Chapter 462

At the same time, in the living room of the suite where old Corey, Horace, and Benedict live, Boyle, Mankey and others are sitting around the coffee table. The scene of Fang and Tang Lin fighting Morris slave in the underground prison of "Fallen Angel".

"What do you think?" Boyle asked.

"This Tang Lin...is very skilled." Horace rarely showed contempt or contempt on his face. On the contrary, his expression was a little dignified.

"Indeed." Benedict nodded, looked at Manki, and said seemingly casually, "It's a difficult character."

"Don't worry, I'll catch him when the time comes." Manki looked straight at him, with a calm demeanor and indescribable confidence.

"With your words, I feel relieved." Benedict smiled, different from the hypocritical smile before, this time he smiled happily.

Horace was also very happy. He remembered an East Asian proverb, "Know yourself and your enemy, and you can win a hundred battles." Although he hated this sentence, it cannot be denied that it made sense.

Old Corey hadn't spoken all the time, with strong and complicated emotions accumulated between his brows, including doubts, surprises, and thoughts...

Boyle knew what he was worried about, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "I know what you're thinking, but I saw their injuries with my own eyes. It's rare for a mere businessman to have such skills. , even if he was a soldier before."

"That's true." Old Corey nodded, wondering if he was thinking too much. Once a person gets old, he can't change his suspiciousness.

According to the situation in the video record, Tang Lin's skills are good, he can fight ten against one, but he can't stand the siege of many people. As for Freya, she was obviously ignored by them.

A little girl who is so innocent that she holds a chicken feather as an arrow and counts the stars seriously under cloudy conditions. How big can it be?

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At the same moment, in the meeting room of the Governor's Mansion of "Deperun", the capital city of "Arkesi". Five government officials in charge of the planet's internal security affairs are sitting at a small conference table with Marlo Smith, discussing the on-site situation report sent overnight by the "Akuras" police department, which is about the comprehensive entertainment of "Fallen Angel" Violent incidents in clubhouses.

"This guy is really a disaster." Marlow sat in the chief seat, shaking his head and sighing.

A white man with thick eyebrows on the left said: "Fortunately, there was no mass bloodshed.

Otherwise, wouldn't they be caught by the old guys from the Star Alliance and the Silver Eagle Group..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped, pondered for a moment, and said doubtfully: "Do you think this is the other party's conspiracy?"

A 50-year-old middle-aged man on Marlow's right hand shook his head and said, "Probably not. If those old guys really wanted to make trouble, how could they waste their energy on such trivial matters? This is no less than scaring the snake away."

Marlow nodded: "Indeed, now the Star Alliance government's eyes are fixed on the border, and what they should worry about now is how to deal with the Sulu Empire and the Mongya Empire, instead of focusing on 'Arcassie' or On that guy named 'Tang Fang'."

"Then this matter... do you want to find someone to test Boyle's tone?" Thick eyebrows said.

"Need not."

Being able to sit on such a sensitive planet as "Arkesi" is enough to show the trust of the high-level empire in him. Marlo Smith has always been known for his calmness and wisdom. He sees farther and thinks deeper than ordinary people.

"According to the information sent back by the intelligence personnel of the Star Alliance, the Asian youth named 'Tang Fang' made many enemies in the process of preparing for the establishment of 'Morning Star Foundry'. Not only did he become enemies with 'Iga Industry', it is said that he also provoked O'Neill was furious...and he seemed to have tricked us once."

"According to the intelligence just collected by the customs. I'm thinking about one thing. Could someone be setting him up?"

"Get off the hook?" The tall and thin man next to the thick eyebrows showed doubts: "Isn't that kid very smart?"

"This matter is handled by Corey Christian, and the Rover Technology Complex is his only ally in the Star Alliance."

As soon as Marlo Smith finished speaking, the middle-aged man who spoke before suddenly thought of something, and said coldly, "You mean..."

"Keep an eye on Boyle and tell the military units around the 'Adano' storage base to be ready to attack at any time." The wise Governor raised his head and stared at Tang Fang, whose cheek was stained with blood on the monitor: "Those of the Star Alliance Isn’t the old guy being overwhelmed by the fleets of the Sulu and Monya empires on the border? I don’t mind dragging their hind legs behind, it’s not my fault, they sent it to the door by themselves.”

Marlo Smith lay back in his chair. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The Star Alliance advocates democracy, freedom, and the supremacy of human rights, and thinks it is superior to others. It is a symbol of civilization and a disseminator of universal values. Actually? It's all bullshit. Citizens know too much, think too much, and the smarter they are, the harder it is to restrain them. The policy of obscuring the people and regulating mainstream values ​​is the kingly way.

Just like the scene in front of you, the capitalists don’t care about national interests, and the citizens will not let the government send their offspring to die on the battlefield, but the imperial society is different. Under brainwashing and sticks, they have no choice.

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Captain Tang didn't know that there were still people thinking about him at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and it wasn't just a wave. Even the governor was willing to leave the fragrant and warm bed, and looked at his photo affectionately instead of thinking about the soft and fragrant nephrite.

Of course, even if he knew it, he would laugh it off at most, because he didn't have the heart to take care of these trivial matters now.

