atypical dependency

Originally, the two of them were gearing up and planned to have a fight at night, but when they arrived at Xiao Yi's house, the two of them were tearing up on the bed vigorously. Before Xiao Yi took off his pants, Wei Zhuoyan was called by the work phone.

Although he respected Wei Zhuoyan's job, Xiao Yi still had the urge to swear.

Sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, watching the coveted man put on his clothes quickly, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to stroke his face, glanced at Wei Zhuoyan, and said hastily, "Be careful at work".

As if he didn't hear Xiao Yi's words at all, Wei Zhuoyan's previously lustful face was replaced by a dark iron-like color. He quickly prepared everything and rushed out of Xiao Yi's bedroom without stopping.

At that moment, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a distinct sense of loneliness.

For some reason, he felt a little bit of Bian Yue's feelings about divorcing Wei Zhuoyan before.

With his head hanging down, the man who had rushed out of the bedroom before hurried back.

For some reason, he thought that the other party had forgotten something, and just as Xiao Yi raised his head, the corner of his lips was hit hard by the other party.

He gritted his teeth in pain, but before he could complain, Wei Zhuoyan let go of that rough kiss, quickly said "withdraw" and then turned around and ran towards the main entrance.

Watching the other party leave in disheveled clothes, Xiao Yi stared blankly for a while, and finally smiled helplessly.

Forget it.

If this is a job that the other party loves, he really has no position to complain about.

In the next few days, Xiao Yi contacted Xiao Heng on the phone and really persuaded him to come to City A.

In the past few years, not only Wei Zhuoyan, but also Xiao Yi and Xiao Heng have had very little contact. When talking on the phone that day, Xiao Yi always felt that the man who had always been stubborn and aggressive seemed to have restrained himself, and the tone of calling his name faded from the past. The yin and yang strangeness, but with some seriousness that Xiao Yi couldn't hear.

Later, when Wei Zhuoyan was invited to have dinner with their family, Xiao Heng brought another man with him.

It was a thin man with a rather feminine appearance, white and clean, gentle and gentle, who looked very small among a group of telephone poles, with a hint of timidity in his speech and demeanor, as if he was not close to strangers, and he seemed full of protection at first glance .

Wei Zhuoyan and everyone else present were quite curious about the man Xiao Heng brought.

After some inquiries, I learned that the other party's name is Luo Feng, who works in a kindergarten, and draws and draws for extra money when he has nothing to do.

I really don't understand how men in this painting style and Xiao Heng's two worlds can be friends with each other. Everyone eats a meal full of curiosity and interest.

When everything was finally over, the two brothers of the Xiao family took their father and mother Xiao to the airport with the people they brought. It was not until the two elders entered the security check that Xiao Heng's tense body relaxed a little.

Luo Feng stood behind Xiao Heng all the time, and stood there for a while in embarrassment before speaking softly: "Uh...it seems that I didn't say anything until the end."

Xiao Heng reached out and rubbed his hair savagely, rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry about it."

Staggering for a while, the weak Luo Feng smiled idiotically, and nodded beside Xiao Heng.

Watching the interaction between the two, Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan glanced at each other and asked Xiao Heng, "What didn't you say?"

Frowning and looking at Xiao Yi, Xiao Heng's domineering expression before was tinged with embarrassment, he smacked his lips resentfully, glanced sideways at Luo Feng, who was standing beside him with his head bowed in silence, It seems a little boring.

Wei Zhuoyan stared at the interaction between the two, with a faint smile of unknown meaning floating on the corner of his mouth.

"You don't have to worry about that." Xiao Heng said hastily, glanced at Xiao Yi, stretched out his hand and hurriedly grabbed Luo Feng's wrist, and said sternly, "Brother, I'll leave first, you guys talk slowly."

After speaking, he grabbed the thin man who swayed like a dead leaf in the strong wind like flying a kite, and Xiao Heng turned around and left.

Dumbly watching the other party go several steps away, Xiao Yi's expression was startled as if he had glimpsed something unbelievable.

After standing for a while, he remembered to call out in a deep voice, "Xiao Heng!"

