Chapter 311 306 Caesar and Caesar's Queen

Chapter 311 306. Caesar and Caesar's Princess

The Executive Department is a rather special department in Kassel College. Its nominal leader is Professor Schneider, who is close to Ange in bloodline, but this minister can usually only be a commissioner who fully controls the headquarters and the North American branch.

The people who really formulate a series of action plans in operations around the world are a group of guys with the position of "commissioners". The age of the commissioners is generally over the limit. Many of them are old guys close to a hundred years old, and they are the same generation as old guys like Ange, Flamel and Beowulf.

The commissioners in charge of executing the mission jokingly call the commissioners strategic experts. Unfortunately, most of the strategic experts are veteran dragon slayers recruited from the hunting team of the old family. Their thinking is even more outdated. In order to kill a dragon active in the World Trade Center, they can even do things that even crazy people can't do, such as letting terrorists hijack planes and crash them.

"That's why I want you and Lu Mingfei to go on the Tama River mission together. The offshore combat platform may face a large number of ancient corpse guards with bloodlines comparable to A-level, while the Tama River mission only faces gangsters from the Sheqi Eight Clan." In the bedroom of the most luxurious presidential suite in the Peninsula Tokyo Hotel, Caesar stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips gently stroking the huge ancient silver ring on his left index finger.

The branch-shaped crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and the velvet sheets were not surprisingly crumpled by someone. In the open bathroom, a slender and graceful figure could be vaguely seen in the huge bronze bathtub deep in the thin steam.

The ivory-white curtains behind Caesar were only opened a small gap, and the skylight that gradually brightened after the rain jumped in from this gap, illuminating his shadow with a majestic and broad shoulder.

But Caesar did not inherit Mr. Pompeii's romantic genes. The beauty was just a stone's throw away, but his eyes were still on the beechwood shelf by the window. There was a small thing with a groove right above the shelf. It looked like some kind of old communication equipment, with only a very small screen and a circular groove facing the ceiling.

That was not a useless collection, but... the key to bring down God's wrath.

There were three satellites in the geosynchronous orbit that only provided services for this little thing. As long as Caesar put his ancient silver ring into the groove, the "living spirit" sleeping in the key would be awakened, and then the Heavenly Punishment System would operate no matter where he was. Caesar only needed to enter the coordinates, and six tungsten-forged long swords embedded with the Word Spirit. Rhine would fall from the sky, recreating the... world-destroying explosion that occurred in the Tunguska River in Siberia at 7 a.m. on June 30, 1908.

At this time, the gauze-like steam in the bathroom was pushed away by a pair of slender wrists, and the warm and strong fragrance of shower gel and shampoo came to his face.

Caesar retracted his gaze, and looked up and down at the tall girl with water droplets hanging on the ends of her hair and small puddles on her collarbone, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Christine was wrapped in a white bath towel and stood gracefully against the door frame, rubbing her wet long hair with a towel.

The light of the crystal chandelier was originally dimmed, but it was still enough for Caesar to see the exquisite and protruding figure of the girl.

The chest and slender waist wrapped in the bath towel were enough for Master Gattuso to imagine the exquisite and tight curves below, not to mention the slender and tight legs that Christina had never thought of covering.

Christina walked into the room with her bare heels and toes slightly stained with crimson, stood beside the messy big bed, hooked her finger at Caesar from a distance, and raised a slight arc with a slightly red eye corner. Caesar hesitated for a moment, sighed, and walked to her side.

"Remember I told you before that when I graduated from high school, I considered accepting secret training from the GRU and joining the Russian National Security Agency to work for Moscow." Christina pressed on step by step. This girl looked taller than Nono and a little crazy like Nono.

More importantly, although Caesar could understand her, he could never get tired of reading her. It was like a book you loved to the extreme. The book was incredibly thick. It took several years or even decades to finish reading it for the first time, and when you finished reading it and read it for the second time, you would immediately have new feelings and insights.

If I had to say it, it was a bit like Lu Mingfei reading "Preface to Sending Dongyang Ma Sheng" when he was in school, and then he read it again after entering Kassel College and becoming the number one loser. But it was not such a heavy feeling.

