The General’s Vampire Omega

"I didn't do the experiment well just now, where did you go?" Qi Fen's cold eyes came out from under his glasses.

Luo Zhouzhou looked down at his shoes, and said: "I'm looking for Hong Fan."

"If there is anything I don't understand, just ask me, what are you doing so far to disturb Hong Fan?" Qi Fen frowned.

"Can you ask anyone who doesn't understand?" Luo Zhouzhou asked in a low voice.

Qi Fen asked with a calm face: "Am I that scary? If you have a problem, you don't ask me, but ask others."

Luo Zhouzhou raised his eyes and glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head, and said, "It's...it's so terrible."

Qi Fen visibly choked and asked, "Then have your problem been solved?"

"No."

"If you don't say anything, I'll answer it for you." Qi Fen snorted coldly from his nose.

"Really? Any questions are okay?"

Qi Fen said with confidence: "Yes, any problem is fine."

"Keep your word."

"It counts." Qi Fen said impatiently.

Luo Zhouzhou still wanted to stretch out his hand to stamp the hook, but when he saw his ugly face, he silently closed his hand back.

"Quickly ask, don't hesitate, I want to see what problems you can make that an outstanding researcher like Hong Fan can't answer." Qi Fen said.

Luo Zhouzhou encouraged himself again, clenching his fist on his side and asked: "Director, the 28 special soldiers died because of an overdose of benfidol, which was taken away when the military came to receive it. Is it twice the normal dose?"

Qi Fen froze in place, looking at Luo Zhouzhou in amazement.

It took a while to react, and roared, "Luo Zhouzhou, do you want to die?"

"Is that right? Did they take twice the dose?" Luo Zhouzhou was yelled back, and still insisted on asking, shrinking his neck.

Qi Fen stroked his forehead around the place twice and took a deep breath.

Just when Luo Zhouzhou thought he was about to roar again, he asked in a low voice: "You just asked Hong Fan. This is what you asked?"

Luo Zhouzhou nodded, "That's what I asked."

"Apart from me and Hong Fan, do you ask anyone else?" Qi Fen looked at him sharply.

"No, I'm not familiar with other people, so I won't ask them."

Qi Fen breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted his teeth and said, "We are familiar with each other, so you can ask any questions, right?"

"Yes, neither you nor Hong Fan are bad guys." Luo Zhouzhou said in a low voice, then looked at him hesitantly, "you shouldn't be a bad guy, right?"

After a few seconds of silence, Qi Fen pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

"You will answer me any questions you ask, and that many people died--"

"Get out!" Qi Fen yelled and interrupted him.

Luo Zhou Zhou's mouth was closed, and the corners of his mouth curled downward. I don't know where the courage comes from, frowning tightly, and staring at Qi Fen.

"Looking at me, what are you doing? Still not going out?" Qi Fen lowered his volume and said coldly.

Luo Zhouzhou's chest heaved up and down for a while, suddenly turned around, and stepped heavily outside.

The door slammed shut again, and the windows trembled.

As the door closed, Qi Fen's whole spirit seemed to be taken away in an instant.

His shoulders collapsed, and he stood in place with his hands down, startled in a daze.

boom!

The door was pushed open again.

Luo Zhouzhou stood at the door and said loudly: "I'm just a cleaner, don't think about me sending you documents anymore, just run away by yourself!"

Then he slammed the door shut.

The room returned to quiet, Qi Fen looked at the door and shook his head, and sighed long.

As night fell, Bellardo feasted.

A few people were sitting quietly in a room on the top floor of an entertainment center somewhere.

A pudgy middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa, with a handsome male omega beside him.

The man sitting across from him was saying diligently at this moment: "Counselor Zhu, look at my shipment, when can I send it to me?"

Staff Officer Zhu, the short and fat middle-aged man, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said, "What's the hurry? The minister is checking supplies these days. When the phoenix passes, I will naturally have a way to deliver the goods. Give you."

The man rubbed his hands with joy, and said repeatedly: "I know that Staff Zhu is very capable and can get everything."

Then he tentatively asked: "Then...Can you show me the sample first?"

Staff Officer Zhu said coldly: "Li Zhu, do you still suspect that I will send you fakes?"

Li Zhu hurriedly waved his hand and said repeatedly: "I definitely believe you. It's just that the power of this T45, I have heard about it but I haven't seen it before, so I want to see it with my own eyes."

Officer Zhu waved his hand, and Omega, who was snuggling to his side, quickly got up and sat down.

He reached into his arms and touched it, took out a small black cloth bag and threw it on the table, saying, "Look, this is a T45 bullet."

Li Zhu picked up the small cloth bag and poured it down. A yellow bullet rolled around on the acrylic tabletop.

Staff Officer Zhu said triumphantly: "The people from the military factory I was looking for had no words on the shells, nor did they use military materials, so I couldn't find them out."

Li Zhu took the bullet, looked at it, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Chief of Staff Zhu asked suspiciously.

Seeing that Li Zhu didn't answer, he was so sensitive to something, he suddenly got up and crossed the table with his upper body to catch the bullet in his hand.