When he entered the room after taking a shower, Freya was digging half of her head into his quilt, trying to sniff her nose like a little white-haired Jingba who only smelled ham sausage.

Tang Fang really wanted to tell her not to smell it anymore, he hadn't used that quilt yet, and there was no other smell except for the laundry detergent, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided to forget it.

"Freya, what are you doing?"

Tang Fang threw her a can of milk, walked to his side, uncovered the quilt, took off his shoes and went to bed.

"Hehehe..." The girl got out of the quilt, threw herself on him, slid into her arms like a dexterous monkey, and said with a smile, "I want to smell you in the quilt."

"What's the result?" He took the milk that had rolled aside, unscrewed it with a "click", and handed it to her.

Freya took it obediently. Nesting in his arms, like a pine tree cracking nuts, he took two sips of the milk jug and said, "No."

Tang Fang scratched her nose: "It's strange to be talented."

The little girl is not entangled in this matter. Suddenly holding a milk jug and shaking it in front of her eyes: "Why should I drink this? Tang Yun said that eating and drinking before going to bed is not good. It is easy to gain weight."

"Drink, make up for what you drink." Tang Fang said as if teasing Claire, and it was only after he finished speaking that he remembered that it was Freya who was lingering in his arms. Although there was only a word difference, it was not The same person, and it seems that her place doesn't need to be repaired...

How did Freya's little mind know that the captain was eating her tofu. He took away the milk jug, looked down at his chest for a few moments, and said seriously, "Do you want to mend it? Why did Tang Yun say that it feels the best?"

It's Tang Yun again, it's Tang Yun again!

Tang Fang's face turned green. This time, he was determined to separate the two of them when he went back. What did that guy do? Sooner or later, Freya will be taught badly by her.

"呵...呵..." There was the sound of the straw being emptied from the milk jug.

Tang Fang took the empty can from her hand, put it on the bedside table, and put her on the other side of the bed.

Freya pouted and said pitifully, "I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep under the quilt with you."

The captain ignored this. He leaned against her and said, "Freya, how about we play a game before going to bed?"

"Okay. Okay." The little girl responded immediately, and then asked expectantly: "Eat bananas? Or...see goldfish?"

Tang Fang stopped holding her waist, his face moved out from behind the waterfall-like hair, dark and thick, beautiful black: "Freya, what are you thinking about?"

"Isn't it?" Freya showed doubts: "Horace came over at night and said he wanted to take me to watch the fireworks, so I said you wouldn't let me go, because uncles are very good at lying, and their real purpose is not to lie Eating bananas is watching goldfish...and then...and he said you would do the same."

finished. The little girl glanced at his thigh intentionally or unintentionally: "If it's Tang Fang...Tang Fang's banana..."

"Horace..." Before she could finish speaking, Tang Fang suddenly yelled angrily, "You old bastard!"

Freya was taken aback. The simple little brain couldn't understand why Tang Fang was so angry, because she had always been very good. He has always been very obedient, earnestly lying on the beach chair and counting the stars, and resolutely rejected the temptation from the strange uncle.

Perhaps feeling the doubt and incomprehension in the little girl's eyes, Tang Fang raised his head and stared at the chandelier surrounded by bouquets of flowers on the ceiling, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Bananas and goldfish won't be seen again two years later." Late, what I want to do now is another game."

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't chase Freya away, you can play any game you want."

Tang Fang swallowed hard, he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at this moment, this is a tm plot! This tm is the plot of Li Fan!

Recalling the strange look in Tang Lin's eyes just now, the captain let out a long sigh and was extremely wronged. He dared to swear to God that this time he promised Freya to share the same bed and sleep under the quilt because he had a serious business to do. Do.

... Well, actually, it's nice to have a beautiful woman warming the bed.

"Emma, ​​let's get started."

Freya lay on the bed with her legs together, hugged his arms with both hands, looked at the kind and fascinated face only 0.01 meters away from the tip of her nose, stared closely at his eyes, and said a word: "Don Fang, I'm afraid..."

Master Captain feels that he is committing a crime!

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In the early morning of the next day, "Babylon" sprinkled a piece of golden yellow on the sea surface. Seagulls bathed in the morning light and sang in the low altitude, sometimes spreading their wings to glide and sometimes flapping hard.

The naughty waves gently kiss the beach, as if countless pearls are dancing happily.

The female Morris slaves of the hotel started a new day of shellfish picking. They walked barefoot on the beach with rattan baskets on their wrists, and threw beautiful shellfish and conch into the baskets.

The warm sea breeze swayed their long skirts, messed up their hair, and covered the beautiful footprints behind them with splashing waves.

A shiny aircraft jumped out of the water, carrying a net full of plump sea fish and sailed away in the wind. There was no half "Cui Fanke" among the greenery on the mountainside.

Tang Fang frowned because he didn't know whether it was because the waves were too loud, or the girls' laughter was fascinating, or the seagulls' long cries were harsh. Waking up from a deep sleep.

Sunshine fills the entire bedroom, and the sea breeze blows the veils by the windows.

With a scent of fragrance, Freya's soft and shiny hair brushed across her cheeks. Itchy and slippery.