The girl leaned forward slightly, and one hand grabbed Caesar's collar. Caesar had to sit down on the edge of the bed, and his body leaned back. The two of them breathed in each other's ears, and their ice-blue eyes and emerald-like beautiful eyes stared at each other.

Looking at the pair of eyes so close, Caesar gently patted Christina's face.

"You did tell me about this experience, but fate has changed since the day your father ran into Professor Guderian on the streets of Moscow." Caesar said.

Christina's admission to Kassel College was really just an accident, an encounter over vodka with ice cubes airlifted from Siberia in Moscow.

After meeting Lu Mingfei and confirming that the latter chose to join Kassel College, Professor Guderian, who was in charge of the college's admissions, flew to Moscow on a business jet overnight and interviewed Ling for admission.

In order to show that she attaches great importance to this matter, Her Royal Highness invited many big figures from the dark side of Russia to attend the banquet, and used the common Russian hospitality etiquette to warmly entertain Gudry, who did not know how to refuse other people's kindness. Professor An.

Guderian was not a mixed race known for his excellent bloodline. He could only be classified as Class B, and because of his old age, he was not able to withstand all the attacks. He managed to leave the banquet drunk. Falling on the streets of Moscow.

If Christina's father hadn't accidentally picked up this little old man, Lu Mingfei would probably have had to change his mentor.

Ling told Lu Mingfei about this matter. At that time, the little old man insisted on leaving and going back to the hotel. In fact, he was secretly followed by the mercenaries from the Elizabeth Palace. If Christina and her father didn't take Guderian back at that time, it would be those female killers who would kill without batting an eye.

"I don't think he is my father." Christina's face was red, her breathing was heavy, her proud chest was rising and falling, and she looked a little annoyed. She gritted her silver teeth and glared condescendingly at Caesar.

"I understand how you feel...I mean, although I rarely talk to you about my family, my father is also a scumbag. I thought he was dead since he was six years old." Caesar Wu There was no way to escape, so he could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Christina used her eyes to oppress Caesar for a long time, but Caesar always seemed to respond with a doting and gentle attitude.

Thinking about it, even a cute Russian girl would feel a little ashamed in this situation. Kristina's face still had the blush after soaking in a hot bath for a long time, but the corners of her eyes and mouth slowly relaxed. She loosened Caesar's collar and sat down next to this guy, not caring that her chest and thighs were exposing a large amount of fair skin.

"My two fathers in the family disagreed with me following the GRU gang of desperadoes, but I still signed up because the job of the GRU special forces is often to arrest corrupt individuals who have fled abroad. Either assassinate or capture those heinous arms dealers." Christina lowered her head and wiped her hair. Her nose bridge was extremely straight and her eye sockets seemed to be extremely deep, hiding all expressions of emotion in the shadows, so that Caesar could not see them. Clear her eyes.

"There is so much darkness in this world. I can't help everyone. Maybe one day I will die on the way to pursue what I want, but my bones can always ignite and bring justice like the sun." "Spread out." Christina said, "I am not afraid of death. I am willing to stay in Jiyuan, because if there is one more person there, there will be one less corpse guard rushing into Tokyo Bay. Caesar, you said that my spirit is the underworld." Therefore, it is not suitable to stay on the sea combat platform, but you, your word spirit is just a sickle, why are you willing to take the risk of walking into that small iron shell and diving to eight thousand miles or even ten thousand meters of water? ?”

Caesar didn't speak, and his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, as if there was a glacial lake several kilometers deep hidden in them.

"Because I am Caesar. If the person who got into the Dieste was Lancelot or Fingel, they would die together with Chu Zihang in the deepest part of the abyss without even being able to find their bones. "When I arrived, I was just standing on the shore holding a long red flag of 'triumph' like an idiot. Then I simply don't know how to tell others about this experience one day in the future." He touched the top of Christina's head. Although Christina was considered tall among girls, she still looked like a child in front of Caesar's height of nearly 1.9 meters.

He said softly, "That's such a shame. Watching my companions die while I live, how can I endure that shame? Christina, you live for your justice, and I also live for my justice. My justice is ...The honor of Caesar Gattuso."

It was obviously a very light statement, but Christina felt that it was said so loudly from the mouth of this guy with a serious chuunibyou.

Those ice blue eyes kept staring at her, and for a few moments Christina felt that she saw the dazzling light of the sun from Caesar's eyes.