Li Zhu quickly got up and took two steps back. Staff Officer Zhu was reaching out his hand and drew a gun in his arms. He saw that the door was suddenly pushed open and two men in military uniforms walked in.

Li Zhu took a few steps forward, handed the bullet to one of them, and said, "Admiral Chu, I have completed the task."

Chu Feng took the bullet and squeezed it in his hand. He said, "Good job, go, and get the bonus from Jenny, just say what General Chu said, it will be deducted from Sergeant Chen's salary."

"Yes." Li Zhu went out with joy.

"Zhu Lin, long time no see." Chu Feng put the bullet into his trouser pocket, took off his military cap, walked to the sofa next to Zhu Lin and sat down, and said, "Don't stand, sit down, let's talk. chat."

Zhu Lin has calmed down from the initial panic, looked at Chu Feng in amazement, gritted his teeth and said: "Chu Feng, when you were in the special forces, I was your logistics staff. It has been known for so long, and you actually treated me. Set up a set."

Chu Feng sneered and said, "Zhu Lin, if you are doing it right, how can you get in under my trap?"

"What the **** do you want to do? I'm just a logistic staff officer. Isn't it a word for you to clean up me? Is it worth the admiral's hard work?"

As soon as Zhu Lin finished saying this sentence, he suddenly said: "Did you do that for the other day?"

Chu Feng said indifferently: "Yes, it was for that matter. As you said, we have known each other for so long, and we still have to work hard to ask you about old things."

Zhu Lin looked at him suspiciously and said: "To be honest, it's just because we had a little holiday before, so I said I don't remember. But you tried your best to know this, why on earth?"

Chu Feng didn't answer, but just looked at him.

Zhu Lin saw the coldness in his eyes, and he shuddered, and quickly said: "Yes, I don't ask, since you want to know so much, I will tell you everything."

"The relics of the special forces you asked before were indeed collected by me, and I have counted it many times, and put everyone’s relics into categories. Except for the military items to be handed in, other common items are waiting. Family members come to receive it." Zhu Lin said quietly.

Chu Feng took out his wallet from his arms, took out the badge found from Lin Wencai's house, put it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Zhu Lin.

"Have you seen it? Take a closer look." Chu Feng looked at Zhu Lin and asked.

Zhu Lin only glanced at the badge, and muttered: "I have seen it, it is in the relics of that group of special forces."

"Then you recall, did you lose one in your hand? How did you lose it?"

Zhu Lin yelled at once, "I won't lose anything in my hand. I kept the 27 badges in the box."

Chu Feng paused with the hand that recovered the badge, and asked, "Twenty-seven?"

Chen Sihan also stood up straight aside.

"Yes, twenty-seven. I picked them out from those relics, and they were taken away by the military department as soon as they were collected." Zhu Lin said, "The person here asked me if I had counted them. I'm afraid the number will be there. If it’s wrong, just say that he hasn’t counted it yet. He said it’s okay. He just counts it himself. If the number doesn’t match, he will find me.

"Did he find you later?"

"I haven't looked for it."

"Then did he show you the certificate when he took the badge?"

"Show it."

"Whose life was it given?"

Zhu Lin recalled it and said, "General Lope's handwriting."

Chu Feng and Chen Sihan hurriedly walked out of the entertainment center building, where the manager nodded and followed behind until they were sent to the off-road parked outside.

"Chu Feng, what do you think is going on?" Chen Sihan sat in the co-pilot, puzzled. "The day we left the special forces, all the information in the badge was erased, and it was only kept as a souvenir. It’s impossible for the military not to pay attention to such an important thing, but it’s silent, even we don’t know it."

"Yes." Chu Feng frowned: "And he appeared in a bar waiter's room."

"Do you think the person who went to get the badge is really Lope?"

Chu Feng sneered and said: "Don't you know Lope? I have been careful and cautious all my life. No matter what I do, I will leave myself a way out. Those who can use the name of the military department will never use their own handwriting. Let alone take it. The small thing like a badge does not conform to his style of doing things by hand."

"Yes, I want to cover it up." Chen Sihan nodded in agreement.

After a moment of silence, the two suddenly turned to look at each other, and Chu Feng suddenly stepped on the brake.

"Since Zhu Lin was not held accountable afterwards, and under the guise of Lope, it was proved that the person who took the badge knew in advance that one was missing. Could it be..." Chen Sihan's voice was two-pointed sharp.

Chu Feng didn't speak, but looked ahead, and after a while, restarted the vehicle.

"Who was responsible for the placement of the remains after they were killed?" Chen Sihan asked.

Chu Feng looked at the rearview mirror changing lanes, and said, "Tomorrow is the weekend, I will check it tomorrow."

"Okay, but I can't accompany you tomorrow, I still have official duties to deal with." Chen Sihan said.

After a while, he questioned again: "Then Zhu Lin's reselling of military supplies, just forget it?"

Chu Feng said lightly: "I will naturally clean up him after a while."

The vehicle drove into the downtown area, surrounded by loud music and human voices. The two stopped talking about it and drove the car quietly.

Chen Sihan touched the cushion next to the seat, which was soft and hugged it in his arms.

