The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The three of them drove straight to Chinatown in London. Along the way, Linghu told Zhao Ziyang and Angel how they escaped in detail.

She was in the underground base with Seth and several others when suddenly the thick steel door was attacked by missiles from the defenders.After making a decisive decision, they immediately chose to retreat and escape through the heliport in the base that leads directly to the ground.

But the defenders attacked so fast that they even used laser-guided missiles to blow open the one-meter-thick steel gate.All the other mercenaries were killed, and Linghu released a mouse with a bomb strapped to it to block the defender's footsteps, and then escaped from the base with Seth.

Unable to contact other members after escaping, Linghu broke up with Seth and returned to Oxford University to continue her research, but Seth was unwilling to return to the UK and chose to go elsewhere.

Seth, who lost the base equipment, could not find Zhao Ziyang and the others through the satellite. The military satellite signal was cut off by the intruder, the password was tampered with, and the self-destruction system was activated.

"What about Seth?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.

"Hmm..." Linghu said vaguely with his mouth full of bread, "How do I know where he is? He's a genius monster."

"Where's Archeopteryx?"

"I don't know." Linghu shook his head, expressing that he didn't know where the Archeopteryx went.

"By the way, how did you return to Oxford University safe and sound?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Linghu.

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong..." Linghu raised his head and poured down half a bottle of mineral water, took a breath and said to Zhao Ziyang: "My main job is to be a member of the Chemical Research Institute of Oxford University, okay? Mercenaries are just my side job , understand?"

"The spirit fox is protected by us." Angel, who was driving, explained the reason.

As a soul fox, her identity is closely guarded by the lurker, because she is the real killer of the lurker.Basically, every once in a while, Linghu would go back to Oxford University to stay for a while. As for the days when she was away, everyone thought she was out to do scientific research or travel.

To put it simply, Linghu is the lurker's treasure, and she can play a decisive role on the periphery at critical moments.

"Oh, special soldier, when will I be able to eat Chinese food? I'm starving to death." Linghu muttered and took out another piece of bread.

It's just that Zhao Ziyang snatched the bread and threw it away as soon as he stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hehe, don't eat any more, or you will regret it." Zhao Ziyang gave Linghu a nice smile.

"Cut..." Linghu curled his lips and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Chinese food is not good either."

That being said, the little girl stopped eating and waited for the car to drive to London to eat Chinese food.

This time I only found Linghu, and I don't know where Seth is. It would be impossible without him as a lurker.Without Seth, the lurkers would lose all high-tech assistance, and would not be able to complete their own development and expansion at all.

Just as he was thinking about it, Linghu's hands fumbled around Zhao Ziyang's body, with deep interest in his eyes.Facing Zhao Ziyang, her interest will never diminish.

"Special soldier, have you been injured recently?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang with wide eyes.

"How did you know I was injured?" Zhao Ziyang was very surprised.

"How can I know?" Linghu curled his lips and continued, "I'm not God, I just want to know what your wound looks like after you've been injured? What's the healing speed? Is it faster than my little white mouse?"

The three sentences are inseparable from the little white mouse, and the little white mouse has become the biggest pursuit of Linghu's life.

"Hehe, I was injured." Zhao Ziyang smiled, pointed to his left chest and said, "The wound healed so fast, within twelve hours the muscle fibers were regenerated, so that there was still a bullet embedded in it that could not be taken out. , I need your help later."

"Okay!" Linghu agreed bluntly, stretched out her pink and tender tongue and licked her lips heavily, showing a sly smile.

There is no problem in inviting Linghu back, not only is it okay, even if you drive her away now, you won't be able to drive her away.Zhao Ziyang appeared, and she was determined to cling to Zhao Ziyang, following wherever she went.

The three of them stepped into Chinatown, Angel reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand, showing the intimacy between the two.She did it intentionally or unintentionally for Linghu, regardless of Zhao Ziyang's willingness or not.

But her actions were wasted effort, Linghu didn't even look at them, her eyes were completely attracted by the various snacks in Chinatown.

"Special soldier, what is that?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang, pointing at a bunch of red candied haws, biting his finger.

In fact, she didn't mean to ask what it was, but to say that I wanted to eat it.

"Candied haws." Zhao Ziyang walked towards the small shop selling candied haws, took out the money and said to the owner, "Boss, are the candied haws authentic? Here are two bunches."

"Hey, look at what you said, my candied haws are authentic old Beijing candied haws." The boss with a capital accent burst into a smile on his face, and said to Angel and Linghu in a mysterious way: "The two This girl is on time, good job, brother is proud of you."

It's all going on, Zhao Ziyang smiled, and reached out to take down two candied haws.

"Hey, don't mind, you can't eat this!" The shopkeeper reached out his hand to stop Zhao Ziyang's movement, and took out two packaged candied haws from under the counter and handed them to him: "We Chinese eat this, and the scene is all for foreign devils to eat." Yes, haha..."

Zhao Ziyang, who took the candied haws, gave the boss a thumbs up, and said to him with a face of approval: "Damn, that's how it should be done. The Eight-Power Allied Forces also had the British share!"

"Yo, isn't that right!" The shopkeeper slapped his thigh and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Do you know that my grandpa was a fourth-rank guard with a knife in the Forbidden City back then, and I sue you..."

"Where is there a Sichuan restaurant?" Zhao Ziyang directly interrupted the boss, he knew that if this Beijing man was allowed to continue talking, the Eight Banners would come out.

"It's easy to find. Go straight ahead, turn right at the first crossroads, and you'll be there just after turning a corner." The boss enthusiastically showed Zhao Ziyang the way, wiped his phone, dialed a number, and said loudly, "Hi, sir. Xu, I’m you Biao. Let me tell you, my buddy will bring two foreign girls to your place for dinner later. You have to get our authentic Chinese food. If you serve the food that foreign devils eat, look at Biao and I won’t cut it. you!"

