Lillian's Melaleuca routine

As far as Gogol's ability is concerned, there is no difference between transporting "goods" and transporting "people".

After leaving the barbecue shop, Ling and Gogol bypassed the crowds and went to his mission destination.

It's an unremarkable Thursday.

For the Russian people, tomorrow is a rare day.

March [-]th is Women's Day, which is also a legal holiday in Russia.Since it happens to be Friday, the Russian people can enjoy a rare three-day vacation including the weekend rest time.

This is also a good opportunity for them.

Gogol's work is indeed not too difficult. For him, this can be regarded as a piece of cake.

His purpose is a USB flash drive, to be precise, a data disk with government documents.In the process, he only needs to remove the "obstacles", and finally forge the scene and destroy the evidence.

This is not a very important document, but its follow-up involves a more important batch of arms, so Fyodor sent it back to Gogol for execution.

The buildings in Petersburg have always been low, mostly medieval.Looking around the Neva River, at night, a large dark-toned exterior wall that is completely different from the daytime is matched with warm-toned lights.It looks like the lights are flickering, light and dark interlaced, shining brightly.

There are no people in this central administrative work area. Because it is in the CBD, there are still a few sporadic cars speeding past on the street.It was eleven or twelve o'clock, the sky was completely dark, there were few pedestrians, only a few people who worked overtime hurriedly walked on the road with briefcases.

The building they are going to is located in the northeast of this administrative area. It has a very modern design. It is an irregular building made of irregular pieces of tempered glass. The top is a square structure, which looks a bit like a transparent building. integrated circuit board.

The usual brightly lit hours are gone, and now, the entire building has been closed, and through the naked eye, only a dark building can be seen standing in the distance.This area is separated from other places, and to enter it requires three password locks and a series of complicated verifications.For ordinary people, it is tantamount to ascending to the sky.

But for Gogol, it was an easy task.

While there are still security guards at the gate, they can bypass him.Even with the camera issue, however at the rear, Fyodor has solved this biggest problem.

Gogol kept in touch with Fyodor with the communicator, while cooperating to bypass some obstacles.

Eventually, they breeze through the infrared-scanned gates, visiting the building as fresh as an outing.

From the inside, the building is seventy or eighty stories high, including five or six underground floors.

Due to the power cut, the elevator had stopped running, so Aya had to climb the stairs.

After walking dozens of floors non-stop, they finally arrived at their destination.

Aya's complexion did not change, her breath was steady.I still have the energy to walk around and look around.

"Tired."

In the end, she sighed like this, and her tone sounded extremely perfunctory.

Looking at her, Gogol, who was leaning against the wall next to him, looked much more tired than she looked.After a long period of exercise, his breathing fluctuated slightly.After all, they climbed almost eighty floors without resting.

"Lilian! Honey! Let me rely on you!" He exaggeratedly said coquettishly, not forgetting to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist.

Aya changed the subject, "Is it this floor? Which room is the place Fei Jia told you?"

Gogol stretched his waist, raised his head, glanced around the dark corridor, and then pointed in the direction of Aya, "Here."

He walked ahead, and the camera here had been destroyed, so he turned on the flashlight, chatting with Aya while looking for a place.

"Is there anyone still in this building?" Ling looked around curiously.

After all, it was the first time for her to enter the building at this time in this capacity.

She said casually, "If you meet someone, do you want to kill them?"

Then she realized that she had brought up a topic that shouldn't be mentioned, after all, they hadn't talked about it before.The topics between them have always been relaxed and free of purpose.

Gogol in the front had already found the room. Hearing her words, he turned around and asked, "What do you like? Lillian."

Very cunning, returned the question to her.

Ling's expression paused, she lowered her head and thought carefully for a while, then said lightly, "Let's talk about it when we meet."

Aya really wanted to give an affirmative answer, but she found it boring.

None of them care much about life.

It is not necessary for Aya, but it is not important for Gogol.

In the long dark night, perhaps due to tension, time also passed slowly.

They successfully pried open the safe and found the USB flash drive.

Aya watched Gogol and Fyodor confirming something on the walkie-talkie while watching without interest.

She soon got bored.

At the beginning, this incident gave her more excitement than anything else, and none of the expected situations happened.She seemed to have done a task that was not challenging, not even counting as a handyman, and went to the Central Building to go shopping and watch the night view in vain.

They have come to the top of the city.

The height of the buildings in Petersburg is really not high.Looking from this building, you can have a panoramic view of the surrounding night scene, a string of veins made of golden roads, warm orange lights greeting the city with a warm breath, blowing away the city's always cold and serious.

Not far away, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and a group of birds are patrolling and flying across the sky.

Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have a panoramic view of the lifeline of Petersburg.Aya could even see the Alexander Column not far away and the huge triumphal arch behind it.

Aya's whole body is attached to the tempered glass. She is not afraid of heights, so she is not afraid of falling.

When she came back to look at Gogol, she turned around and saw that Gogol had been standing beside her for a long time.

