mayfly era

Advance the time to an hour ago.

"Where are you going?" Song Guang's tone was special, and Fan Ge was very familiar with Song Guang's voice, so he didn't look up and continued to pack his luggage.

Song Guang's tall body was leaning against the door, quietly watching Fan Ge pack the weapon and some commonly used equipment into a black waterproof equipment bag.Counter Leather was dressed in all black, put on a pair of black sniper gloves, and put his usual silver long-barreled gun into the gun pocket under his ribs.

He hadn't seen Fan Ge dressed like this for many years, and his eyes were in a trance.

Song Guang can guess what needs to be counter-reformed in person without asking.

Instead of carrying metal bullets, he had an energy bar with greater lethality. He tied up his hair, which was always loose, and wore a black peaked cap. Even his forehead hair was carefully restrained.

Fan Ge raised his head and smiled slightly, "Why did you come to my house?"

"Be careful." Song Guang said.

"I'll be back soon."

"How sure are you?"

"Not much, not too little." Counter-leather prepared some special medicines, which were sealed in small high-hardness jars. This kind of medicine jars is very light, and can complete the transformation from liquid to gas or gas to liquid in an instant. State-of-the-art potion container.

"You're not going to tell them."

"I told Typhoid that he would watch all the numerical fluctuations for me and be my eyes."

"You are not young anymore." The eyes like glass beads flickered a few times.

"But they're too young."

"I can go for you." Song Guang turned his body from side to side, looked at Fan Ge with serious eyes.

"You are two years older than me. If you say I am old, you are not older."

"My life is not that important."

"I don't trust you guys whether it's important or not."

"I won't sleep until you come back." Song Guang's words were unexpectedly childish.

"Are you so worried about me?" Fan Ge packed his bags, took out a bottle of nettle wine with a small milliliter from his wine cabinet, and threw it to Song Guang.

"Don't worry, have you stopped doing things that make me worry?" Song Guang unscrewed the lacquer of the wine cap, and the yellow-green wine beads flowed down the bottle mouth, and were instantly absorbed by the water-absorbing outer packaging material Dries to an ugly green streak.

"Talk with me a few more words." Fan Ge leaned against the wine cabinet, embracing his hands.

His habit has not changed for so many years. When he needs to charge forward, he will be equipped in advance like this, and then stand and wait for the sound of the horn.

If a person sits or lies down, he will lose the sense of tension due to the relaxation of the muscles, and it is difficult to get into the state quickly.

But everyone's habits are very different. For example, the man known as the "God of War Odin" was still sitting on the ground calmly smoking his own cigarette a second before the battle.

It's a pity that he has been dead for many years, and there is not even a page of electronic tombstone left, otherwise the counter-revolutionary will remember to buy him a few electronic fireworks every year on the memorial day.

"You know that I will only tell you to be careful, you think mother-in-law and mother are like that." Song Guang raised his head and took a sip of the wine. The nettle wine was sour and spicy, and the taste was not smooth.

"If I really decide to die one day, I will only tell you one person...you remember to buy me a clean place after I die and bury my gun there." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"Beiding Snow Mountain, you don't need to spend money, as long as I can climb it, it's mine."

Rebellion seems to have seriously considered the feasibility for a while, "...It's fine, anyway, if there is a next life, I don't want to come back."

"Then why did you choose to return to Central City?"

"Do you want to wander in the wilderness for the rest of your life?" Counter-revolutionary moved his neck, his gray eyes always had a warm light, making people unable to help but want to rely on him, "The wish of each of you, isn't it Will it all be thrown into the sea? Then it will be impossible to realize it in a lifetime."

Song Guang took another sip of the wine, and the yellow-green wine ran down his lips, across his neck, and into his collar. He was rarely so sloppy.

"Rebellion, what is your wish?"

Fan Ge laughed, "Do you want to help me realize it, Father Priest."

"You can talk about it."

Fan Ge was silent for a moment, "Bury my gun on the snow mountain."

At this moment, Fan Ge's cell phone rang, and instead of taking it out to look at it, he waved to Song Guang and lifted his suitcase. His figure was tall and straight, his eyes were hale and hearty, ready to go.

"I'll be back soon, I don't want you to lose sleep for too long." He raised his eyebrows at Songguang, still in that unruly manner.

"I'm waiting for you."

Song Guang sent Fan Ge to the door, but his eyebrows were still tightly knit together.

He respected all the decisions of the counter-revolution, but he couldn't let go of his inner worries.

Although the counter-revolutionary was nearly forty years old, and his lifespan as a mercenary was already in his twilight years, he still maintained second-to-none combat and action capabilities. No matter what kind of crisis he encountered, he should have the ability to protect himself.