Xiao Heng, who had walked eight feet away, swayed, turned around and looked at him impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Eye sockets filled with smiles, Xiao Yi looked at the other party for a long time before nodding and saying, "Be careful on the road."

Hearing the sound, it seemed that he was frustrated by Xiao Yi calling him just because of this, Xiao Heng shook his head and responded: "When will I worry about you?" After speaking, he raised his arm, and he quickly disappeared out of sight while pulling Luo Feng .

Standing beside Xiao Yi with folded arms, Wei Zhuoyan noticed a puzzling smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about being so happy?" After watching for a while, Wei Zhuoyan couldn't help asking, Wei Zhuoyan was rather curious.

Glancing at the man beside him, Xiao Yi pursed her lips: "This is the first time that kid has called me that in so many years."

"Calling you?" Wei Zhuoyan narrowed his eyes.

"Call me 'Brother'." With both hands in his pockets, Xiao Yi's gaze continued to fall on the main gate of the airport where Xiao Hengyuan was going, with a gentle expression on his face.

Standing by Xiao Yi's side for a while, Wei Zhuoyan lowered his eyes and sighed, covered Xiao Yi's hair with one hand, and showed a smile full of spring in an infected way: "How much love do you have, huh?" No one was watching, he leaned close to Xiao Yi's forehead and kissed her lightly.

Ren Wei Zhuoyan's moist lips pressed against his temples, Xiao Yi put his arms around Wei Zhuoyan's waist, and pulled the burly man closer: "It's not that I lack love, it's that he lacks love."

Standing next to Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan looked at the main gate of the airport silently.

"Me? It's flooding now."

Before Wei Zhuoyan could ask "Huh?" before he could say it, Xiao Yi jumped up and pecked his lips: "It's enough to have you here."

Standing still on the spot, Wei Zhuoyan stared at the other party for a while, and his eyes inevitably softened.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the fire station." Looking at Wei Zhuoyan thoughtfully, Xiao Yi shrugged, "Will you change shift later?"

Looking at the other party's stretched face, Wei Zhuoyan nodded: "Okay."

It's been a long time since I've seen Xiao Yi smile so heartfeltly. Wei Zhuoyan understood that even though there was a rift between the other party and Xiao Heng, as time went by, those gaps were slowly being filled.

He sincerely hoped that the two brothers could sit down one day, calmly and even talk about their feelings with each other thoughtfully.

Some things, even if they are not blood relatives, can overcome all obstacles. After all, they have truly cared for each other. Wei Zhuoyan believes that these trickles of love will eventually merge into a vast ocean.

At least, speaking from his personal experience, as long as there is love, any chasm can be bridged.

In the following several large-scale fires and disaster relief accidents, Wei Zhuoyan was hospitalized with consecutive injuries, and his condition was quite critical.

The first time Xiao Yi could barely accept it, but after Wei Zhuoyan barely survived a rescue accident in a mine collapse, Xiao Yi seriously discussed with him about "resigning".

Although he was almost wrapped in bandages like a mummy at the beginning of the injury, Wei Zhuoyan still firmly rejected Xiao Yi's request.

During those few months by Wei Zhuoyan's side, Xiao Yi had a hard time realizing what it meant to be extremely anxious. When he thought that he would experience the possibility of losing each other countless times in the future, his attitude couldn't soften.

After all, on the day Wei Zhuoyan was discharged from the hospital a few months later, Xiao Yi and the other party's hard-nosed discussion of this matter hit a wall again, and both of them broke up unhappy.

That night when Xiao Yi came home from get off work, she sat in the empty private car looking out the window at the glazed night, and regretted the quarrel with Wei Zhuoyan during the day.

He didn't know whether the other party understood the position of the other party in his heart.

Even if he understands the spirit of the other party's dedication to the people, he still has his own selfishness——

Wei Zhuoyan is Wei Zhuoyan after all.

Persistence, righteousness, loyalty, stick to the cause, and do your best for the masses.

But Wei Zhuoyan is also Xiao Yi's Wei Zhuoyan.

Every time the other party gets hurt, it's like cutting his heart with a knife, not to mention that every time he has to grip his heart to see his beloved on the verge of life and death.