"Nikolai." She called him, expectant in her tone, she pointed to the glass and said, "Can you?"

Gogol followed her gaze and looked around.

There is nothing special about it. This is the most common night view of Petersburg, with lines of orange lights and low buildings, plus a few onion-topped churches, and you can’t even see the standard columns of ancient Greece.

"what happened?"

He was a little confused, so he asked a question naturally.

"Jump! A ready-made one! The perfect jump!"

Ling stretched out her hands to cover her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining brightly, and the excitement on her face was about to overflow.

"Woo!" Gogol raised his eyebrows and uttered an unclear tone.

"Nikolai!" Aya approached him affectionately and said, "Honey! You know what I'm thinking! What a perfect jumping machine! Now! I just hope you can help me! Use your supernatural powers, Send me outside the glass, trust me! Then I just need to wait for you downstairs!"

Gogol looked at Ling, her face was flushed, and the expression on her face was uncontrollable.

He felt a little wronged and tasted.

"But it's rare for us to be together..."

"Honey! Help me." Aya said coquettishly, "We still have a lot of time to get together, don't we? Tomorrow! We can meet again tomorrow!"

She looked at Gogol with pleading eyes, but he just lowered his head and pretended to talk to Fyodor.

He'd finished his work by tomorrow morning.

She saw him hang up the phone with her own eyes!

Aya understood that she hadn't been able to impress him yet.

Just as she was thinking about it, she was about to do ideological persuasion again.

Gogol, who was sitting on the office chair with her on his back, turned around and faced her again.Aya couldn't see his face clearly, but she could hear him clearly.

"Lillian." He said with a long sigh, "You have to understand that the problem is not with me, but with you."

He still had a lot to say, and he didn't say it directly, so Aya could only guess.

"I'm completely fine!" Aya puffed up her chest and said solemnly.

Gogol looked at her heavily.

Aya felt guilty for a while when he saw it.

"I don't understand..." she said slowly, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, I assure you! Nikolai!"

"..."

Aya couldn't see Gogol's expression clearly, but his still posture had already told her the answer.

She turned her head, and took a reluctant look at the scenery outside the huge glass window, and finally she compromised.

"Okay, Nikolai. You win, let's go, get out of here."

Although sullen, she still smiled.

In fact, she won't give up so easily.

Aya called this a principled compromise, and it was her plan to delay the attack. Although she kept her face on the surface, she had already prepared plan B in private.

She decided that next time she would leave Gogol alone.

At this time, Gogol stood up, Ling couldn't see his expression clearly, but saw him walking towards her step by step.

He came over, covered her eyes, and said, "Close your eyes, dear."

Aya's hand raised up uncontrollably and grabbed his palm.She closed her eyes obediently, but her eyes were itchy and her eyelashes still couldn't help blinking.

"Would you like to help me?" Aya asked.

"Of course," he said, "how could I refuse your request?"

At least at this time, he will not choose to make a bad impression on himself.

— that was just a way of comforting himself, but he chose to ignore it as a consolation.

"Don't cover my eyes! Nikolai!" After achieving the goal, she was still dissatisfied and complained, "I want to see the night scene!"

"Don't worry." Gogol put his arms around her shoulders from behind, "Are you ready? Lillian."

He leaned intimately on her shoulder, looking through the same space with him at another drawing board-like building underneath.

He had to start accepting the fact that he couldn't convince her at all, so he couldn't influence her decision.

He wasn't even as good as Fyodor at this point—his brainwashing skills were unrivaled.

Aya nodded.

This huge glass window is like the acrylic glass wall in the aquarium. Under this tall building, everything can be seen at a glance, and even the vehicle is just a small black spot.

And she stood at a very high place overlooking here, looking at the world contentedly, like a god appreciating a toy she is satisfied with.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" Aya asked with her eyes closed.

"Honey." Gogol said, with his usual playful tone, "Don't you want to watch the magician's performance?"

"Is today your recital?"

"Of course not." He said, "Beautiful lady, my magic trick needs your cooperation, let's count down."

This time, Aya listened to his words.

In a strange atmosphere, they began to count down slowly.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Indeed, he used his supernatural ability to help migrate into the midair, and then naturally fell rapidly from a height of more than 200 meters with the help of gravity, without any equipment or any protective measures.

In most cases, a safe landing is ludicrous.

And Aya just casually called it a jumping machine, as if it was just a garden project that was not particularly dangerous.

But she has always been so bold and ridiculous, even Nikolai Gogol can't match her in this regard.

The author has something to say: I have wanted to write this plot for a very, very long time.

Because I think it fits the personalities of these two people very well, and it feels so flamboyant and carefree.

As a result, the terrain has been changed, and the commercial districts of Petersburg are quite short. The CBD (Central Business District) here refers to Moscow.

感谢在2020-07-0800:14:33~2020-07-1623:26:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Nedochka;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of stewed mushrooms with pineapple;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!