Country K, the nuclear power project of Logan Group, the underground pipe network center of the plant area.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and all members of the bomb disposal team stared at the stopped main bomb clock, losing their ability to think for a while.
No one dared to stop Ji Mao, he walked unimpeded to the main bomb, looked at the bomb for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his hand to touch the bomb's anti-balance detonating device.
The leader of the bomb disposal expert team was closest to him, and before he could stop him, he saw Ji Mao's hand reaching for the bomb. For a moment, his mind went blank.
Even if the timer expires, the bomb will still detonate as long as the counter-balance detonator remains.
The team leader's heartbeat suddenly accelerated in an instant, his scalp tingled, and his pupils dilated. At this moment, scenes of bomb explosions, flames gushing, and heat waves flashed in front of him like phantoms.
He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he immediately noticed that Ji Mao was abnormal.
It is impossible for human hands to be precise enough to disassemble the anti-balance detonating device with bare hands. Even the most delicate robotic arm is difficult to control the disassembly force, but Ji Mao did it effortlessly, as naturally as eating and drinking water, as if Into the land of no one.
He used four fingers to maintain the center balance, and his thumb fiddled with the retainer on the edge of the device. It took only a few minutes to remove the entire anti-balance detonating device.
The team leader was in a daze, because everything Ji Mao did was far from his common sense.
Ji Mao glanced back at him, handed him the device, and said, "Thank you."
The team leader was startled, reacted, and picked it up carefully. Seeing Ji Mao squatting down, he opened the toolbox aside, took out tweezers and wire cutters, and concentrated on dismantling the main bomb.
Staring at Ji Mao's profile, the team leader for some reason came up with an absurd guess: Ji Mao may be a more advanced species than humans, just like the scenes in superhero movies, Ji Mao is gifted with supernatural powers and can manipulate Electromagnetics, interfere with everything.
After Ji Mao dismantled the main bomb, experts from the bomb disposal team also began to cooperate with him. A dozen sub-bombs nailed to the top of the pipe were quickly dismantled.
The team leader and Clare on the other side of the radio reported the good news, commanded his subordinates to finish dismantling the bombs and evacuate the scene together.
The officers walked across the line of life and death, chatting and laughing as they walked, wading in the water with their rain boots, making a sound of kicking on the thin water.
Ji Mao also put away his toolbox, and slowly followed behind the troops.
On the underground pipe network, the protective cover has been removed, and the empty factory area is slowly being filled by the lower-level workers returning to their nests.
The workers still had some indescribable nervousness in their hearts, fearing that the bomb would not be completely defused, but they had to continue working due to livelihood.
Ke Ming and Clare looked exactly the same, relieved, especially Ke Ming, he was ready to live and die with the factory area, but he didn't expect the matter to be resolved so easily, Ke Ming also returned to the factory area by car to pick up the A miraculous foreign aid.
It stands to reason that Clare should bid farewell to Ke Ming, and he had to gather his subordinates back to the base to report back, but after a few instructions to one of his subordinates, he insisted on going to pick up Ji Mao with Ke Ming.
Ke Ming was afraid of Clare's identity, so he didn't dare to refuse forcefully, so he let Clare get on the vehicle together, drove to the exit of the underground pipe network, and waited for Ji Mao to come out.
Ji Mao climbed up the ground along the ladder behind the team leader, and saw a sightseeing vehicle parked aside.
Sitting in the car was Ke Ming, the general manager of Logan Group's K-country nuclear power project, and a white man wearing a camouflage uniform. Ji Mao quickly went through the database and found the white man's information. A senior Interpol officer Officer, named Clare.
Ji Mao walked over, smiled at Ke Ming, and asked, "Mr. Ke?"
"It's me, Mr. Ji, hello," Ke Ming warmly reached out to shake hands with Ji Mao, asking him to come up, "Mr. Ji is really our savior."
Ji Maoqian gave in a few words, he wore rain boots, stomped on the ground, took off the windbreaker and put it on his arm, then stepped on the pedals and got on the driving gear, sitting next to Clare.
Seeing Clare's eyes fixed on him, he nodded to Clare.
The shell of the sightseeing vehicle is transparent, the sun penetrates into the protective cover, and hits Ji Mao's face obliquely. He looks like a polite college student, his lips are as soft and rosy as new rose petals, his skin is white and clear, and his hair Illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, it glows with a delicate luster.
Clare's interest in Ji Mao was clearly written on his face, he put his arm on the back of the seat, very close to Ji Mao, and asked him: "Are you an employee of the Logan Group?"
