VV was inexplicably overjoyed, and Mei Zizi lowered his head and took a spoon to dig rice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Zhuang Yan saw that Richelieu bit his lip and listened with relish, his clear eyes were shining, his heart was inexplicably proud, and he blew the sky into a daze: "I have a hunch, I have been blocked for so long, but I finally met a nobleman, the so-called sick tree in front of Wan Mu Chun, I am considered to be in the operation, I have experienced the ups and downs of life, and I am not necessarily a late bloomer!" ”

Richelieu also happily stretched out his hand, patted him on the sleeve, and blessed him heartily: "Congratulations." ”

VV said coldly: "Let go, is it yours, just touch it?" ”

Richelieu shrank his hands, red with shame, uncomfortable, lowered his head and bit his lip and muttered: "It's not yours either, if you get married, it's only joint property." ”

VV was extremely annoyed, and he had to clarify Zhuang Yan's property rights, narrowed his red eyes and glanced at Zhuang Yan, raised his chin slightly, and floated words out between his thin lips: "Zhuang Yan, tell her, who are you?" ”

Zhuang Yan somehow, a man's hardness suddenly rose in his spine, sat upright, and replied cautiously: "Everything about me belongs to the party and the country. ”

Richelieu raised his hand to cover his lips and looked down and sneered, his face flushed and his blonde hair trembled.

VV was stunned for a while, just wanted not to be coquettish, the word "nonsense" rushed between his teeth and swallowed back, only then did he remember the national situation, and he couldn't refute it. Suddenly uncomfortable, secretly thinking that it would be a great loss to marry away from home: if they were sitting in the sea breeze restaurant by the Aegean Sea now, Zhuang Yan would not be able to prevaricate. She opened her mouth and looked at Zhuang Yan knowingly for a while, and suddenly picked up the rubber-sized ketchup bag and smashed him, Bo angrily sneered: "You come again!" ”

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and dodged, the ketchup bag flew by with a "whoosh", and said with a smile: "Country, country, country has home." The country is home. I remember it so many times on TV. ”

VV glanced at him, reached out and pinched his arm, Zhuang Yan shrank his hand to hide, the two of them fought without saying a word for a long time, you came and went, the table trembled, the curry rippled, and they fought each other for a while, VV suddenly smiled with a straight face, pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat, and the spoon dug the curry and threatened: "We'll see." ”

Zhuang Yan had no discipline, and flattered him with a shy face: "I was wrong, don't hold a grudge, I'll compensate you." ”

Richelieu realized that even if VV wanted to stop himself from talking to Zhuang Yan, but they were messing around, the world of the two was solid, and Richelieu looked at it for a long time, and it was difficult to interject. When the two of them were playing together, she suddenly realized that she was a high-power light bulb, and she might as well leave with a plate.

When Richelieu, who was left out in the cold, lowered his head to pick up the knife and fork again, and quietly cut the cold steak, his heart was itching, and he thought expectantly and fearfully, I don't need a boyfriend. But I also want my loved ones.

VV saw that Richelieu bowed his head and did not squeak, and suddenly became honest, lowered his head to straighten his hair, poked potatoes with a spoon in reserve, and accosted Richelieu without words: "Hey, you are the only one in the entire base who has the right to communicate with the Silent One, tell me secretly, is the Silent One a computer or a real person?" ”

Richelieu was tilting his head and wandering, and was suddenly asked, waking up like a dream and exclaiming: "I don't know, theoretically it must be a real person, because AI does not have the ability to analyze intelligence." And his identity is top secret, he may be everyone in the base, maybe a general, maybe a private, maybe you and me. It is because of his silence that we can be kept safe. ”

VV bit the spoon and tilted his head playfully and asked, "Don't you have orange clearance?" You don't even know who the Silent One is, so how can you fight with him and take over the base? ”

Richelieu concentrated on cutting the beef, and replied earnestly: "I must wait for the silent to contact me unilaterally." I, as the reviewer, will only grant the right to make a decision on the fly after verifying that the information submitted by the silent person is correct. ”

VV frowned and repeated, "It turned out to be a real person." ”

Zhuang Yan glanced at the blood in the beef cut by Richelieu, and said in shock: "Why is that meat still raw?" I used to fry it all overcooked! The chef cooks less frying. ”

Richelieu lowered his head and sneered, but before he could answer, VV pinched Zhuang Yan's cheek and told him: "She likes to eat medium-rare food." Shut up, don't embarrass me. ”

Zhuang Yan did not relent: "How embarrassed am I, I mean, we can't ask the cook, but Richelieu can eat the taste he wants, it's really unfair." Then I'm going to say, my eggs have to be soft, my beef has to be fully cooked, and my curries have to be extra spicy......"