After thinking about it, Xiao Yi rubbed the phone back and forth in his palm, contradicting himself, wanted to call the other party but didn't know how to convey his emotions.

The night outside the window poured in along the window sills like ink, smearing wantonly on the entire carriage.

Xiao Yi stared gloomily at the bustling street corner where the lights and shadows flowed outside, he kept reaching out to caress his chin, his brows furrowed tightly.

During the pause, the mobile phone in the palm of my hand sang happily by itself.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the clear word on the screen that gripped his mind.

Immediately pressing the answer button, Xiao Yi looked out the window and said in a low tone: "Yan."

The man over there sighed a little, and then said sincerely, "Xiao Yi."

Listening carefully, Xiao Yi clenched his palms and loosened them.

"What happened during the day is my fault. I shouldn't yell at you."

With a wry smile, Xiao Yi also sighed and shook his head: "Every time you are the one who apologizes first, how can you make me feel so bad?"

Wei Zhuoyan smiled lightly: "I understand what you said."

"..."

"If you really want me to resign, I can consider it." The tone was full of helplessness.

Xiao Yi could imagine the other party leaning against a wall with one hand in his pocket.

After pressing the phone to his ear for a long time, he finally said, "Zhuo Yan, if you don't want to resign - I respect you."

"..."

"But if that's the case, I also hope you can respect my choice."

"..."

Looking down at her fingertips, Xiao Yi smiled: "I will join you."

"..."

"It doesn't matter what assessment you want, I will apply to join your police force."

"..."

"That way you don't have to resign."

"..."

"I'll stay by your side."

Wei Zhuoyan was silent for a while, and Xiao Yi even had the illusion that the other party might have disconnected.

Frowning, he held the phone in front of his eyes and saw that the line was still connected. He couldn't help calling softly: "Yan?"

"No." However, just as the words fell, Wei Zhuoyan spoke seriously.

Xiao Yi was a little caught off guard by being poured down by a bucket of cold water.

"Are you kidding me? Did the police come in casually?" Wei Zhuoyan's voice sank an octave, quite serious, "Aren't you doing a good job now? Why do you have to pick dangerous nonsense?"

Xiao Yi frowned and listened, and soon became a little annoyed: "Dangerous? You also know the danger?"

"..."

"What, if you do it, it's safe, but if I do it, it's dangerous?" Xiao Yi controlled his emotions, controlled his voice, and wanted to handle this matter in a proper manner.

But unknowingly, there was such a little bit of displeasure at the end of the sentence, which sounded so provocative to the other party's ears.

After leaving these words for a long time, Wei Zhuoyan insisted on not answering.

The tug-of-war between the two about whether Wei Zhuoyan resigned or not had lasted for several months, and Xiao Yi was already exhausted.

But when he thought that this was another so-called "principle issue" by the other party, he became very annoyed.

Not intending to compromise on this matter, he held his phone stubbornly, just not persuading soft words.

After a while, Wei Zhuoyan finally said darkly, "Are you at home?"

Xiao Yi glanced outside the car: "I'll be right there."

"I will look for you."

With a simple explanation, Wei Zhuoyan closed the line.

Looking at the hung up screen, Xiao Yi threw the phone to the side of the car seat in frustration, reached out and rubbed his face.

He didn't understand why the other party couldn't compromise on this matter.

If the other party is still in their 20s, or even in their early 30s, he can barely swallow his personal emotions and let the other party go on.

But the age is there after all, no matter how strong the limbs are, they are still not as nimble as the young and young, and the chances of dangerous things will be greatly increased.

He also felt that it was time to have a thorough talk with the other party, Xiao Yi told Yan Tian to speed up, his mind was full of Wei Zhuoyan's serious face.

Half an hour later when Xiao Yi arrived at the door, Wei Zhuoyan was already waiting at the door.

The sinister aura emanating from the whole body can turn the surrounding environment into a mushroom cloud and entangle Xiao Yi.

After sending Yan Tian away, Xiao Yi frowned and stepped over to let Wei Zhuoyan into the house. The two men sat on the sofa in a long silence that seemed to span centuries.

When they finally opened their mouths, the two of them had a peaceful discussion, but when they turned around, their faces turned red and their ears were red. Both sides insisted on their own words.

