When Lin Bufan woke up, he didn't know what time it was.

There was a cold concrete floor beneath him, and he breathed in some cool air.

When the man opened his eyes, he found that there was darkness all around him. He struggled to get up from the ground, but the sight before him swirled like an armillary sphere, and he was a little dizzy.

What happened?

Lin Bufan fumbled and fell on his bed, feeling a little confused.

After lying in the dark for a long time, the situation of the whirlwind was slightly relieved. And during this time, the man also gradually sorted out his thoughts.

Who am I? By the way, I'm Lin Bufan......

What happened? Lin Bufan thought hard. He remembers that he had just been fired last month...... Bah! I, Lin Bufan, the king of soldiers, of course, had to retire because I violated discipline to avenge my comrades!

That's right!

Lin Bufan's thinking became clearer and clearer, and as the soul of the Falcon Special Forces, he naturally had to retire.

This Falcon special forces is Jiangning...... Bah! It's obviously the Shenlong Special Forces!

The Shenlong Special Forces are, of course, the No. 1 mysterious force in China, and they will only appear in those incidents that endanger the fundamental interests of the country. For example, dismantling international arms trafficking organizations, arresting the leaders of international drug trafficking groups, and sabotaging large-scale terrorist incidents.

It is no exaggeration to say that in China, it is the lifelong dream of every soldier to be able to join this mysterious army, which is not only an honor, but also a noble belief.

Eagle, the soul of the Shenlong Special Forces, the double champion of civil and military, compared to some teammates in their thirties and forties, his age is much younger, and he is only twenty-three years old this year.

In recent years, the Shenlong team has become internationally famous and is known as a miracle force, in large part because of the existence of the eagle. If the Dragons are compared to a mighty dragon, then the Eagle is the equivalent of the dragon's indestructible claws and fangs.

Lin Bufan remembers that he was recruited into the Falcon Special Forces at the age of fifteen, during which he participated in S-level missions once, 0 misses, A-level missions 10 times, 0 misses, B-level missions 21 times, 0 misses, C-level missions 89 times, 0 misses, and outstanding achievements.

Hey...... Why is this plot so similar to the content of the "Naruto" manga that the face-slapping mad star Zhang Ye is serializing? And Lin Bufan found that he couldn't remember the details of those tasks at all.

He quickly shook his head and threw the hysterical thoughts out of his mind—simply because he believed his memory could not be wrong.

In short, Lin Bufan has indeed been discharged from the army.

He still remembered the day he was discharged from the army - although he couldn't remember the old chief's face anyway - his old chief said to him with sharp eyes and meaning: "I am in my fifties, I only hung the rank of major general three years ago, you are still young, continue to stay in the Shenlong team, the future is bright, and accumulate some merits, then you will be the youngest general in the history of China, which means that you will become a legend in the Chinese military circles." ”

Thinking of this, Lin Bufan didn't know why he became excited, turned over from the darkness, and stood at the window looking at the brightly lit streets outside the alley.

That's right, I'm that powerful! It's a soldier king who can't do anything but give birth!

But...... What happened yesterday?

Staring at the lights in the distance, Lin Bufan probably remembered a little - he remembered that he seemed to be drinking in a bar last night, and he met a beautiful woman. I vaguely remember that something seemed to have happened to that beauty, and I can't remember the rest of it.

But...... I always felt that something was wrong. Did I really a beauty? The man reached out and rubbed his chin.

That's not right! I should be......

I should be......

"I did fall in love with a beautiful woman! That woman seems to be the president of a large company across the strait! On top of that, the woman was ...... for the first time."

Neurotic generally said these strange words, Lin Bufan jumped three feet high and bounced off the ground; Immediately afterwards, because of dizziness, he fell to the ground again. He hurriedly got up from the ground, turned on the light, searched for it, and sure enough, he pulled out a business card and a blood-stained sheet......

That's right! The man became excited. He remembered that it was a very traditional beauty, though he still couldn't remember her very well. But he remembered that she left him a business card and asked him to go to Taipei to find her, and then ...... Seems to be married?

"Is the beautiful president...... It doesn't seem to be bad. Saying this, Lin Bufan laughed, "Taipei, I'm Lin Bufan...... Here it comes. ”

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"Please go upstairs. Dr. Dexter is waiting for you in the office, the first room on the right hand side of the hallway. ”

"Thank you." Zhao Kun nodded to the nurse in front of him, then climbed the stairs of the hospital, turned the corridor on the second floor, and walked to a room on the right, and the only room without a sign.

Even though it was still daytime in London, the curtains were drawn and the lights were bright. And there was a person sitting on the chair next to the fireplace, it was Dr. Ambrose Dexter that Zhao Kun was looking for.

It was a tall, thin man, well-dressed, probably 50 years old, but he looked like he was 35 years old, he had an elegant demeanor, and he naturally showed a demeanor, the only thing that was not quite in harmony with these was that his skin was extremely tanned.

"So, you're Nicholas Zhao Shuo."

The doctor's voice was soft, an unmistakable New England accent; The handshake was also warm and forceful. The doctor's smile is also natural and friendly. It's just that against the dark skin, his teeth look dazzlingly white.

"Yes, Your Majesty." In the face of such an existence, Zhao Kun was very respectful. There is no doubt that it must not be human beings who can make him respect so much.

Actually, there is no Dr. Dexter here, and there hasn't been such a person in years. What sat in front of Zhao Kun's eyes was just a shell, a shell occupied by an existence older than the earth.

"Please be seated," Dr. Dexter said. He pointed to a chair and bent down slightly.

Zhao Kun sat down as he wanted, and at the same time, he noticed that the room was surrounded by bookshelves on all sides. There were several books whose size and shape immediately attracted his full attention - "The Secret of the Worm" and "The Ephonis Collection". Latin text of the Necronomicon.

"Excuse me." The doctor lifted a slender hand. "I'm not in very good health and can only give you a few minutes. Allow me to imagine what you are going to ask and tell you what I know. ”

"Your Majesty, allow me to ask a question first, after the death of Barack Oguanhai, did you come to this plane again with the intention of sweeping away the SCP Foundation and the investigators?"