A large military factory in Fengtian, northeast of the Yalong Republic

In the workshop, the machine roared, and the machine was on the assembly line and the transportation track to complete the work of the post in seconds, and there was only one person standing in front of the assembly line between the countless swinging steel, looking at the screws screwed on the steel plate.

"Factory Director!" There was a voice on the intercom, but the man didn't seem to hear it, still engrossed in looking at the parts that led to the assembly line. "Director! Director!! Director!!! The voice on the walkie-talkie grew louder and louder, but he didn't waver at all.

"Your sister!" On the high control platform, a uniformed staff member turned off the walkie-talkie, cursed, and then opened the window and shouted at the huge workshop: "Factory director! Phone! At this time, the man recovered from his settled state.

He raised his head, and then he showed a young face, he was about twenty-five years old, wearing a blue overalls, a blue turban tied on his head, and his height was one meter eighty-five, but his facial features were several sizes smaller than his height, only to see him blink and shout with bean-like eyes: "Who?" ”

The staff shouted: "Your sister! Douziyan immediately replied: "Your sister! Staff: "Damn! It's Long Wu! Ryuwu! As soon as he finished speaking, the young man shuttled out like a whirlwind from the busy machine! The staff shook their heads helplessly: "You have to report your name to be useful." ”

Before he could finish his words, the young man was already panting and ran into the control room, and he rushed to the phone: "Hey! Sister Wu! There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and the young man swallowed his saliva as if he was listening to important instructions from his superiors, and his facial muscles tensed. Stand up straight.

"Long Yuan, how long does it take to get from the workshop to the fastest speed of the control platform?" The young man called Long Yuan: "Three minutes and forty-five seconds." Long Wu on the other end of the phone: "You are two minutes and eleven seconds late." Long Yuan: "Yes!" I was just focusing on the first batch manufacturing of new parts and didn't hear a call. At this time, Long Yuan heard the silence on the phone again, only to see him "snap" and put his heels together and shouted: "I was wrong!" Sir! ”

Long Wu's tone softened: "Well, I won't pursue it this time." Long Yuan wiped a handful of sweat and thought, "Whew! The penalty of 300 push-ups supervised by video was almost waived. Long Wu: "I received it in 'that thing'. Long Yuan: "Are you okay?" Long Wu: "Very satisfied." Long Yuan: "Ha! Sister Wu is satisfied. ”

Long Yuan: "But the size you made is for the model used in the 'Biochemical Mecha', you won't ......" Long Wu: "How is it possible!" Long Yuan: "Then I guessed right, you want to give 'it' to Long Wen." Long Wu: "How do you know?" ”

Long Yuan: "Isn't he driving a biochemical mecha, besides, you generally engage in mysteries for the sake of Long Wen." Long Wu: "You have to keep it a secret." Long Yuan: "Don't worry, I definitely won't tell the 'old man'." Long Wu: "Okay! For the sake of your words, then I'll dispense with your three hundred push-ups. Long Yuan: "What? ”

In the courtyard, Long Wu sat on the large wooden box that was nearly two meters long and chatted with Long Yuan for a while before putting down the phone. His fingers tapped the plank lightly twice: "I really owe that stinky boy in my last life." As he spoke, he picked up the phone again and found Long Wen's name from the address book, but he hesitated for a moment and clicked the selection key on Long Yun's name.

Mafia Palermo Estate

Lancelot is reporting to Al on the movements of the various organizations since the funeral meeting. Al fiddled with the pen in his hand and said, "Even the SK team acquiesced to my status? Lancelot: "Yes. Even the Russian Asian organizations did not make any moves. Al: "They're watching, if I can't settle the 'housekeeping' this time, I'm afraid they're going to have to do something, haven't they been found yet?" ”

Lancelot: "Yes, we haven't noticed anything since the spies were wiped out that day. Al looked at the pen in his hand and said, "In a week, the succession ceremony will be." Until then, find a way to find them. Lancelot: "Please rest assured, Your Godfather." Even if we make a mistake, we will never let them threaten your sacred ritual. ”

Al gripped the pen in his hand at this time. He squinted his blue eyes and looked at Lancelot, "Lance, I finally know why you sometimes make 'Father' angry. Lancelot: "My noble Highness, I will do my best to complete the task you have given me. I'm just talking about another set of options. ”

Al leaned back in his chair and said in a joking tone, "I'm not 'Braim. Vlad' so you don't have to have any burden. Lancelot bowed down at this time: "Thank you, Your Godfather, for your leniency." ”

Lancelot walked out of the office and heard Bedwell's voice behind him: "You made that kid angry." Lancelot: "I'm just telling the truth. Bedwell came out of the corner at this time: "Oh? Lancelot: "What?" Bedwell lowered his eyes and looked half-asleep at Lancelot's face, and Lancelot narrowed his eyes with his usual smile.

Bedwell: "Do you think Al doesn't know?" Lancelot: "Since he was able to climb to the position of godfather, it means that his IQ is not low." Bedwell touched his hair and said casually: "Ambition can achieve a qiē or ruin a qiē." ”

Lancelot: "I know! I'm just doing what I want. Bedwell then stretched out his slender finger and tapped Lancelot's chest: "I'd rather see the day when your thousand-year-old vampire puts away his smile and shows his fangs than that hairy boy." ”

Lancelot shook his head with a smile: "I'm a person who believes in 'fate' very much. After saying that, he bowed politely to Bedwell and turned to leave, Bedwell looked at Lancelot's tall back and said to himself, "I really don't know what you're thinking." As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of red liquid from his pocket, took a sip, and then licked the red residual liquid at the corner of his mouth: "Well, concocted plasma is still not as good as pure blood." ”

"I'm still in Italia, but I don't know exactly where it is." Da Wuqing raised his head and looked around, the dazzling ceiling light illuminated this place as if it was day, there were no windows around, and no communication equipment could be used, indicating that this should be underground, but these are not important, the key is ...... (To be continued......)