In a stalemate, Xiao Yi shook his head and stood up from the sofa in frustration, and said sharply: "I don't understand Wei Zhuoyan, why can't I if you can do it? Hmm?"

"You don't have any experience, isn't it courting death if you go to the scene of fire?" Wei Zhuoyan didn't show any affection.

"Co-author, were you born with experience when you went to the front line?" Xiao Yi was full of irony.

"I was young then!"

"Do you know you're not young now?!" Xiao Yi went around the coffee table and walked to Wei Zhuoyan, his eyes were faintly red with anger, "Then what can you do?!"

"How can I be brave?" Wei Zhuoyan frowned and stared at Xiao Yi in front of him, patting his chest and almost growling, "As long as my limbs are still alive and I can work for a day, I can't resign!"

Xiao Yi was so angry that his breath was messy. Standing in front of Wei Zhuoyan, he threw the phone in his palm on the coffee table with one hand and made a loud bang.

Rubbing his hands into the ends of his hair, he walked away from Wei Zhuoyan, turned his back to Wei Zhuoyan, stared at the French window on the side of the living room and shook his head: "I don't understand."

Wei Zhuoyan narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Yi's back.

"I told you to resign and you don't want to quit. I want to join you, but you don't want to." Sighing sharply, Xiao Yi cast a vicious glance at Wei Zhuoyan from his shoulder, eyes full of tiredness, "What do you want me to do?" What's the matter, Ang? Wei Zhuoyan? Every time you let me watch you enter the scene of fire, I'm so anxious to death by myself, right? Ang? Do you think it's very interesting?"

"..." The repressed anger on Wei Zhuoyan's face gradually became clearer.

"Don't you think you're very selfish at this time?" Xiao Yi turned her whole body around, her hair was messed up by herself, "You like to fight fires, okay, no problem, I support you."

"..."

"Then can't I fight the fire with you?" Xiao Yi grumbled in frustration.

Wei Zhuoyan stared at him and said decisively: "No."

Hearing the sound, Xiao Yi froze.

Half a second later, he laughed angrily.

The violent nerves twitched his limbs, and before he could react rationally, he rushed forward in the next second and punched Wei Zhuoyan in the face.

Staggering and almost knocking directly on the coffee table, Wei Zhuoyan covered the corners of his chapped lips in astonishment, and turned his head to look at the restless Xiao Yi.

After a moment of reaction, he didn't want to think about anything, so he immediately turned around and rushed forward, punching Xiao Yi's face back.

The opponent's attack was almost full of anger. Xiao Yi, who usually has good physical fitness, staggered to the side twice, and directly sat down on the ground.

Furiously before he got up, Wei Zhuoyan had already bowed down, pressed his shoulders down, leaned on him and said coldly, "Am I selfish?"

Xiao Yi struggled desperately, two of the buttons on his shirt were broken by Wei Zhuoyan's strength.

"Why don't you say you're selfish? Huh?"

"..."

"How crazy are you! Is the police force just for fun?! What are you talking about fighting fires with me! Do you think this thing is so easy?! Do you know how dangerous it is?!"

Xiao Yi frantically pushed Wei Zhuoyan, but couldn't break free from the other party's shackles: "Wei Zhuoyan, let me go!"

"Am I wrong? Brat, listen to me clearly, every time you make a decision, think twice before you make a decision?!"

Hearing the other party's words, the manic man lying under Wei Zhuoyan suddenly stopped as if he had been whipped by someone.

He opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at Wei Zhuoyan who was panting and suppressing himself. After a long while, his voice came up in his throat: "Think twice?——"

"..."

"I can't believe you would say such a thing." Xiao Yi's face was filled with stagnant anger, and Xiao Yi's eyes were filled with tears, "Wei Zhuoyan, I have been 'think twice' since the day I met you." do you know."

"..."

"How long did I think twice?"

Wei Zhuoyan, who supported Xiao Yi's body, paused.

"How long have I been thinking about this, do you know?"

"..."

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yi's eyes flickered more and more: "Are you so clear?"

"..."

"Knowing you like this job, what did I say? How long did I wait to bring this up?"

"..."