"Okay, okay, I really lost to you... Actually, what I want to say is that I am very worried about you. I just want to see you get out of that iron shell again, with a stupid face like the sun. The smiling face waved to everyone around him and said it didn't matter. It was just a dive or something. Don't worry about me... Instead of just hiding in a small bush waiting for the completion of the task sent by Norma, all members of the dive team returned. Report." Christina snorted coldly, turned her face to the side, and stared at the frosted glass of the bathroom with her beautiful dark green eyes, but the hazy crimson quickly spread from the roots of her ears to the girl's clear and slender neck. superior.

Caesar was stunned for a moment. He looked at the blushing face of the Tartar princess because of embarrassment. He suddenly thought of those shy birds that like to fly in the clouds and mists. They spread their wings to break the mist after the rain, flying on the clouds. , leaving black silhouettes on the mountains and branches, each frame is cheerful and memorable.

Caesar's mood brightened, as if a crack in the haze had cracked open, and sunlight filtered through.

At this time, all the negative emotions that seemed to be about to dive into the abyss had dissipated. Caesar wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He thought, in fact, Christina was much more suitable for him than that little witch.

Why, why is there still a trace of unwillingness, as if something has really been lost. Although I didn't take it to heart, it was like a very thin needle piercing my finger. You can feel it, but you can never find it...

Thinking about it, Master Gattuso was about to prepare a French kiss with Miss Christina.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get closer and closer with your big face at this time, bastard!" Christina suddenly slapped Caesar's side face, and hot air was coming out of her hair.

Master Gattuso hesitated a little, thinking that the atmosphere just now was probably in place, that kind of pink mood filled the girl's heart, that kind of passion of a man and a woman in the same room, that kind of...

Christina couldn't push Caesar, so she stretched out a straight calf with spring light to kick the abdominal muscles of this hero with chest muscles broad enough to run a horse.

Caesar blinked, reached out and grabbed Christina's delicate ankle, and the girl was immediately shocked, and the blush on her face was so red that it could squeeze out water. She glared at the blond man beside her fiercely, gritted her teeth and tried to retract her feet, but Caesar suddenly used the fingers of his other hand to tickle Christina's delicate soles.

The dark green eyes were like a lake on a winter night, with a thin mist rising. Christina's body trembled slightly, and her delicate white toes curled up like beautiful little shells.

After a few seconds, the serious look the girl tried to put on finally collapsed. Christina giggled and hit Caesar's shoulders with her weak fists.

"Let go, let go, it's itchy..."

Christina suddenly couldn't say anything, because a warm breath wrapped her up, and Caesar opened his arms and hugged her into his arms as if he was embracing the whole world.

The emerald-like eyes froze, and Christina opened her hands, not knowing what action she should make at this moment, because Caesar's low voice sounded in her ears.

"I say, are you really not going to tell me yet?" he said, and then Christina felt the touch of his lips. Caesar's lips were really hot and powerful, much harder than hers, like warm steel.

Christina looked at her blankly when their lips parted.

"It wouldn't take my family much time to investigate you, dear Christina, you... are ALS patients, right? That's why you want to join the GRU special forces, because you think you won't live long, and you want to make your life more meaningful in the limited time." Caesar said.

Christina stared at Caesar blankly, and an unspeakable anger and humiliation surged up like a tide. Before she could say anything, Caesar hugged her tighter.

"Even in the mixed-blood society, it is difficult to find a cure for this disease, but there is... Nibelungen Project... I want to dive, because I need to get more honors to send you into the door of this project. Dragon blood will make you better, really..." Caesar said, he touched Christina's hair, and there was a golden light in his blue eyes.

"Don't mind my business!" Christina said fiercely, gritting her teeth, but Caesar kissed her again. This time Christina could no longer resist. Who could resist Caesar Gattuso? He was so great, so righteous, so perfect...

"Of course I will. Besides, I am going to propose to you on Red Square in Moscow." Caesar said, "I heard that you Russians think Red Square has a special meaning. In the past, your alliance held a military parade there, and after the parade, tanks were directly driven onto the battlefield. We can also rehearse there, and after the rehearsal, we can hold the wedding at the nearby Brarenno Cathedral. I will invite the local bishop to witness our wedding..."

Christina's nose suddenly felt a little sour.