Li Chen's head was a little dizzy, and he remembered that Wei Xu had told him: "Don't move when you stand in front of Richelieu." Just stand firm. At that time, he was still dismissive, thinking that Lao Tzu dragged the tires across the field, and the anti-terrorism exercise was bloody, and what did it mean to say that I couldn't stand on my feet?

But when Sister Li appeared at the door of the cabin, Li Chen's whole body was hard. When Sister Li came seriously, Li Chen's throat was dry. Sister Li stood upright in front of him, turned to the left, stepped on the ground and saluted, and when Qingyue crisp and sweet reported the number "Richelieu-class No. 1 ship is ordered to report", Li Chen's legs were as soft as cotton, and he only hated that there was nothing around him to help.

Because there was a wild beast roaring in Li Chen's heart: "Richelieu marry me!" Give me a baby! We want to grow old together and never be separated! And he couldn't suppress this beast named ** at all, and the shocking three words were like a demon in the Yellow Spring, which was already climbing his throat and was about to crawl out.

He was 100 percent sure that if he really blurted out such a stinky shame, it would be a blatant hooligan, and he was afraid that Richelieu would kick him off the pier and fall into a pool. So he didn't dare to squeak.

At all times, Richelieu's French knight's uniform is meticulously tight and tight, like an artistic body painting. The blue, white and red flag was cut into a tight top, the bulging collar was hidden under the fluttering ribbon, and the picturesque slim waist was tucked into the tricolor belt. The graceful white stockings show a line of skin on the knees, and it is this line of ice skin that separates the stockings from the tight white army pants. And the gold-handled cold guard sword hung low at the waist, and the deep elbow gloves as white as porcelain firmly held the hilt. The gloves are as white as angel wings, and because she fights for justice, they are holy and flawless. And the golden spike of freedom also hangs down from the straight gold epaulettes, or hangs like tassels, or goes straight to the blue sleeves, or parallel to the chest, embellishing the three-color national flag military uniform magnificently, sewing freedom and national fortune tightly together.

Richelieu held a knife in his right hand and tied a pocket Lorraine cross on his left wrist, so that Li Chen, who was highly qualified, did not dare to put on a score, and always wondered, could this be the rhythm of killing all the infidels? I always felt that her faith was inviolable and her stand firm. This kind of unyielding fighting spirit gushing out of the thin air, Li Chen can read it from her eyes.

Her eyes were as clear and firm as angels of justice. A certain heavy sense of mission makes her soft thin eyebrows always twist, and people always worry that she will reluctantly do something reckless. Perhaps God was afraid that she would laugh at her, so he ordered her to be serious and rigid. So unlike other girls, Richelieu did not have a kaleidoscopic coquettish anger, nor a colorful smile and coquettishness. Her charming blue eyes, which are as clear as a lake, are always with confusion and speculation, frowning and concentrating on the world. When she looks at you, that intently gaze will tell you to put down what you are doing, thinking that she is going to ask you.

Richelieu's seriousness is the most polite respect in the world, because she will take even the insignificant people seriously.

Richelieu's expressionlessness is the most sincere purity in the world, because her expression is her mood.

For example, VV likes Zhuang Yan, she will occasionally be ashamed to speak, sometimes her heart is different, and she even plays some morale-boosting tricks like "Li Ming asked me to dinner, it's so troublesome".

But if Richelieu liked Zhuang Yan, the latter basically had no chance of resisting. Of course, this is just a hypothesis.

Li Chen now assumes that Richelieu likes him, then he will definitely catch him Li Chen, and say "Do you like me?" Do you like me or not! "I don't want to ask to the end. That's just bliss! Li Chen fantasized about Richelieu's serious and persistent expression when he forced a confession, and he didn't come back to his senses until his body shook a little.