"How long do you want me to wait? Huh?" Tears welled up in her eyes, Xiao Yi sneered, "Say it to your tombstone?"

Wei Zhuoyan looked at Xiao Yi who was tearing under him, the anger on his face dissipated, and he froze in place helplessly.

"Is it wrong for me to ask you to resign?"

"..."

"You think it's dangerous for me to participate, but you never thought that I would think it's dangerous for you to do so?"

"..."

"Xiao Yi."

Wei Zhuoyan became quite embarrassed for a moment, and reached out to touch the other's cheek to help the other party wipe away tears, but was blocked.

"If you think I'm impulsive and reckless, it's fucking crazy to discuss this kind of thing with you, well, no problem, I admit it."

"..."

"You can do whatever you want?" Xiao Yi stared at Wei Zhuoyan, his neck tensed, "You do your firefighting, I do my software, we don't mess with the river."

"You just died—" Tears welled up in Xiao Yi's eyes again, "Me too..."

Wei Zhuoyan bent down to kiss Xiao Yi, but the other side turned his head.

Patiently holding the other person's face again and turning it back to himself, Wei Zhuoyan looked at Xiao Yi who closed his eyes tightly and refused to look at him, and sighed in frustration: "Boy, how old are you still betting like this?"

"..."

"I know you care about me—" For some reason, he suddenly recalled what the woman said when he divorced Bian Yue.

"..."

"I know it all." Lowering his face, Wei Zhuoyan pinched Xiao Yi's jaw, his voice slowed down a lot, repeating like raving, "I know everything."

Xiao Yi lay motionless under him.

Leaning up to kiss each other's eyebrows, Wei Zhuoyan joked with a wry smile: "Hey, let your employees see you like this, they will be disillusioned."

Xiao Yi's brows trembled, but she still didn't open her eyes.

Staring at the other party's half-open panting lips, Wei Zhuoyan ran his fingertips up Xiao Yi's earlobe, and while rubbing, kissed the other party's eyebrows to the corner of his lips little by little.

At first, he just tentatively tapped Xiao Yi's lips with his tongue, but after a long while, he pushed Xiao Yi's lower lip away with his thumb, and kissed him forcibly.

Xiao Yi first resisted and wanted to turn his face away, but Wei Zhuoyan kissed him repeatedly comfortingly as if licking a wound, and this uncompromising man couldn't help but hook Wei Zhuoyan's neck back with one hand, and opened his lips to welcome him with a blurred expression.

For a moment, both sides breathed disorderly, gasped heavily, and their swords were tense.

Wei Zhuoyan propped himself up from Xiao Yi's body without a word, reached out and began to take off his clothes.

Cooperating with his upper body, Xiao Yi moved close to Wei Zhuoyan's exposed chest and kissed him little by little.

Pushing Xiao Yi down again, Wei Zhuoyan savagely tore open the opponent's shirt, and finally stripped off the white shirt, leaving only a tie hanging around Xiao Yi's neck.

With his back on the cold and hard floor, Xiao Yi wanted to take off his tie but was stopped by Wei Zhuoyan.

Looking at the other party puzzled, Xiao Yifang wanted to speak, but Wei Zhuoyan grabbed his tie and forcibly brought him in front of him.

Frowning rather unexpectedly, staring at the lustful face of the man in front of him, Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and said hoarsely: "Go to bed?"

Twisting Xiao Yi's chin, Wei Zhuoyan hastily replied, "Just here" and kissed her deeply.

Stumbled and turned over by the opponent, Xiao Yi disheveled and wanted to give some guidance to Wei Zhuoyan, who was involved in this field for the first time, but the hot man didn't listen to him, and forced his way in from behind after the foreplay started.

All he knew was that the pain was so bad that Xiao Yi was lying on the floor, panting and his voice was smashed by the people behind him.

When he was washing up that night, he limply lay down next to Wei Zhuoyan and said, "I still hope you will consider the matter of resignation."

Wei Zhuoyan leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes and smiled slightly: "The reason."

"I gave you the first time."

One day a month later, the comrades in the fire station sighed with regret——

Their brave and never-giving Wei team actually resigned.

