Extraordinary Force Majeure
At night, Leo's white shirt was surrounded by an apron, washing the dishes by the kitchen sink.
After eating dinner that was cooked by himself, the warm feeling of fullness made him feel happy, but it also brought certain sequelae—the office fast food at noon became very unpalatable, and he would have to spend more self-control in the future. Go bear it.
His lover and partner is nestling on the sofa, soaking a pot of scented Lapsang Souchong, holding a laptop, looking like he is browsing the web, while watching it, occasionally laughing a few times.
"What are you looking at?" Leo finished washing the dishes and took off his apron and walked over. He sat down tightly, wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist, and took a sip from the teacup on the dwarf table in the other.
"Do you know what admonition is?" The other party asked a dumb question.
Leo reflexively took up the textbook: "Admonishment is a lighter coercive measure. It means that the court criticizes and educates people who obstruct civil litigation behavior with lesser circumstances, and orders them to make corrections. They must not repeat them."
"Wrong, the admonition is that I use a calf leather whip to slap your ass." He smiled, and moved the computer screen over to show him.
Leo quickly scanned the text on the webpage, pinching the ears of the cup with his fingers stiffly, and widening his eyes in astonishment: "This is... what the hell!"
"The same humanities written by the girls on the Internet, their fantasies are really omnipotent. Look, I have roughly counted them, I have 40% of you, 30% of you, and you and me. There are 20% of those on the table. Oh, the remaining 10% are so-called ghosts, admonitions, sexual abuse, and teaching texts—you know I will handcuff you to the dining table with police handcuffs, feed your ass and drink red wine, and then While stirring, say,'Look, how hungry is the little mouth below you'?"
Leo sprayed all the black tea on the carpet.
He coughed half-dead, and cried out with loss of demeanor: "What the hell is this!"
"I think the creativity is pretty good, we can try it tonight." Finished said.
Leo snapped on the computer screen immediately, and said with a black face, "You are not allowed to watch these messy things on the Internet! Also, can't the relationship between the two male protagonists in your novel be simple? To provoke those crazy..." He remembered the term Rob used to popularize science, "Slanting fans? These young girls are really too, don't you go out in love and have sex all day long!"
"The two male protagonists of my novel are so innocent, they didn't even have a kiss. And you see, the law can't control things like adultery. They just entertain themselves in their circles, and they haven't violated it. The rights of others, right?" He put on a tolerant gesture.
Leo was still annoyed: "They violated my rights-why didn't I handcuff you to the dining table?"
He laughed: "It seems we are going to have a fight tonight, and use the victory or defeat to decide whose ass is drunk."
One o'clock.
Rob and Agent Bruce are on a night shift in the computer room of the information processing center. The two chatted one after another, drinking drinks and yawning.
"I heard that the'special non-staff agent' went to New York and caught a serial killer in less than 24 hours." Bruce said gossiping. "I also heard that the mafia over there is somehow annoying. Agent Lawrence, was served in a pot."
"It's not surprising. Together, these two people are as powerful as an intercontinental missile." Rob replied.
Bruce lowered his voice with a sly expression: "I also heard that these two people have a leg. Is it true?"
Rob gave him a slanted look: "Why don't you ask the person?"
The other party shrank his neck, "Come on, I couldn't speak as soon as I saw Agent Lawrence's face-from the hair to the chin, it said'I'm an elite, an iceberg, a workaholic, I'm doing business, I'm all right.' I leaned over and asked if this was looking for a chance?"
Rob was amused by his scornful and mean tone, and accidentally spilled his drink on the console.
"Oh my God, it depends on what you did!" another agent exclaimed, jumping up and wiping his sleeves frantically, "I told you earlier that you are not allowed to bring drinks in here. You are so careless! "
Rob apologized again and again, and hurriedly cleaned up with him.
At this moment, a new window popped up on the computer screen, and the piercing alarm sounded along with the flashing red light.
"Alarm? What alarm..." Bruce's gaze moved between the screen and the buttons on the console, he said something in his mouth, and immediately remembered, and exclaimed: "That's it! The new monitor positioning anklet, the current limit is the headquarters building. Within 2 kilometers of the center radius, the wearer is approaching the edge. I see, the toe ring number 006 is... Luo Yilin! The location is... ”
Rob immediately grabbed his cell phone and dialed the shortcut number: "Leo, your cat is going away!"
Leo drove across the city streets while dialing his cell phone number. The bright red dot on the screen of the on-board intelligent system reminded him that the other party will soon cross the cordon and leave the range limited by the locator.
The night wind puffed in from the open car window, blowing away the last trace of alcohol from him.