Li Chen knew why Wei Xu called him to welcome the new year. Wei Xu knew that Richelieu was directly subordinate to the core. She was transferred to the base at this critical juncture, and it was an unshakable sharp knife that was plunged into his lieutenant's heart, as described in the medieval Demon Chronicles, to be nailed like a peachwood stake so that vampires could not do evil.

That being the case, if Wei Xu could not hold back and have unrealistic illusions about Richelieu, it would be a wavering blow to his decision-making power.

So Wei Xu chose to keep his distance from Richelieu, just like the sad and depressed Song Dan hiding from Zhuang Yan. Ever since he heard Zhuang Yan admit that he hated her in the adjudication court, Song Dan hid in the fork in the road when he saw Zhuang Yan from afar, and he didn't even try to pass by.

Li Chen graciously summoned the adjutant. The adjutant was approaching, opening the silver suitcase, Li Chen took out the permission injection gun embedded in the box, looked at Richelieu with kind eyes, and said: "According to the instructions of the chief decision-maker, inject the new driver with blue authority, and without conflict, have all the ** authority and personal freedom." ”

Li Selieu saw that Li Chen was injecting the gun horizontally, his old eyes were slightly narrowed, his smile was faint, and the gun in his hand shook and trembled, like a translator who had caught the eighth road.

And as soon as he said that he would inject her with something, his spirit was like a concubine, and his eyes shot a look of returning light, which made Richeliu resist. I always feel that this old pervert has bad intentions.

Sister Li refused to be injected: "My superiors have granted me orange permission. ”

Li Chen's body shook and he felt that the sky had fallen.

Hands-on.

He couldn't control his expression for a moment, his eyes burst out, his snort spurted, and his mouth was as bloody as a yawning wolfdog. Richelieu was taken aback, his blue eyes widened a little, and his mouth opened slightly.

Li Chen forgot to pretend and blurted out: "Then don't you have..."

When the words came to his mouth, Li Chen turned his eyes and stopped talking, only to see that his chest rose and fell sharply, and he instantly suppressed his shock, and recalled on thin ice whether he had said the wrong thing just now.

When he shut up, Richelieu announced to the world sonorously and sweetly: "As an emergency standby authority, the orange authority can be used at the same time as the highest authority of the secret service department under the premise that the vital signs are complete and continuous, and can replace the command authority." Please advise. ”

Richelieu's voice was not loud, pleasant and clear, but in Li Chen's mind, it was deafening, his brain was deprived of oxygen for a while, his eyes were black like an unstable voltage, and he fell a step backwards in a whirlwind, and was supported by the astute adjutant.

Li Chen knew that Wei Xu's quiet perverse actions could not hide from the old men with sharp eyes after all. Retribution is not only timely but also dangerous. This orange permission is clearly Shang Fang's sword! Richelieu alone can bully an integrated company, and the head of the secret service... Don't talk about the head! I don't even know where there are a few people in the secret service! People who don't have high enough authority think that there are only seven departments in the base!

This insurance is extremely solid, and in conjunction with the Standing Voting System of the Nine-member Regiment, Wei Xu's power that is on the verge of getting out of control is once again put into prison. The superiors are methodically locking the lieutenant.

Li Chen didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and his fingertips were numb with electric shock. In his eyes, in front of him was no longer a pure knight as beautiful as a flower, but Li Lao's deep and wise eyes were meaningfully cutting at him.

Li Chen didn't know when he gave the disbandment order, and the whole person fluttered like a soul flying into the sky. What brought him back to his senses was a distinctive scent.

As Richelieu saluted and left, he turned so neatly that his waist-length blonde hair flew into the beautiful arc of his skirt. The lily fragrance spilling from the ends of his hair dragged Li Chen back to reality.

Then Richelieu's beautiful eyes narrowed, the white gloves holding the knife tightened the handle of the gold-cast knife, and with his left hand, he lifted the golden spike braid, and carefully saw the beautiful figure standing in the distance: "Gourmet, Victorio. Veneto? You? When he saw it, Richelieu's goose-egg face was the crimson of an enemy.