Ji Mao looked down at Clare's knee next to his, and replied, "It's sort of."
"Is it? Is it or isn't it?" Clare suddenly withdrew her smile and stared at him pressingly.
Ke Ming originally used communication tools to arrange work for his subordinates in the front. When he heard Clare's extremely aggressive question, his heart tightened. He put down the communicator and turned his head. Before he could figure out how to smooth things over, Ji Mao answered first.
"Yes, I'm an employee of the Logan Group." Ji Mao didn't look angry, but he was a little helpless.
"Oh? Which department are you in?" Clare didn't accept it as soon as she saw it, and asked along Ji Mao.
His interrogation tone was full of undisguised voyeurism, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Mao's face. Before Ji Mao could answer, he added without haste: "Mr. pores."
The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Ji Mao looked at Clare expressionlessly.
Clare met his gaze, waiting for his answer with interest.
"Two of you," Ke Ming was afraid that the chat would continue. The savior sent by the chairman would really turn his back on him, so he had to interrupt them, "What do you want for dinner? The master chef in our cafeteria cooks Chinese food very well."
"I don't want to eat, I want to go back to the base." Clare was interrupted by him, but he continued to torture Ji Mao without persistence, as if what he needed was the process of the interrogation, not the result.
Clare looked at Ji Mao again, and said to Ke Ming, "I'll get off at the front exit."
After sending Clare away, Ke Ming let out a sigh of relief, and said to Ji Mao, "This interrogation is up to us."
Ji Mao shrugged, didn't follow Ke Ming's words, only told Ke Ming that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest, and asked Ke Ming if he could bring dinner to his room.
Seeing that he didn't want to pursue the matter, Ke Ming answered yes repeatedly, and drove Ji Mao back to the dormitory in the factory area.
Country K's economy is not good, and the facilities in the accommodation are still simple. The walls of the house are painted white, with a big bed in the middle and a sofa by the window, which is all the furniture.
Ke Ming arranged for Ji Mao a room with the best network signal, ordered a meal with him, and let Ji Mao take a good rest.
As soon as Ke Ming left, Ji Mao sat on the bed and became dazed.
During this trip to the Middle East, Ji Mao came in a hurry.
He was originally handling some group affairs in Northern Europe, but He Yongchen suddenly called and sent him to country K.
Counting it, he and He Zhi haven't seen each other for nearly three months, and this is the longest separation since he worked for Luo Yongchen for two years.
Because He Zhi was also exhausted from taking over Logan's affairs, they briefly contacted a few times in the three months, and they rarely even had a video call.
Ji Mao was too busy to insert a piece of paper, and when he was alone, he had time to think about He Zhi.
Missing seems to have become a habit of self-comfort, which can never end.
He didn't know if He Zhi was the same, but He Zhi didn't seem to be so stubborn anymore.
Luo Yongchen once said that He Zhi was even more immature than him, but now that He Zhi is mature, Ji Mao refused to call back, and he also lost his temper with Ji Mao.
Originally, before the end of his work in Northern Europe this time, He Yongchen said to give Ji Mao a short vacation, and Ji Mao promised He Zhi to stay at home with him for a few days.
This time Ji Mao sent a message to He Zhi before he came to the Middle East, and it took half an hour for He Zhi to reply that he knew.
After all, it has been two years, if it was a whim, you should be tired.
Just as he was thinking, He Zhi suddenly called.
Ji Mao grabbed the communicator, stared at it for a few seconds, failed to locate He Zhi's latitude and longitude, held the communicator and paused, leaned his back on the bed, picked it up, and waited for He Zhi to speak.
"How is it?" He Zhi went straight to the point, with a bad tone.
Ji Mao thought for a while before saying, "The bomb has been dismantled."
"I'm asking how you are," He Zhi's tone was a little impatient, but he suppressed it again, and continued to interrogate Ji Mao, "Are you all right?"
"No." Ji Mao looked at his left hand. He was distracted when he put away the toolbox, and the palm of his right hand was scratched by scissors. The bionic skin was cut, exposing the small graphite flakes and silica gel inside. Nothing wrong.
"Really?" He Zhi asked doubtfully whether he believed it or not.
"Well," Ji Mao answered briefly, and felt that this didn't seem to pay enough attention to the other party's concern, so he added another sentence, "I don't have a sensory system, and it doesn't matter if the data is not damaged."
He Zhi was quiet for a few seconds, and seemed a little angry because of Ji Mao's words.
His temper was like a dog chewing on it, flammable and explosive, and he would catch fire at any moment, besides, he had a long-standing grudge against Ji Mao.
