not very angry.
"Where did you get these things..." The commander looked a little stiff, as if he had a premonition, but he still stretched out his hand.
Just when his fingertips were about to touch the moving plate, two long, cold and white fingers suddenly pressed the moving plate.
The commander followed the finger up and met Xie Qingcheng's eyes: "What do you mean."
With an unpredictable look on Xie Qingcheng's face, he said to the commander, "Before you accept this file, I have something very important and I want your confirmation."