Kill this bastard... I know that the red wine after dinner tonight is uneasy and kind, but he still lives his way. Leo grinded his teeth with annoyance and aftertaste.
But why would he suddenly leave without saying goodbye and run around the street with an alarm
Leo knew that he really hated that ankle ring, and tried to remove it repeatedly, but he stopped it.
If there is something really wrong, you can't tell it. Can the two solve the problem together? Or is he unable to tolerate the loss of freedom, so he wants to escape the shackles recklessly
Leo shook his head. He knew exactly what kind of person he was: For a person who is accustomed to making decisions and studying mental arithmetic, any hasty or impulsive behavior means that there is a deeper cunning behind it.
After dropping the unanswered mobile phone, he increased the speed again. At this moment, the red dot on the screen finally stopped moving and was firmly fixed at a distance of less than two hundred meters from the edge of the restricted area.
Leo made a sudden brake and got out of the car. In front of me is a nightclub called "Angel of Death" at the end of the street. The neon lights are flashing and people flow in and out. It looks quite large. Every time the door is opened, DJ music, laughter, and loud noises rush out like a dam opening.
The positioning shows that the finish is inside. Leo frowned, stuffed a banknote into the janitor's hand, and walked in through the narrow door. The hall inside is full of fun-seeking red men and green women, drinking and smoking, chatting and flirting, jumping for joy... The colorful and blurred lights walk among the flickering faces of people, and the carcass of the three-pointed girl on the high platform is wrapped around the steel pipe. , Snake twists like enchanting.
Leo looked around and searched, shuttled through the crowd, apologized a lot, and refused more invitations, finally saw the familiar figure in the corner of the bar—slowly, wearing a refreshing short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, just like that. A young and fresh college student just out of school, with a brisk smile, was clinking glasses with a long-haired shawl and a hot girl in a low-cut tight skirt.
When he saw Leo coming over, he said to the bartender behind the bar, "Give me another glass of whiskey." ."
"Your friend?" The long-haired hot girl with a darker complexion smiled and asked to kill her, her fingers coated with silver nail polish slowly rubbing on the wine glass, with subtle hints, "You are so handsome—you are too, but you are different. type."
"It's too late to change your mind now, Ulica, he's still a bachelor." He said with a smile.
"No, I'm not this kind of person, looking at the bowl, thinking about the pot." Ulica stretched out her arms, "Go to my room to drink? My private possession is much better than the one on this bar." NS."
"Wait a minute." Leo said, pulling the finale out of her enthusiastic arm and pulling it into the corner: "What the hell are you doing? You're about to cross the line, come back with me!"
"Quick, that's not it yet." Finished shrugging disapprovingly. "I met Eulica at the station a few days ago. It's cute, isn't it. She is one of the shareholders of this bar. She invited me to have a few drinks. , Hasn't violated any federal law, right?"
Leo lowered his face: "Then you have already drunk, can you go?"
He smiled like a smile: "Agent, are you really so confused, or are you pretending to be stupid? You didn't see that she was interesting to me?"
The black-haired agent replied stiffly: "She can be interesting to you, but you can't. You already have a master."
He burst into laughter.
"Well, I don't want to be caught in bed by a vinegar jar. Don't worry, I don't mean that to her. In fact, this is a long-abandoned contact point, but there was a signal suddenly in these two days."
"What's the meaning?"
He got close to Leo and whispered a name.
Leo frowned: "Is it him? He is now on the Interpol's most wanted list. Rob's friend, the criminal named'Wei', is still gritting his teeth because the informant died in his hands."
"So I have to get in touch and see what's inside."
"I'll go too." Leo said immediately.
He shook his head and said, "Then I won't see him. Dear agent, your black suit and small notebooks are really supernatural. Give me some personal time and solve some personal problems, how about?"
Leo glared at him furiously and helplessly. Seeing that he was determined, he had to take a step back: "Give you an hour. I'll wait in the car outside the bar and call my cell phone if something happens."
"Yes, Dad. By the way, help me buy a bottle of wine. The inventory at home is almost used tonight." He shook his finger at him with a mocking expression, returned to Ulika, and walked along the stairs behind the bar. Go up.
They crossed the corridor and entered a room at the end.
After the door was locked, Ulica pulled off the long wig and flung his sharp buzz, complaining in a neutral voice that was indistinguishable by men and women: "It's boring! The other guys are not as troublesome as you, and they dragged it." Annoying tail... Forget it, come with me."
"Other people, how many have come?" asked Qin Qing.
The smile on Ulica's face has long since disappeared. The masculine hairstyle and mature and glamorous makeup, set off the jealous and deserted look, make her look like a statue of an ancient god that combines male and female characteristics.