She turned her back to herself. The long hair swayed gently in the breeze, sometimes flying, sometimes swaying.

Looking from behind, she looked like a gentle and virtuous wife in her sleep, with a beautiful back, long hair that was smooth like a waterfall, and a body fragrance that made people willing to be lazy.

"It's dawn..." He opened his eyes to look at a bright window, then closed his eyes to savor Freya's body fragrance. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found an abnormal situation.

The color of Freya's hair is a little different from before. The original dark brown hair has a hint of blue under the sun.

"Emma, ​​what's going on?" He turned his attention to the system space.

"Commander, according to the calculation data of the central computer of the Star Trail Command Center, it may be a side effect of the experiment last night."

"Side effects? Be clear."

"Commander, do you still remember the appearance of the Ipsi Dragon?"

"Of course I remember." Tang Fang agreed, recalling the image of the Ipsilon girl named "Liana", and suddenly realized: "You mean..."

Emma does not have the ability to guess the deep meaning of human words, she will only state the facts based on the data: "If Freya's body data is correct, the experiment last night should have activated the genetic characteristics of ipsilon. This is what caused the hair quality mutation .”

The Yipsi dragons have no hair. To be precise, their "hair" is not hair strands. Rather, it is a tulle-like structure that covers the top of the head layer by layer. Generally speaking, it is blue in color, and the depth varies from person to person.

"Will this have any adverse effects on Freya's body?"

"Commander, according to the calculation data, it should not be so. Not only that, this change also proves the feasibility of that plan from the side."

Recalling the scene last night, Tang Fang felt that what Emma said was reasonable, so he nodded. Withdraw consciousness from system space.

"Perhaps we should wake up Freya to check carefully to see if there are any such changes in other parts of the body."

Think here. He tried to pat the girl on the shoulder, and then he found a problem. There was something wrong with my hand, because it was just pressing on Freya's chest, and it was very, very naturally pinching a bulging, extremely elastic meatball.

In fact, not only the hands are taking advantage, but the tough guy below is also very dishonest.

Freya was curled up in his arms with her back turned, so an embarrassing situation happened, and the peculiar physical reaction of a certain morning made him very troubled and depressed.

So he decided to pretend to sleep like this, and wait until he stabilized his emotions. By the way, he could eat more tofu, so why not do it?

So he closed his eyes again, and drew the outline of the ball in his mind according to the touch from his palm. Then, he found that it was wrong to do so, because the more he did this, the harder it was to regain his composure, and holding on... really It's so uncomfortable.

Although his sanity was still there, he found desperately that the thoughts in his head were like a wild horse, it ran and ran like that, and couldn't stop.

This is a kind of torment, but also a kind of enjoyment. Tang Fang thinks that he can use the name of a movie to describe him now --- "Half Sea, Half Flame"

Pain and happiness.

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In the end, Tang Fang's idea didn't come true. Freya woke up, but he still shamelessly stood up and resisted.

The pile of soft, bouncy, and fleshy things seemed uncomfortable to be poked. After subconsciously shaking for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore, and quickly lifted the quilt and ran to the side door of the bedroom.

Freya was a little strange. She got up from the bed in a daze, shook off her waterfall-like long hair, and said with an aggrieved face, "Tang Fang, what are you doing? Don't you want me?"

The captain's explanation came faintly from the toilet: "I am in a hurry to urinate."

Hearing this, the little girl just rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked out the window at the golden circle jumping out of the sea, and muttered to herself: "It's dawn." Then she lay down again, closed her eyes, and counted softly. Write: "1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep..."

She thinks that time can stop like this, oh no, the night won't pass so quickly, because Tang Fang won't pee for a long time, he will come back and continue to hug her, and continue to bury his face in the long silky hair , and continued to caress the root of the ear with his warm breath.

Freya's little plan didn't come true, because Tang Fang not only peed, but also washed his face and brushed his teeth. What's more, just as he came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door outside. .

"Brother, it's time to get up. There's news from Boyle that the workers worked overtime overnight, and the minerals have been assembled and are waiting for us to inspect and accept them."

Before Tang Fang could reply, Freya straightened up and said to Tang Lin angrily outside the door: "Don't make noise, don't make noise, Tang Fang hasn't woken up yet."

The captain looked at the little girl in astonishment, she stood up with red eyes, her snow-white feet stepped on the quilt, she threw herself into his arms, and begged: "Sleep a little longer, sleep a little longer, okay? good?"

"Freya, it's important." Tang Fang patted her on the back lightly and said, "Change quickly, I'll take you with me this time."

"real?"

"of course it's true!"

After getting an affirmative answer, the little girl finally smiled through her tears, happily slipped off his body, and ran out of the room in her pajamas like a gust of wind.

Looking at her back, she smiled helplessly, walked to the head of the bed, changed her clothes, then opened the door and walked out.

From the moment he took the first step out of the room, Tang Lin kept looking at him and smiling, until the Captain walked to the sofa and sat down, the boy was still smiling. (to be continued)

ps: Thanks to Angel's Delusion, Life-Wasting Michong 2 book friends for their rewards.