The phone rang three times. Su Chengde didn't answer the unfamiliar number. After three rings, the other party hung up.
Su Chengde is relieved this day, this is the secret code he agreed with Su Qing, no matter where Su Qing is or what contact method he has changed, he will dial this number every morning at seven o'clock, put it down after three rings, Su Chengde knew it was him who called, and it was a sign of safety.
In the end, Su Chengde couldn't fully understand what his prodigal son was doing. Su Qing swore two points, first, he was not doing anything bad, and second, he would come back alive.
There was a "kick, tap, tap" sound behind him, and when Su Chengde turned his head, he saw Tu Tutu holding a big Garfield pillow, which was almost as tall as others, and ran over in his pajamas: "Grandpa, it's the emperor!" Uncle’s phone number?”
"Grandpa" almost made Su Chengde's heart soften, so he opened his hands and took Tu Tutu over, and hugged the fat boy on his lap. Tu Tutu rubbed his head on Su Chengde's shoulder: "When will the emperor come back?"
Su Chengde patted his chubby butt: "Why, miss him? Can't live with grandpa?"
Tu Tutu is not a little shrewder than Su Qing when he was his age. He is well versed in the way of flattery. He once returned to the headquarters of the zero team and immediately blinked his big black eyes when he saw whoever he saw: "Hello, Grandpa!" , um... Living with grandpa is much better than living with uncle Huang, grandpa has a good temper, never gets angry, doesn't spank my ass, and buys me delicious snacks, grandpa is the best."
Su Chengde was elated, and suddenly felt that compared to Tu Tutu, his homeless son was nothing but a fart.
Tu Tutu observed his words and went on to say, "But, although Uncle Huang is impatient and domineering, I haven't seen him for several days, and I still miss him."
Su Chengde was moved and thought that such a good boy with such a conscience at such a young age could not be found even with a lantern, so he said, "Tutu, you can be a grandson to grandpa."
Tu Tutu smiled immediately: "Okay, then I have an uncle and a grandfather!"
When Su Chengde is getting old, people tend to be sentimental. When he saw this little guy's happy appearance, he felt sad—Tu Tutu saw Su Chengde for the first time, and when he was asked, "Where are your parents?", he secretly kissed him on his lap. After pinching it, I squeezed out two streams of tears, and cried out "My parents were killed by bad guys"—so much so that Su Chengde always regarded him as a little cabbage that no one loved, and it hurt so much .
Tu Tutu continued his efforts and climbed down from Su Chengde's lap. The five of them said in a serious manner: "Grandpa, I'm going to read a book! Uncle Huang stipulates that I have to read books for two hours and do math for two hours a day." problem, one hour to draw, one hour to memorize words, one hour... "
Su Chengde raised his eyebrows when he heard it - what? A ten-year-old child, at the time when he wants to play, won't even let him rest for a while, asking people to learn this and that, what is the purpose of this? Want to kill the child? When you were a kid, why didn't I squeeze you like this
So he pulled Tu Tutu back and said, "We won't listen to him. What book are we reading early in the morning on Sunday? Grandpa doesn't need to hang his head on the beam. Let's go out and play."
Tu Tutu looked up at him pitifully: "The emperor will beat me..."
"Dare he? If he dares to beat you, I'll beat him." Su Qing, who was going through life and death outside, was also shot while lying down like this.
Tu Tutu said with tears in his eyes, "Grandpa is so kind."
I thought to myself, after so many years, I finally found a reliable backer, and I have survived until today, and I want to become a serf and sing!
Su Qing and Hu Bugui, who were thousands of miles away, were finishing their breakfast. There was a small bug terminal in the middle of the dining table. The two listened to the conversation between Tu Tutu and Su Chengde verbatim as morning news. With a colorful face, she grinds her teeth with chopsticks and makes a "creaking" sound.
A little smile flashed across Hu Bugui's face, he was embarrassed to be too obvious, afraid of irritating him, so he lowered his head slightly, picked up the outer skin of the pancake, carefully picked out the chopped green onion that was accidentally mixed in, and then pushed it to Su In front of Qing: "Eat well, don't bite the chopsticks."
Su Qing bit off a quarter of the pancake in one bite, and said angrily: "Little white-eyed wolf, wait to go back, don't let the peach blossom bloom on his ass, I take his surname."
Go back — what a word.
After "going back", there are so many things to be busy with, such as eating pies made by Hu Bugui's mother, beating up Tu Tutu, and dealing with Hu Bugui's honest parents and Su Qing's old-fashioned boss. dad.
Hu Bugui's eyes fell on the morning newspaper on the side, and his eyes flickered for a moment. The man on the front page headline was in his fifties, but he didn't look old at all. His eyes were piercing. When facing the camera, he naturally showed a little calmness. Self-possessed and calm. Three full pages are full of praise for Dr. Zheng.