"I'm just to lead people, and I don't have the obligation to answer questions." She said stiffly, walking to the deepest wall in the room, turning the mechanism, and revealing a secret elevator.
He walked in, and among the only two buttons, he chose the one that was down. Before the elevator closed, he raised his eyebrows warningly at Ulica: "Don't mess with that tail, be careful of being strangled."
The elevator went down and stopped quickly. The moment the door just opened, the cold light shot in from a vertical gap, cutting his facade straight. He calmly tilted his head to one side, brushing his ears with a sharp blade, and nailing it to the back wall with a noise.
"Oh, it's not a snowfield!" In the gloomy space, a voice screamed regretfully, "But it's not a phalanx either-you didn't win either!"
"So what." The other voice said, and he took out something swiftly, "Take it! You guy has never gambled and lost nine times, but today it's a shit luck."
The third voice smiled and said: "I wish to bet."
"How did you guess?" the man who spoke first asked.
A figure appeared in the dark, trying to hook the shoulders of the young man: "It's telepathic."
He rushed forward, got rid of the other party's hook, lifted his trouser legs and motioned him to look at the metal ring on his ankle.
Aurora blew his whistle: "Oh, puppy collar, I was prepared." Using a magic trick, he pulled out a two-finger-wide external chip from his palm and pressed it against the metal ring. , Then turn on the laptop and enter a series of complex commands in the standby window. The two green lights on the metal foot ring flickered regularly and alternately, and suddenly turned into a long light. "I forged a fake electromagnetic signal, which can temporarily shield the outside world without worrying about being monitored, and there will be no coordinate movement."
"But?" Qin Qing asked as expected.
Aurora scratched his lips awkwardly: "There is only one to two hours of validity, because they use a swimming encryption method and automatically generate a new password every once in a while. I need time to crack it."
"In other words, you can't figure it out." The final conclusion unceremoniously.
"I can do it! It just takes time, two days... No, one day!" Aurora cried.
"I only have one hour." He said, and walked to the other two people, and gave a high-five hello, "Quick, Wolf."
The other party held his palm and patted him on the back: "Hi, Luo Yi."
"It's been a while since I saw you on TV and newspapers, you can really make a lot of noise." Kuai Ke said.
"Although you are serving your sentence outside of prison, maybe someday the FBI will cross the river and demolish the bridge and throw you back in prison again. Be careful." Wolf said.
He nodded his head: "I know."
Aurora rushed up from behind and got his wish on his shoulder: "I have to say, the technique is really cool, serial killer killer."
He smiled faintly, and did not respond.
The four people walked deeper into the basement along the passage, and arrived in a round hall where many stacked wooden boxes took up most of the space. Eight others arrived earlier than them, standing or sitting, waiting happily. Seeing them come in, there was another commotion in the crowd, and the whole hall was filled with rude and wanton greetings, many of which were violent methods that were unacceptable for ordinary people.
"You said, how many people will respond to this assembly order suddenly issued by the phalanx?" Kuai Ke played with the throwing knife in his hand and said, "After all, since the captain... The'Arctic fox' basically exists in name only, and half of the remaining people will not be able to become a big climate."
Wolf sighed silently and glanced at him, "Seriously, you will respond. I'm quite surprised. After all, you are the earliest and most determined one among the seven who left."
He looked at the large wooden box at his feet, his eyes deep and he didn't say a word.
Aurora stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair vigorously: "Little devil! It's so easy to raise it, and the captain has become this deadly virtue once again!"
While talking, Xueyuan walked into the hall alone, looked around coldly, then walked to the corner and stood still.
"As the convener, the phalanx hasn't come yet?" Aurora muttered dissatisfiedly.
The thirteen people in the field waited for another half an hour, and began to commotion impatiently, but the phalanx still did not appear.
Just as the crowd was overwhelming, a loud voice suddenly came from the door: "The phalanx can't come for the time being."
The voice after a long absence is very familiar and shocking, making people feel like thunder.
Everyone turned their heads for the first time and looked at the source of the sound with surprise—
team leader!
It turned out to be the captain!
"So I came for him." The captain said, walking in with strides.
Su Qing raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the opponent in disbelief-thin and tall body, short flax hair, ordinary and resolute facial features, no matter from which point of view, he is indeed the captain who has been with him for ten years.
The captain saw him at a glance, stopped in front of him, smiled gently, and there were unconcealable wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. He felt sore in his nose and blocked throat, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, "...I thought you were dead." He said dryly.
"Everyone thought I was dead, even myself." The captain replied, "It took me five full months to accept the fact that I was still alive but my legs were paralyzed, and it took another nineteen months to rebuild. A miracle was finally won."