Jin Yang was quite surprised by this incident, and only heard Wei Zhuoyan tell him that the more he lived, the more timid he was, and he didn't deserve to continue to be a hero serving the people.

Later, when he heard that Wei Zhuoyan and Xiao Yi had returned to City X together, Jin Yang finally understood one thing——

This guy is not afraid of fire, but a strict wife.

The first thing Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan did when they returned to City X was to go to the department store in the fire zone.

Today everything has been restored to its original state, and the reconstruction project has been quite successful, and there is no trace of the ruins of that year.

Without taking the elevator, Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan walked along the stairs to the 17th floor.

The two men stopped at the edge of the corner window, looking at the narrow corner of the stairs that once trapped Xiao Yi, both of them were quite emotional.

There was bright sunlight pouring in from the window, Xiao Yi leaned against the window, his eyes fell on Wei Zhuoyan who was looking at the scenery downstairs with one hand in his pocket, with a faint smile on his lips.

Xiao Yi was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Zhuo Yan."

"Ok?"

"It's been more than ten years."

Wei Zhuoyan responded for a moment, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's true."

Leaning her elbows back, Xiao Yi raised her head and stared at the snow-colored ceiling above: "It's so fast."

"That's right." Wei Zhuoyan turned sideways, put his big hand directly on the tip of Xiao Yi's hair and rubbed it gently, "In a dozen or so years, we will be a bad old man."

"Damn old man?" Xiao Yi smiled, "You are a bad old man, I'm still young."

Raising his eyebrows teasingly, Wei Zhuoyan sucked as if being poked, and stretched out his hand to cover his heart jokingly: "Hiss, be merciful."

Looking at the man's mature man full of masculinity and his neat side profile, Xiao Yi couldn't help leaning over to Wei Zhuoyan's ear and whispered, "Zhuoyan."

"Huh?" Looking sideways at Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan asked.

"Back me once."

With a grin on the corner of his lips, Xiao Yi slipped his hands into his pockets, seeming quite serious.

"what?"

"Just like back then." Xiao Yi took two steps back and raised his chin towards Wei Zhuoyan.

Looking at Xiao Yi dumbfounded, Wei Zhuoyan carefully read the other person's expression for a while, and said helplessly, "Really?"

"of course."

"Don't tell me I have old arms and legs. Aren't you afraid to crush yourself?" Wei Zhuoyan smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Yi's smile was like a brightly lit fireworks, bright and piercing.

"Come here." Beckoning, Wei Zhuoyan turned around helplessly, and squatted down slowly, "The more you live, the more childish you are."

Looking at the man squatting in front of him, Xiao Yichang smiled and put one arm around his neck, carefully letting him carry him on his back.

The breath of Wei Zhuoyan's hair pierced the tip of his nose smoothly, Xiao Yi sniffed it with enjoyment, and his thoughts revived the scene of the fire that he had vividly remembered back then.

Hugging the opponent's neck, rubbing his chin against the looming wound on the back of Wei Zhuoyan's neck, Xiao Yi felt the steady temperature of the opponent's back, couldn't help leaning closer to Wei Zhuoyan's ear and raised his voice:

"inflammation."

"Huh?" Tilting his head slightly, Wei Zhuoyan's eyes were still fixed on the stairs under his feet.

"Do you know how I fell in love with you?"

Wei Zhuoyan's eyebrows darkened, and his walking pace faltered slightly.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and smiled, shaking his head: "I don't know."

Gently pressing his lips to the back of Wei Zhuoyan's neck, Xiao Yi kissed him little by little, and said sincerely:

"That's how it was back then."

Wei Zhuoyan smiled knowingly.

"Promise me Yan."

"..."

"Stay with me, forever."

Wei Zhuoyan walked several floors with Xiao Yi on his back.

Just when Xiao Yi thought that the other party was not going to respond, he heard the man in front of him with his back smiling and saying:

"of course."

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Don't walk away, the extras will pounce on you from behind.

So far, the text is over.

The tone of this article is a bit aggrieved and a bit depressed, but I still hope you like it.

The new article "Blood Lost Light" will be published on May 5th.

The tone of this article will be a little clearer, and the main attack is that the Lord is a sleazy comrade ruffian.

"Alien" continues to be adjusted.

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