Although Fengyu put forward his own opinions and suggestions, it is still the intelligence department's think tank that can decide the course of action, and to formulate the course of action, it is necessary to wait for the news of Sherlock, the executive director in charge of galactic intelligence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Prior to this, Fengyu and the crew of the "Tropical High Pressure" still followed the established arrangement and recuperated at the submarine base for a few days. Since everyone was very interested in the transparent dome of the Sea View Hall, and Feng Yu was also full of regret for them, because he misjudged the situation, causing these colleagues to follow him to "treason", so he invited them to the Sea View Restaurant for an authentic earth meal.

Although the Earth Feast was a lavish treat in the cosmic age similar to the French feast of the old days, each meal came at a cost. But in Fengyu's opinion, this is not enough to make up for these comrades-in-arms who follow him. Yes, after this incident, Fengyu finally opened his heart to these people and accepted them as his comrades-in-arms. Before that, only Lao Qiu was his comrade-in-arms on the "Tropical High Pressure", Luo Yunxi was a relative, and the others were just passers-by in his life.

Now these people have given up the glory of the New Asian soldier for him, given up a normal life, and are far away from their hometown and relatives with the infamy of treason. The icing on the cake is never as good as charcoal in the snow, and only those who have experienced hardship together will understand this.

Feng Yu was drunk at this time, and he took a glass of earth-year red wine that was worth the past month's worth but could not be named, and took turns to toast his comrades on the "Tropical High Pressure". With this heartfelt respect, I would like to thank these people for their support and love for him.

Unconsciously full of wine and food, Fengyu habitually touched his left wrist, only to find that he had no money to pay. The former battlefield recorder is no longer usable, and that would expose the Awa-Ker submarine base. And even if he can still use it, all his assets have been frozen by New Asia because of treason, and he is penniless at this time.

Over the years, he has shed blood and sweat for New Asia, but in the end he has been left with nothing because of a conspiracy of NO. No, it's not completely nothing, Feng Yu looked at the slightly drunk people around him, although he had lost a lot, he had gained such a group of trustworthy comrades.

It's worth it!

However, the immediate priority is not to take stock of the gains and losses of the past few years, but how to pay for the expensive earthly meal in front of us.

Fortunately, Fengyu's identity is not a secret to the members of the base, and the beautiful boss of the Guanhai Restaurant came over and toasted him, "Handsome guy Feng, I'll invite you this time." ”

"Then how embarrassing......" Although Fengyu drank too much, he still understood that there was no white food lunch in the world. When others give, they must ask for something, unless it is someone who loves you.

"It's okay, just make a friend. Remember my name, my name is Yelena, and please take care of my business in the future. Although everyone is an awa-ker member, my salary is not as high as yours, and I have to earn more money to support my family. ”

Hearing the name Yelena, Feng Yu's eyes were a little dazed, the sexy Caucasian beauty in front of him coincided with a figure in his memory, and even the name was so similar. It was Catherine, the clerk of the MGAS-01, who was immortally buried in the Kuiper Belt of the W1 space.

"What? Is the wind dude smitten by me? Yelena quipped, "If you keep an eye on me like this, the little girl next to you should be jealous." ”

Feng Yu embarrassedly withdrew his confused gaze, and secretly glanced at the marshmallow beside him who pretended to be overwhelmed, "I'm sorry, I just remembered an old friend." By the way, you just said that my salary is very high? ”

Although she knew that Feng Yu was changing the subject, Yelena still cooperated and said to him, "That's right, don't look at me as the owner of the Guanhai Restaurant, but my real job is an intelligence officer in the Galaxy District, and finding out someone's salary is really a small case for me." You are a military personnel, and you are a front-line combatant, and your allowance within the organization is twice that of a logistics officer of the same level, and one and a half times that of an intelligence officer like me. And as far as I know, you should be at a higher level than me. So ......"

Fengyu shrugged, "Sounds good, but didn't I just come here, penniless." ”

Yelena, as an intelligence officer and engaged in the catering industry, has a good way of seeing people, so she naturally understands that Fengyu is a person who doesn't take money seriously. From those clear and firm eyes even when she was drunk, she could see that Fengyu was pursuing a kind of spiritual wealth, not a material life. "No wonder Fat Zhou will support you to join, you are the kind of person who is born to be trustworthy. I hope to be your friend, seriously! It must be a very happy thing to be recognized by you as a friend. ”

For Yelena's request, Fengyu couldn't easily make a promise. Some people like to make friends, and a casual person can become his friend by chatting a few words, but such people may not really take their friends seriously. And Fengyu is the opposite, he generally doesn't make friends, unless a person really walks into his heart. Because of this, every friend he recognizes can feel his sincerity and will not be betrayed.

To put it simply, Fengyu doesn't make fox friends and dog friends, only makes lifelong friends or comrades-in-arms.

Yelena was well aware of the characteristics of people like Fengyu, so she didn't expect to get a positive answer at this time. Promises that can be easily made are worthless, either too easy to fulfill, or the person making the promise simply does not intend to fulfill. She wants to make a friend like Fengyu, and she is willing to spend time waiting for such a friend.

As an intelligence officer, Yelena is not as face-to-face as a front-line fighter like Feng Yu, but she also bears a lot of risks. In the process of carrying out lonely missions again and again, she longed for a partner worthy of trust, a friend who could open her heart, instead of hiding all her secrets in her heart.

Intelligence agents are all lonely, so they need a trustworthy friend even more. In particular, the intelligence agents of Awa-ker, as awakened people who are different from ordinary people, endure twice as much loneliness.

Retracting her thoughts, Yelena finally reminded, "You have to go to Fat Zhou to ask for a new communicator, although that guy's reasoning ability is ridiculously strong, but the bad problem of losing everything is also worrying." If it weren't for this problem, he might have been the chief of intelligence. He arranged everything to pick you up, so he should have prepared this for you, it's really sad! ”

Yelena's communicator is actually similar to the battlefield recorder, Feng Yu also used it when he came to Earth last time, in addition to not recording personal words and deeds from time to time, the basic function is the same as the battlefield recorder, which contains a personal bank account, which is indispensable for people's daily life in this era.

Zhou Fatzi happened to have forgotten to prepare this for Feng Yu and the rest of the "Tropical High Pressure", otherwise Awa-ker would definitely deposit a sum of money in Feng Yu's account first, so that he would not have a meal of the overlord in a daze as soon as he came to the submarine base.