The team members regained their senses from their shock and gathered around. Some of them asked excitedly, while others watched silently with a complex mood similar to the feelings of hometown.
Only the snowy field was still standing there, watching coldly, and in the midst of greetings, he said: "I was there at the time. I don’t believe anyone can survive such an explosion and look unharmed—you really are. Captain?" His voice was gloomy, as if pouring a basin of ice water into boiling oil, exploded with harsh noises and choking smoke.
The captain smiled disapprovingly, "Do you want to prove that I am me? It is estimated that no organization can issue it." He thought about it, and said, "Maybe these can prove it."
Then he began to unbutton his shirt one by one, revealing a thin but healthy body, with numerous scars interlaced with old and new on it, with a bruised and outrageous beauty. "This," he pointed to an old bumpy bullet hole on his left arm, "you dug out the bullet with your own hands. You can't find the medicine temporarily. Use gunpowder to eliminate the poison, remember, piranha?"
The little player who was named nodded vigorously.
"Here." The captain pointed to a hideous scar under his ribs again. The other team member interrupted dullly: "I did it. The drink was too high that day... I'm such a bastard, Captain..."
"And this—" The captain put his hand behind his back, but was grasped by the closest finisher. He glanced at the snowfield, and hugged the captain tightly in the silence that made one breathless.
The crowd huddled up and hugged the captain like a tree trunk covered with huge jackfruits.
Kuai Ke whispered to Xueyuan: "Even Luo Yi thinks it's okay. I said, buddy, are you overly cautious?"
The snowfield looked away with icy rims expressionlessly.
"Yes, guys, I'm back!" The captain stretched out his arms and held his team members as much as possible, with unstoppable excitement hidden in his usual calm tone, "-'Arctic Fox' is back!"
Leo raised his wrist and looked at his watch. One hour and five minutes have passed, but the finality has not appeared, and the phone has not rang. He sighed, opened the door and got out of the car, and suddenly smelled a trace of blood...
The black-haired agent suddenly drew his gun and twisted his body to point to the back of the car: "Who! Come out!"
A dark figure slowly emerged, half of his face blurred. Leo stared at the other half of the other side's intact face for a few seconds. He was sure that he didn't recognize him, and pointed his gun at him unrelentingly: "Who are you?"
The big black man didn't seem to care about his disfiguring injuries, and pulled away a grinning sneer: "Hello, agent."
Leo frowned, suddenly feeling that the voice seemed familiar.
"Don't look confused, neurotic agent, forget our previous transactions?"
"Phalanx!" Leo suddenly reacted and sneered, "It seems that you have not had much luck recently. Do you need me to buy you a drink?"
The phalanx replied carelessly: "Analgesia and disinfection, I thought you had to buy a bottle."
Leo grabbed the bottle in the passenger seat and threw it at him. The phalanx caught it with his hand, unscrewed the bottle cap and gurgled half of the bottle into his mouth, belching happily. He poured the rest of the wine on the wound on his head and face, biting the pain like a knife cut, and said with a strong smile: "The wine is good."
"I thought you were inside. You used a signal to lead him over, didn't you?" Leo asked.
"The signal is not aimed at him, it is a general assembly order in the team. But there was an accident inside and it was inconvenient for me to get in, so I just came to you." Fangzhen wiped his face and said vaguely.
"What are you going to do with me? Ask about the progress of the investigation that year?"
"Part of it." Fangzhen replied, "More importantly, I heard that Luo Yi is in your hands."
"He is not in my hands," Leo said coldly. "He is by my side."
The phalanx shrugged: "Anyway, the meaning is the same. There is something important to him and me... But I was still a step late. I didn't expect him to respond so quickly."
"If this'critical matter' violates federal law, even if he comes out, you don't want to see him." The agent said.
"Really?" The phalanx pointed, and the dead figure appeared at the entrance of the nightclub, walking towards the car they were in, "Why don't you listen to his own opinion."
Leo warned with a calm face: "You better not give me any reason to arrest you."
"Don't worry, I'm under the supervision of Interpol. They chase after dogs more often than dogs." Fang Zhen said sarcastically, and then said hello to the door opening door: "Hey, kid, I saw the miracle of coming back from the dead. how are you feeling?"
Seeing his half-blood gourd-like head, he didn't show any surprises, and sat down in the passenger seat: "Like a suspenseful film full of loopholes and finally having to use magic to round the field."
Leo didn't understand the meaning of his words, but this did not prevent him from smelling the taste of conspiracy. He posed his gun, motioned the phalanx to sit in the back seat, "Let's go, go back to the apartment and talk more about it."