Listening to the familiar tone and feeling the connection between his compatriots, Zhao Ziyang sighed in his heart: Oh, I can't go back...

Saying goodbye to this enthusiastic Beijing man, Zhao Ziyang took Angel and Linghu to the place he pointed.If you want to eat Chinese food, you still have to eat Sichuan food. There are all Sichuan dishes in the north and south of the river, and it is easiest to taste Chinese food when you bring it abroad.

This Sichuan restaurant has a small storefront, with the words "Sichuan Pepper" written in Chinese and English on the signboard. I think the owner of this restaurant is a friend of the owner who sells candied haws, and recommended him to come here like a solicitor.

"Here, haha, who are you?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Chinese boy greeted Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

But Zhao Ziyang didn't respond, he was attracted by a pair of calligraphy on the wall.

This is the word "Tao". Although it is printed, every stroke of this character gives people a round and transparent feeling, which is quite natural.It can be seen that the person who wrote this word has a deep understanding of this word of Tao, and he was able to write this taste only after being influenced by the world.But Zhao Ziyang could see a murderous spirit from this word, it was an indescribable feeling.

"Damn it, it's a Japanese devil!" The Chinese boy's face sank, and he yelled at Zhao Ziyang loudly: "Fuck off, I don't serve Japanese devils in my shop!"

Zhao Ziyang, who was scolded all over his head and face for a while, turned his eyes away from the words, looked curiously at the impatient young man, pointed to his nose and asked, "Little brother, which eye of yours sees that I belong to the Japanese devil?"

Hearing Zhao Ziyang's words, the young man froze for a moment, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"That, that, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm confused, I'm confused, hehe..." The young man scratched his head and apologized to Zhao Ziyang, and stretched out his hand to lick his mouth lightly.

This appearance amused Zhao Ziyang, but he was full of affection for this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.Nowadays, there are not many people who still remember the history of blood and tears in their hearts. The word cynic who was once sought after by people has been scolded as a synonym for stupid B. It happens that Zhao Ziyang is one of this army of stupid B.

The young man in front of him is also a member of the silly B army. Although he is young, he is a pure Chinese man in his bones.

National feuds can never be eliminated. For China, Japan is a national feud, which can never be erased.I don't know what is going on with modern education, but it can't make young people remember that feud. The most ridiculous thing is that when there was a vigorous boycott of Japanese products in China, some people jumped out and said that they should resist rationally.

What is rational resistance?Rational resistance is to let people use what they should use and buy what they should buy, stuff the renminbi into the pockets of the Japanese with all their might, and then yell to down Japanese imperialism.

It's a joke, it's a fucking big joke, I don't know what the creation of rational resistance is made of, and I don't know if the people who approve it are a bunch of brains.

This is not the most ridiculous thing, the most ridiculous thing is that a certain Japanese lost his bicycle, and then mobilized the city's police force to help find it.And Chinese people lose their bicycles all the time, but none of them are found. When ridiculed, the reason is very high-sounding: this is an international friend, and the quality of the Chinese should not be shamed.

Pooh!The quality of the Chinese is lost by this kind of high-sounding. To put it bluntly, it is a swollen face to pretend to be fat. You treat others as friends, and others treat you as a fool.What happened to foreigners, foreigners are superior to Chinese in China?Slave thinking, standard slave thinking.

I don't know when, the value of a foreigner in China has become very high, no matter how poor he is abroad.Just like an Indian in a city in northern China, he smells like curry and clinks poorly, but the Chinese women around him keep changing. Why is that?

All the backbone and pride have been swallowed up by the so-called state of humility, peace, friendship, and etiquette, leaving only humble servility...

"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed happily, patted the young angry youth on the shoulder and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Zhao Changzheng!" the little angry youth said loudly to Zhao Ziyang with his chest straight: "My grandfather fought in the Hundred Regiments War, climbed snow-capped mountains, crossed grasslands, participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and squatted in a cowshed to endure criticism. Look, the words are My grandpa wrote it!"

Zhang Changzheng proudly pointed to the word "Tao" hanging there, with a proud face.

Zhao Ziyang was in awe, for this kind of old revolution, he only had admiration in his heart!This is a group of old seniors who really climbed out of the mountain of corpses and blood. They are all national treasures, and every one who dies is one less.

"Then is your grandfather still alive?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.

"Of course I'm here, my eyes are not blind and my ears are not deaf, and I can tell stories about beating devils every day."

"Can you..."

"Long March!" came a rough voice, and a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and a scarf around his waist came out and yelled at Zhao Changzheng, "Get me some food!"

"My dad, hehe..." Zhao Changzheng smiled, lowered his head and ran towards the vegetable outlet.

Zhao Ziyang's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and he saw a triangular wound on his left cheek.The wound was made many years ago, but it is still dark red, adding a bit of thick and ferocious color.

"Yang, what kind of wound is that?" Angel asked Zhao Ziyang.

"Three-edged thorn." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, staring at the middle-aged man with his head held high.

The middle-aged man who was stared at by Zhao Ziyang stared at Zhao Ziyang without showing any weakness, his eyes exuded a look that did not belong to normal people, full of a murderous smell.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and the middle-aged man laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha, brother, don't say anything, I'm treating you today!" The middle-aged man smiled and walked up to Zhao Ziyang, pulled him to a seat by the window, and poured tea for the three of them himself.

"Thank you!" Angel and Linghu thanked the middle-aged man.

"Hey, thank you. If you two girls didn't come with this brother, I wouldn't bother to look at you at all." The middle-aged man said what he was thinking happily, and then smiled at Zhao Ziyang: "You are from China. soldier!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Angel and Linghu were ready to attack almost at the same time.