Zhuang Yan had a child's temper, and VV hid his face in shame and bowed his head, muttering: "I don't know you." The picker went with him. Richelieu lowered his head and smiled, shook off his blonde hair and looked up and explained: "I didn't open a small stove, so I handed the number into the window, and the dishes presented are like this, maybe the chef recognized my number." ”

Zhuang Yan frowned and picked up the sweet and spicy curry, and said bitterly: "Why can't the master remember that I like spicy food?" Sure enough, because you are a goddess, even the cook takes your likes and dislikes to heart. ”

This roundabout flattery made Risse pay attention to it, but VV didn't realize it, and carefully trained him: "What's so good about spicy, sweet mouth is king, come, open your mouth." ”

Richelieu finally couldn't help it, and asked timidly, "Can you not feed it?" ”

Zhuang Yan and VV stayed for a while, and immediately bowed their heads to eat, restraining the rules, like elementary school students who had been trained by the teacher, and they couldn't wait to sit upright when they ate. I didn't even say a word.

Because of the limitation of information, Zhuang Yan was full of fighting spirit, and he was still laughing and messing around with the two drivers. However, on the other side of the ocean from the Qifeng base, the dark clouds in the western world are getting thicker, and there is already a trend of black clouds overpowering the city.

On this dark evening, Washington, D.C.'s Reagan Airport made an exception to receive an international flight.

Dark clouds covered the sunset on the horizon, and the blood-colored afterglow was gradually swallowed up by the heavy night. At the end of the airport runway, a line of pitch-black elongated bulletproof Lincoln cars has been parked for a long time. In the shadow of the building, a group of tall figures in suits and leather shoes hugged tightly for warmth, standing in the howling cold wind for a long time.

In a few moments, the wind pressure was howling, and a black spot in the sky had spread into a hideous black shadow of a huge plane at some point. The sun was setting, and the only remaining residual light was cast on the huge military armed transport plane, turning the steel giant with flashing navigation lights into a pitch-black silhouette in the sky, approaching the runway, bowing its head and trembling, steadily touching the ground, the landing gear grasping the runway, and slowing down and coasting.

Amid the roar of the engine, the crowd of people who had been waiting for a long time lowered their heads and covered their ears, and came out of the shadows against the wind. The cold wind ruffled their hairs and made their faces ripple, but they didn't stop walking towards the slowly gliding black plane. The leader raised his hand to protect his head, his old white hair was meticulously combed, his flabby face was expressionless, and the decent lady's suit was slightly bloated, and when she led the team with a straight face and bated breath, a large group of black staff officers followed closely like a wriggling ant colony. She is the current president of the United States, Mrs. Clinton.

The shrill sound of brakes resounded through the wasteland. The president suddenly stopped slowly, looked up and watched the plane slide into the runway, and made a steady U-turn. Then, as if the blue whale opened its huge jaw, the belly of the machine burst open, slowly lowered, touched the ground and turned into a slope, allowing people to look into the belly of the machine at a glance.

The president stood abruptly, reached out to stroke the white hair flying next to his ears, his lips trembled slightly, he could no longer hold back his expressionless face, and he could barely maintain his composure by pursing his lips. Because she saw two soldiers in camouflage uniforms with straight faces, carrying guns on their backs and hanging their hands, standing on the edge of the engine room, as if they were on the edge of a cliff.

As soon as the president stopped, the staff behind him almost crashed into a ball and stood silently around the president. They squinted in the gale, and saw the two soldiers at the hatch pushing a wheelchair and jolting down. There was a man in a suit crooked in a wheelchair, his chin was wrapped in gauze, his right arm was bandaged under his neck, his face was dazed, his blonde hair was flying up and down in the cold wind, but he was always expressionless, his mouth was slightly open, and he squinted at the president.

His left eye socket was cracked with a tear-stained scar, and although it was healed, it was still vicious. The guards around him pushed his wheelchair closer and closer to the standing president, and the president saw clearly that his lips were chattering and his face was full of tears; Finally, the wheelchair stopped, and he hung his head weakly, squinted at the president, and said, "I...... Shame on the United States! ”

The old Mrs. Clinton gritted her teeth and endured three seconds of silence before she maintained her strong solemnity and opened her lips to state categorically: "On behalf of the people of the Union, on behalf of the generals of the Navy, Army and Air Force, and on behalf of the freedom and conscience of the United States, I would like to pay high tribute to you and the Navy SEALs. Thank you, thank you. ”

The vicious man was powerless to move, like an old child, crooked in a wheelchair, biting his lip and closing his eyes, crying silently. Under the moving gaze of countless staff, under Mrs. Clinton's pretended strong gaze, Charlie sobbed and trembled, and let out an intermittent wail like a beast in his throat: "I couldn't bring Alan back...... I'm ashamed of the White House! ”

The desperate sobbing of the first agent of the CIA made the thirty-one presidential staff officers look up in unison, and their vision is cast on the dim engine room behind Charlie, only to see that in the dim and dark belly of the machine, there is a square of dark and exquisite coffins, neatly like building blocks, densely packed like puzzles; In the faint light, each coffin was covered with blue and white star-striped flags, and at a glance, it was so terrifying that it looked like a cemetery waiting to be buried!

Fifty-seven coffins are buried with Undersecretary of State for Security and Defense Alan Harper, and most of the SEAL Team elites are buried!

Charlie shook his head slightly, tears dripping from his jaw, wetting the gauze on his chest, and repeating a word blankly:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

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