Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Sun Qiao has a very good memory. What left the deepest impression on him was the pair of emerald green eyes, bright and bright, with a certain subconscious familiar feeling. He was taken to England by Old Brown at the age of 17. Now the two Years passed, and the flames of war surging in the dark changed everything that could or could not be changed like a storm. Until now, Sun Qiao pushed open the dark carved wooden door. They collided without making any sound.

There were only two lights turned on in the room, and the not-so-bright dim light was cut off. Lester seemed to sense it. His delicate jaw line was slightly raised back, showing a noble and elegant white arc.

"Father has been looking for you," said Little Brown.

He looked at Sun Qiao with those dark green eyes due to the light. Little Brown was sitting in a carved seat with his left leg resting on his right leg in a casual and weird posture. His fingertips are pressed against his knees, and the beautifully trimmed short black hair looks like wild seaweed growing secretly on the bottom of the sea, covering his head with climbing rocks, and his eyelashes, which blink steadily, are like light butterfly wings. Excessively stunning.

Sun Qiao nodded to show that he understood, closed the door behind him, and checked his trouser pocket, "Maybe you have something against me?"

Little Brown listened with great interest. He kept his fingers together and leaned forward. His small movements made his well-dressed look much more lively. With a malicious smile on his lips, he challenged Sun Qiao. He raised his eyebrows, as if signaling for Sun Qiao to continue.

"I mean," Sun Qiao shrugged, "after returning from Italy, your temper seems to have become irritable."

In fact, the servants in the entire Brown Manor knew that Little Brown and his inseparable bodyguard John landed on the tarmac in the manor during dinner last night.

"As my most loyal servant," Little Brown raised his head, his left foot resting on his right leg was hanging in the air not far from the ground, and the toe of his shiny leather shoe was danglingly pointing in the direction of Sun Qiao. The tone is the same as the action, with a kind of casual and frivolous meaning, "That's right, it's you, John, do you want to guess the reason?"

Sun Qiao raised his hands in a perfunctory gesture of surrender, put his hands down, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit the fire. Sun Qiao walked to the balcony, and the cold wind with sharp blades sprayed it out mercilessly. The lingering smoke swept away, and looked outside the manor from a distance, and saw a certain building with tall buildings rising from the ground like a mirage.

"What's that?" Sun Qiao pinched a cigarette with his fingertips and asked, pointing back to the distance.

Little Brown stood up and walked in the direction of Sun Bridge. Anna, who came in behind Sun Bridge, explained that the building was constructed according to Old Brown's orders, and it would take a long time before it was completed. As for the specific use, Old Brown Brown has not been made public.

"What's the problem?" Little Brown stood beside Sun Qiao. Instead of looking at the building they were discussing, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the building that suddenly disappeared for some unknown reason. street light.

The dim and dim lights have been brightened again.

The familiar smell of blood wafted from the tip of Sun Qiao's nose. He frowned, turned around and looked up and down at the people next to him, "Are you injured?"

Little Brown seemed to be enjoying Sun Qiao's mood at the moment or something else. His green eyes with mutated irises were filled with a vicious smile. He slowly touched Sun Qiao's shoulder with his left hand, and said the moment he put it on, "I said Why do you always answer questions with questions?"

[Tsk tsk, this time the stall is a ruthless character, Qiaoer. ]

The system held a hopeful tone, and was a little embarrassed.

[Are you still doing it? ]

The two consecutive teasings did not get a reply from Sun Qiao, and the system stopped talking.

Sun Qiao tilted his head to the right, and what he saw was a scarlet bloodstain in the opponent's palm. Little Brown was still smiling, his beautiful five fingers were white and slender, outlined by bright red to the extreme evil, dirty like a ****'s cunt half body.

The blood was still a little wet. Sun Qiao debated it carefully. After seeing the blood that was not the target of the mission, he was not very interested. He took a deep breath on the cigarette on his lips, and after taking the last puff, it was crushed and it was still flickering. Mars.

Little Brown took the handkerchief Anna handed over, and he stood in front of Sun Qiao, lowered his head and slowly wiped his five fingers one by one, "The second before I gouged out her eyeballs, she was still firmly saying that she was going to kill her." If I do something like that, after I did it, she cried and begged me to let her go," Little Brown shook his left hand in the basin Anna was carrying, watching the transparent liquid in the basin take on a sinful color with cold eyes, he was a little displeased Happy, "John, I look like someone whose heart softens when others beg for mercy?"

Because of this question from the other party, Sun Qiao suddenly recalled something. In the first week when he came to Brown Manor, one day after Little Brown asked Old Brown for his ownership, Sun Qiao encountered something thing.

It was a rare day when the sun came out, and Sun Qiao used the computer to look up information in the room on the second floor. The bay window next to the desk was set high, and the light-colored curtains were blown high by the breeze. A servant knocked on the door and came in to tidy up the room. Qiao closed the computer at the right time, and the moment he walked to the window, he heard the sound of a dog whimpering.

Miserable sobs rushed into Sun Qiao's eardrums from bottom to top, and the wailing from his throat could almost make any human being who heard the sound feel pity. I saw Little Brown in the movie. His figure was straight, and his three-piece suit fit him, who had just turned 16, exuding the elegant gentleman style in old movies. Looking at it from the direction Sun Qiao looked down, You can only vaguely see the corners of the other party's upturned mouth and noble silhouette.

A dog about 22 inches in length was lying in front of Little Brown. From a distance, it could only be seen as a shepherd dog. It lay limply on one side, with a pair of weakly drooping eyes, and twitched from time to time. Body, standing behind Little Brown was his bodyguard at the time, Jackson—later replaced by Sun Qiao.

"Honey, what are you doing?" A woman she didn't know heard the voice and came over and asked.