Ji Mao found that he had also changed, and became a bit cheap. He was relieved when he heard He Zhi's silence, because He Zhi would still be angry for him.
He listened carefully to the movement on the other side, and there was a lot of wind noise on the other end. When He Zhi was not speaking, he made some breathy sounds from time to time, as if he was walking.
Ji Mao suddenly had an idea, he asked He Zhi: "Where are you now?"
"Where do you say I am?" He Zhi was still angry, and instead of answering Ji Mao, he asked him instead.
Ji Mao sat up straight, looked at the door of the room, and began to analyze the background sound from He Zhi's end. Sure enough, there was a very slight sound track that matched the background sound track around him. It belonged to the bio-energy vehicle in the factory area. noise.
Ji Mao confirmed He Zhi's location, and heard that the noise from He Zhi's place became quieter, as if he had entered the corridor.
Thirty seconds later, there was a knock on Ji Mao's door.
Ji Mao hung up the phone and walked over to open the door. A man half a head taller than him was holding the door, looking at him with a half-smile: "Good evening."
Ji Mao was still holding the communicator in one hand. He didn't have a heart, but he felt his heart was beating very fast. He looked up at He Zhi and asked knowingly, "What are you doing here?"
"If the mountain doesn't come, it's me. I can only come and go to the mountain." He Zhi said, throwing his travel bag aside.
He Zhi is actually just ordinary handsome, with a savage and ruthless hostility in his eyes, he looks very bad-tempered, but when he looked at Ji Mao, his hostility subsided a bit, as if a primary school boy saw The person I like wants to treat the other person better, but I don't know how to be good, so I lower myself a bit and sit on an equal footing with him first.
After He Zhi finished speaking, he wanted to squeeze into his room, but Ji Mao refused to let him in, and asked He Zhi, "Didn't you reply 'I got it'?"
He Zhi stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to pinch his chin, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against him, his lips were almost touching him, but he didn't kiss him, just looked at him and said, "I'm not Think you like surprises?"
For the first time, Ji Mao heard a trace of grievance in He Zhi's tone, and felt a little embarrassed.
He grabbed He Zhi's wrist and pulled him away, bent down and picked up his travel bag, turned around and walked into the room.
Within two steps, Ji Mao heard He Zhi close the door, and stood behind him complaining: "The old man asked you to dismantle the bomb, and you still expect me to stay there?"
Ji Mao didn't look back, just as he put the travel bag on the sofa, he was hugged from behind.
He Zhi hugged very hard, and Ji Mao's body protection net rose to a state of alert, only to send an alarm to him.
The person behind held his arms so tightly, as if he really missed Ji Mao, but he was too stupid to speak.
Ji Mao was surrounded by him in a daze, and suddenly the system prompted that the temperature sensor was blocked, and the temperature of the blocking object was 36.9 degrees.
The temperature sensor was installed on the back of Ji Mao's neck, and He Zhi's lips were just covering that small piece of skin, rubbing back and forth.
He Zhi likes the area on the back of Ji Mao's neck, because only on this little bit of skin, when he touches Ji Mao, Ji Mao can also know that He Zhi is touching him.
After hugging Ji Mao enough, He Zhi pulled him to his side and examined him from head to toe.
Although Ji Mao doesn't have a sensory system for the time being, since he was brought under He Yongchen's command, a whole project team of senior engineers has been serving him. His human body analysis system is improving day by day, and he is very sensitive to human body behavior. , he can find it.
At this moment, he found that the hand that He Zhi was holding his left hand for inspection was trembling, so he raised his right hand and pressed the back of He Zhi's hand: "I said I'm fine, why are you nervous?"
"What is this?" He Zhi pinched Ji Mao's right hand. Ji Mao was taken aback and wanted to pull his hand back, but He Zhi was so strong that he grabbed him and slowly turned his hand over, revealing the broken hole on his palm. mouth.
"I'm fine, and it won't hurt." Ji Mao knew that He Zhi was very irritable when he saw his body being injured, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he focused on making up for it sincerely, "I'll change another body when I go back. Both are useful."
"You're fine, I'm fine," He Zhi touched Ji Mao's scratched bionic skin with his fingers, lowered his head and said gloomily, "Fuck, next time I ask you to do this kind of work, I'll blow up his headquarters building first."
Ji Mao knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, so he turned his palm back, shook hands with him, and changed the subject: "How do you know I'm in the Middle East?"
"The old man said it. He asked his secretary to tell me because he was afraid that I would lose my temper." He Zhi stood up, went to find a Band-Aid in his luggage, put Ji Maoping on the wound, and said, "Really Fucking shit, I'm sure you'll be honest, what do you tell me to do."