Chu Feng glanced at the cushion in his arms, a brake stopped the off-road to the side of the road, and said loudly: "Let down, don't hold it."

Seeing him doing this, Chen Sihan reflexively threw the cushion on the back seat, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? What's wrong with the cushion?"

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, restarted the car, and said, "That's Zhou Zhou."

"...It's Zhou Zhou, but what's the problem with that cushion?" Chen Sihan asked nervously.

Chu Feng said: "The cushion is okay. It's because people are not allowed to touch the cushion every week."

Seeing Chen Sihan's face blank, Chu Feng added, "Especially you, he thinks you smell bad and will get on the cushions."

Chen Sihan:...

"Master, it's time to get up. The general and his wife are waiting for your breakfast."

Luo Zhouzhou was awakened by Butler Li's knock on the door, rubbing his eyes in awe, and holding A Bao wearing a silver mask, he crawled out of the bed.

"Understood, I will go down after I wash."

After feeding Dawu and Xiaowu, they put them on the balcony to bask in the sun. After Luo Zhouzhou finished washing, he began to worry about what to wear today.

He knew that Chu Feng was resting today, and he was going to look for him after breakfast.

Turning around in the closet, I finally wore a light blue shirt with a dark blue vest outside.

The last time he wore that gray vest, Chu Feng praised him for his good looks.

After packing up and going downstairs to have a meal, before walking up the stairs, a series of roars came from Lope: "Luo Zhouzhou, please take a look at your terminal and tell me what day it is today."

"November 23rd." Luo Zhouzhou answered while looking at his wrist.

"It's about to enter winter, and there are fireplaces in the house. Are you still wearing a shirt?"

Luo Zhouzhou explained: "I also wear a vest, and I will put on a coat when I go out."

Lope pointed his finger upstairs and said: "Go and change it for me now, put on my sweater and coat. Right away!"

Luo Zhou Zhou went upstairs violently, deliberately stepping on the stairs loudly.

"What's wrong with him?" Mrs. Lope asked in confusion, "Don't he feel cold?"

Lope sat down at the table and said, "When I picked you up to play, didn't you also wear skirts and stockings in winter? I was shivering with the cold."

Mrs. Lope gave him a white look and groaned: "That's because you praised my good-looking legs."

Lope sighed and said quietly: "There must be someone who praised him for his good looks in a shirt and vest."

When Luo Zhouzhou came down this time, he put on an off-white coat, which grew to his thigh, with every horn button fastened.

Inside was a turtleneck sweater of the same color, tightly covering the neck, so that Lope couldn't find anything wrong.

He grabbed a piece of bread casually, and hurriedly wanted to go out, Lope sternly said: "Where are you going so early in the morning?"

"I'm going to find Lin Fan." Luo Zhouzhou said slightly.

"Only go after breakfast."

Luo Zhouzhou had to sit down at the dining table and picked up the milk offered by Butler Li.

"Where did you get this vase?" Lope asked suddenly.

"My sister-in-law helped me find the vase." Mrs. Lope said with joy: "She heard that I like the works of Master Wu Ke, and she asked someone to find it for me."

Luo Zhouzhou raised his eyes and followed Lope's line of sight.

I saw a vase that I had never seen before on the coffee table. The body of the bottle was a natural color. If I looked at it from a different angle, it would flow like water.

"I don't worry about your sister-in-law. You will return this vase to her." Lope frowned.

"Isn't it just a vase? There is nothing to worry about." Mrs. Lope said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Besides, I will also give her money, not for nothing."

"She never treats people nicely for no reason. Now she is doing her best to find a vase for you. Who knows what request she will make later?" Lope said.

Mrs. Lope begged: "If she makes an excessive request, then just return the vase to her."

Seeing that Lope would say something more, she hurriedly said: "I know, as long as you need to use your position to facilitate her, I will reject it."

Lope was relieved and said: "Just know it."

When Mrs. Lope saw this, she promised to leave the vase, and she was very happy.

After Luo Zhouzhou had breakfast, he took the black backpack handed over by Butler Li, "General, Madam, I'm out now, goodbye."

As soon as the voice fell, people rushed to the gate of the villa.

Mrs. Lope turned her head and said to Lope: "I'm going to find Lin Fan again. When the two are together, they will fight, and they are inseparable."

Lope took the newspaper aside, put on his glasses, and said, "Every time I ask you before, don't you tell your mother to find your cousin?"

Mrs. Lope gradually reacted, and asked with joy and sorrow: "You mean, Zhou Zhou found his alpha?"

Lope snorted coldly from his nose and said, "Do you know who that alpha is?"

"who is it?"

"Chu Feng."

Mrs. Lope turned her head and said, "Actually, I think Chu Feng is also quite good. He is an admiral at a young age, but his background is lower. However, he will definitely have the advantage of having a lower background. Be kind to the week."

Lope threw the newspaper on the table and said: "The mouse is short-sighted, and he knows to stare at that point all day long."

"Except for your background, what is your dissatisfaction with Chu Feng? I think he is quite good." Mrs. Lope was a little wronged.

Lope sighed, and said, "You can get your vase with peace of mind. Just leave it alone."

After speaking, he shook his head and went upstairs.