"Saving it," Little Brown's green eyes reflected as clear as the bottom of the lake against the reflection of the blue sky, as clean and beautiful as what Sun Qiao saw when he just opened his eyes. Under his gaze, it increased by another level, and inexplicably produced a bit of chilling strangeness in this purity, he said with a smile: "A cockroach has slipped into its body."

"If you think so too, I'll be in trouble." Little Brown threw the handkerchief that wiped his five fingers into Anna's hand, and he looked at Sun Qiao with some inquiry and curiosity in his eyes, "You know, John , I have always respected you very much, as my personal bodyguard arranged by my father, huh?"

"Okay - next, show me your sincerity, Tiger."

The moment the last word landed, a woman with a bloody face was dragged out of the dark room of the room.

There will never be doubts and beliefs for no reason in this world, just like there is no eternal love and liking. Without replying to Little Brown, Sun Qiao took the single-action revolver handed over by the other party, and approached the man who was dragged by his hair. A woman on a dark carpet.

Some bruised chins were lifted by the slender gun barrel, a messy dark golden curly hair faded away, revealing incomplete facial features, the eyeballs were gouged out, leaving only an empty eye socket, and uncoagulated blood running along The jawline flowed down, and some even dripped down the slender gun barrel. Sun Qiao looked at the familiar face and was a little surprised. The action of picking the woman's chin with the gun paused. Spit out a name, "Aimee?"

The woman who had almost lost her mind due to the excruciating pain looked dazed, she perfectly did not reveal any emotions, but Sun Qiao clearly noticed that the second after he pronounced the name, the woman trembled subconsciously for a few seconds Pale corners of lips stained with blood.

"Aimee?" Little Brown's voice containing a smile followed his steps slowly approaching Sun Qiao. He leaned into the seat in a comfortable sitting position, put his clean white fingers on the dark red armrest, and tapped Twice, Little Brown's voice was laziness that didn't match his age, "Who?"

Everything in the line of sight went dark instantly, without any warning, even the last bit of bright color between the sky and the earth disappeared, a bright red laser flashed, and an alarm from the system sounded in his brain. With Brown hugging his chest, the two rolled on the spot a few times and then pulled out the firearms behind their waists and loaded them in a prostrate position.

The blind woman who had been shackled all this time took the opportunity to run out the door. Sun Qiao raised her weapon to stabilize her posture and shot her dead.

"Lester?" Sun Qiao didn't hear the system's voice. He tried to communicate with Little Brown beside him to confirm whether the other party was alive. "Lester?" He called again.

The maids in the room other than Anna had been shot dead by the snipers on the tall buildings in the distance, and they were lying on the thick carpet in disorder, with the dark liquid winding all over the ground. Sun Qiao looked at Anna lying under a pile of corpses Playing dead, the strong smell of blood in the nostrils instantly turned the room, which was full of life a second ago, into a slaughterhouse full of corpses.

The air was too quiet. Just when Sun Qiao was still wondering why no one had gone upstairs for so long, Little Brown, who was not far away, finally spoke. I don't know if he was frightened or for some reason, his voice was full of explicit depression. , "I'm fine, John."

The moment the door was pushed open, the lights in the room were turned on again, and a group of neatly dressed men in black checked the situation inside and outside the room in an orderly manner. After confirming that it was safe, a servant helped Little Brown to stand up, and there was an endless stream of greetings. When Old Brown came in, the room was almost cleaned up, the corpse was moved out of the room, and the blood-stained carpet was pulled out, and the room looked like a fairyland.

"You're hurt," Brown said.

Sun Qiao lowered his head bewilderedly, followed the other person's line of sight to glance at his waist, the white silk shirt had been torn apart, and a hideous wound about three inches long was turned outwards, with scarlet oozing out continuously. The blood, the undisguised bright red, almost stained the entire shirt, and Sun Qiao's nerves and consciousness returned to normal because his life was hanging by a thread.

Little Brown grabbed Sun Qiao's wrist and walked out of the room. The hair on his forehead was a little messy, and the fabric of the suit at the knees and elbows was a little wrinkled. Other than that, he was not injured, and Sun Qiao followed passively. , Little Brown's expression looked very calm, and it could even be said that he was too calm.

"I told you a long time ago, Lester," Old Brown stood at the door with a half-burned cigar between his teeth. His figure was considered tall among white men, and he could easily block the only exit." If you'd listen to me, I mean, honey, if you'd just walked away last night, today wouldn't threaten you, would it?"

"You don't want to die in a low-profile assassination, Myson."

After the old Brown finished speaking, he walked to the other side. Little Brown's face, which was always smiling or laughing, lost his usual expression. He pulled Sun Qiao and passed Old Brown, and the light words spread into the other party's ears , "You'd better wait for me to come out alive, Father."

Old Brown took a puff on his cigar, hiding the smile on his withered lips.

Sun Qiao let Little Brown clean and bandage the wound for him. During this period, the two of them were silent. When packing up the medicine box, Sun Qiao asked where he was going.

Little Brown closed the cabinet door, and the box with the red cross painted on it was imprisoned in the glass cabinet. He turned around, leaning against the cold cabinet and replied: "Luohe Prison."

Lo River Prison - one of the most notorious prisons in Europe.

"Want me to follow?" Sun Qiao asked tentatively, pressing the wound that had just been bandaged.

"Except for me," Little Brown walked into Sun Qiao, staring at the dark gold floating in Sun Qiao's eyes with his pair of pure green eyes, and said mockingly, "Where else can you go?"

The author has something to say:

"Rist, Brexit is over."

"……Ha ha."

[The prison is a fiction, any similarity is purely coincidental]

The next chapter starts to brush up the prison copy.