"We have a few things to do first." Hu Bugui said, "First of all, we must figure out what this 'sleep sickness' is as soon as possible, find a way to effectively shield the explosion, and get utopian materials. Knowing what their hole cards are, they will act rashly. I am afraid that the first one not to let us go is not Zheng Qinghua, but..."
He paused and didn't continue, Su Qing nodded to express his understanding.
"This is the first-level goal, and the second-level goal for this is that we need a group of trustworthy technical and medical personnel."
"The third-level goal is to find out who showed Cheng Ge the painting last time, and borrowed my hand to kill Xu Ruchong." Su Qing finished her breakfast in twos and wiped her mouth.
Hu Bugui pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head: "I really can't think of who it could be..."
"I'm afraid it won't work." Su Qing paused, "I can't think of who it might be, and I can't help but jump over when I think of anyone, as if I'm sorry for him if I stop on him for a second. It's better... Let that person jump out by himself."
"Then we first need a big enough bait." Hu Bugui continued, "How long do you think we have?"
Su Qing shook her head: "Zheng Qinghua and the people behind him are not fools, they can stand firm now, the only bargaining chip is to use that kind of 'sleep sickness' to kidnap all human beings, this is too fragile, anyone with a brain knows , although we are a step behind, but it is not without technical personnel and medical experts, so they will definitely find a more... "
His voice paused, his brows were slightly frowned, as if worried that his future was a bit slim, and he continued: "...the method of burning jade and stone together to strengthen one's legal status—or turn them into 'laws' themselves."
Even on a small table with a wide size, if you look at it from a very close distance, there is still nothing unsightly about Su Qing's facial features. Hu Bugui suddenly felt that his frowning was very annoying, so he couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch his eyebrows. After a while, he smoothed it gently: "Don't frown."
Su Qing grabbed his fingers, put them on the corner of his mouth and licked them, ten fingers connected to his heart, Hu Bugui suddenly felt his heart was numb by electricity, shivered slightly, Su Qing asked provocatively: "Goosebumps?" Do not?"
Hu Bugui nodded silently.
"Then please stop being so flirtatious, old man, okay? I also have goosebumps." Su, who replied with pornography, easily opened his hand, stood up and picked up his coat and put it on his body, "I'm going to pick up the car."
Hu Bugui looked at his back and thought silently, the goosebumps I get are not caused by nausea, they are clearly of different species.
Two hours later, Su Qing took the car back, Hu Bugui had settled the bill and packed up his things, the two of them exchanged a gun for another place, and moved immediately, Su Qing cut up the used fake ID card and disposed of it I didn't know where to take out two new ones. Hu Bugui glanced at the back seat of the car, and found a box full of ammunition under the seat, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this?"
"Smuggling." Su Qing said without blushing and out of breath, and seeing Hu Bugui's strange expression, she added, "Time is tight, I can't get too high-end goods, first use this thing for a while , When everyone is here, I'll go get you something regular."
Hu Bugui silently turned his head away, feeling that he was really inferior to his ability to force Su Qing to stay in the zero team with the help of General Xiong.
Ten hours later, the two arrived at the first stop of the escape trip—General Xiong had marked it on the map, and it was the former site of the Utopia project back then.
Some distance away from the former site of Utopia, Su Qing picked up the binoculars and looked at it for a while, then handed it to Hu Bugui: "Zheng Qinghua moved fast enough, someone is already there."
"Sure enough." Hu Bugui looked at it for a while, "According to the plan, you should be careful."
Su Qing sneered: "It's you who should be careful."
There are still sentries at the old Utopia site at this time. The outermost guard saw a large truck that seemed to be carrying goods approaching not far away. He didn't pay much attention. Although the place is remote, there are still some vehicles carrying goods passing by every day. .
But the car was getting closer and closer, and the guard couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He raised his gun slightly and made a gesture of preparing to aim. At this moment, another car suddenly appeared from nowhere. Collided with a truck, both cars were not slow, the scene of the accident was a tragedy.
The doorman couldn't help but opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the front windshield of the truck shattered all over the floor, and didn't know whether the people inside were round or flat.
He reached out to touch the communicator: "Gate No. 1, 0152, report..." At this time, his eyes were still glued to the scene of the car accident, and for some reason, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell straight down.
A hand quickly caught him and dragged him aside without anyone noticing.
Someone in the communicator answered, "0152, please tell me, what's wrong."
A man with the brim of his hat pulled down put on the doorman's coat, pinched the communicator, opened his mouth, his voice was exactly the same as the doorman just now, and said in a slightly urgent tone: "Gate No. 1 fifty There was a car accident at a distance of 100 meters, please help."