Ji Mao didn't refute, Ren Hezhi flattened the Band-Aid and cursed at his father.
After cursing for a while, He Zhi finally calmed down a bit, and said, "But the old man is not bad sometimes, let me bring you a new body with a sensor system."
Ji Mao was stunned for a moment, and He Zhi said again: "According to me, if you are asked to do these tasks, you are clumsy, so it is better not to sense it, and it is enough to feel it when you are in bed with me."
Ji Mao looked at him, not knowing what to say.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, Ji Mao's dinner arrived, Ji Mao opened the door, and the waiter pushed the dining station at the door.
There are many people in the nuclear power base, from the operators to the cooks, and the service personnel, Logan has handed over almost all the work that does not require precise measurement to manual labor.
Ji Mao walked to the door, thanked the waiter, came in with a plate, and knew to He: "It's just for you."
He Zhi swaggered and sat on his sofa, watched Ji Mao put the plate on the table, and glanced at the dishes: "Is this what Ke Ming gave you?"
"..." Ji Mao silently helped him remove the tableware, "I don't want to eat."
He Zhi leaned over, took a few mouthfuls of spaghetti, put down the fork, and commented: "Ke Ming will not change the chef later, I will change him."
"You're being too lenient." Ji Mao poured him a glass of water and handed it over.
"The old man said he wants me to take over the nuclear power in the Middle East next month," He Zhi answered, took a sip, and argued, "I still have to come."
It is a fact that he has always been picky, and he is used to being domineering, rude and ruthless. He never gave anyone face in the past, and he would put down his airs only when talking to Ji Mao, and suddenly became an ordinary person.
Ji Mao sat aside and didn't speak. He turned on the screen, and there were only three channels in it. The sound on the screen was intermittent. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they both pretended to be watching the news broadcast in K Mandarin very seriously. The atmosphere was a bit subtle.
After sitting like this for a while, it was Ji Mao who finally broke the deadlock and asked, "How many days are you staying?"
"Two days." He Zhi waited engrossed in waiting for Ji Mao to speak, and answered almost the moment Ji Mao finished asking.
"Oh," Ji Mao lowered his head and pursed his lips, "I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon, you can see me off."
"What are you going to give?" He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's wrist and pulled him over, "The Nordic project is finished, you stay with me."
Ji Mao glanced at him, raised his legs and sat astride him, He Zhi's body was a little stiff, his hands were loosened, and he put them on the sofa, looking like Liu Xiahui, seeing Ji Mao wanted to laugh, so he leaned over and hugged him. Whisper in his ear, "Do you want to do it?"
"Wait until you change your body," He Zhi said, putting his hand on Ji Mao's shoulder, he was still reluctant to push him away for a long time.
"Aren't you in a hurry?" Ji Mao imitated He Zhi, turned his face sideways, and kissed his lips.
He Zhi finds it difficult to refuse Ji Mao most of the time. Ji Mao closes his eyes slightly, carefully follows the program setting, and accurately touches the tip of his tongue to the tip of his tongue. he.
After being kissed by him for a while, He Zhi finally pressed Ji Mao's shoulder and pushed him away.
Ji Mao didn't follow his tricks, reached out to touch He Zhi's legs, leaned over and whispered, "You are hard."
"Ji Mao," He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's hand a little angrily, and pushed him onto the bed, "Don't fucking tease me."
"Why are you teasing?" Ji Mao joked with him, "Aren't I your blow-up doll?"
But it didn't seem funny, He Zhi's face was still stern, and he looked angry, he pinched Ji Mao's chin and asked him: "What do you mean, turn over my old account?"
Ji Mao was not afraid of him, looked at He Zhi with a smile, and said, "Isn't it true?"
"Fuck," He Zhi let go of his hand, and looked at Ji Mao a little depressed, "Okay, stop talking."
He Zhi speaks fiercely, but the action of kissing Ji Mao is very gentle.
The kiss was not long, more like a stamping ceremony than an ordinary kiss between lovers.
Ji Mao knew that He Zhi restrained his lust, so he could feel his love.
He quickly moved away from Ji Mao and said, "I'll take you to switch."
Ji Mao nodded and asked He Zhi: "Do you know that you seem to do too much?"
He Zhi couldn't cover Ji Mao's mouth, and Ji Mao relied on the stereo to make his voice without relying on the mouthpiece, so he directly picked it up, strode out, and carried it all the way to his aircraft. The hatch opened spontaneously, and then put the Ji Mao put it down.