What he worried about was the one in ten thousand accident.

Because he knows that everyone in RC cannot accept the loss of rebellion deep down.Rebels are their captains, their sails and rudders. Without Rebels, this big ship will stand still and fall apart.

The central city is also a bustling bustling scene today, and it is already the prelude to nightfall, and the street lights are brilliant.

Even if it is very cold, there is no shortage of modern new humans wearing fashionable light skirts, adding a few more dazzling neon lights to this already bustling world.

Fan Ge drove the equipment truck to an elegant small courtyard.

This small courtyard is located in the first district of the central city, which is extremely prosperous and where every inch of land is expensive.The small courtyard as a whole is a simple and elegant apricot color, without any decorations or redundant colors, like a meditation courtyard.

Standing under the apricot-colored wall was a tall woman with a straight figure and her hands folded on her stomach. She was wearing a white formal dress, but anyone would think that only a military uniform could match such a capable and tall woman. woman.

Seeing the equipment truck stop, the woman nodded slightly to salute. A "door" suddenly opened on the wall beside her, and the "door" with the same color as the wall automatically retreated, and a vertical black tall cabinet spit out from inside. .

This high cabinet looks enough to accommodate an adult, and it looks like a square coffin—this kind of funeral utensils recorded in the branch of funeral science in history, most modern people are not blessed, after all, the more luxurious electronic tombstones nowadays All expensive.

Fan Ge didn't get out of the car, and the "coffin" automatically moved to the rear of his car, which should be equipped with an automatic suspension system.The woman came over and opened the back compartment of the equipment vehicle, lifted the "coffin" with her bare hands, and pushed it into the anti-leather vehicle.

Then the woman went around to the driver's seat, leaned over slightly, and only then did he open the window, and nodded at her.

"Please, sir," said the woman.

Fan Ge nodded again, "Say hello to your old man for me, and please let my child back quickly."

"Marshal is very much looking forward to further cooperation with you as soon as possible." The woman's tone was serious, without any unnecessary expressions or movements.

"It's still free. I'm a rough person, and I can't do this kind of delicate work. It's just this one time, and I won't make another example."

Fan Ge closed the car window without waiting for the woman's response, and the steel-framed equipment carried him and the black coffin, driving forward steadily and quickly, and soon disappeared into the bustling Central City.

The woman still stood where she was, watching Fan Ge leave politely, a blue light suddenly lit up next to her ear, the woman lowered her head slightly, covered the light spot by her ear with her hands, turned around and walked quickly into the small courtyard.

Fan Ge's keen eyes caught the blue light that suddenly lit up next to the woman's ear in the rearview mirror, his eyes became deeper, and he tapped his fingers on the operation panel thoughtfully.

He drives in manual mode. This large-scale equipment car is different from the suspension sports cars and home electromagnetic cars speeding all over the street. It is a four-wheel drive mechanical car. The limit speed is not as good as the suspension sports car, but slightly faster than the home electromagnetic car.The automatic mode is loaded, but the stability is not high, so the requirements for the driver are very high.The advantage is that it is not restricted by the ground and the compartment is spacious.

"How's the speed?" Fan Ge suddenly asked.

Apart from him, there was only the "coffin" in the carriage, and he could only be asking the person in the coffin.

He waited patiently for a while, and only a few vague groans came from the "coffin".Looking carefully, it turns out that there are some tiny sound holes on the black panel, which are obviously reserved for the people inside to speak and obey.Through the capture sound technology, the sound inside will become clearer.

"If you feel bumpy, I can stand you up." Fan Ge continued to speak in a chatty tone.

There was a movement in the "coffin" that seemed to be full of sleep and stretching. After a while, a muffled voice came from inside, polite and gentle, but with a bit of weakness, "No, thank you... or lie down It's more comfortable."

"Idle is idle, why don't you ask that monster in your body to come out and talk to me." Fan Ge said calmly.

"I'm sorry, it hasn't learned to speak human language yet." The person in the coffin seemed to be unaware that he was in a desperate situation, and he was still chatting and laughing with the counter-revolutionaries.

"Don't you wonder how I know this?"

"I know you will know, but it's faster than I expected. It's really you, Rebel." The person in the coffin praised with a sincere voice.

"You are also bolder than I imagined, Young Master Mei." Counter-Ge's fingers tapped the operation panel a few more times, and the sound was especially clear in the sound-proof compartment.

"I don't have much choice either." Young Master Mei paused, "'it' came all of a sudden...it was too fast, I don't have time to think about it."

Fan Ge snorted coldly, "I see you have planned a lot."

"It's all crude tricks to make you laugh."

Fan Ge tapped his fingers for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "Perhaps you should have met me earlier."

After listening to his words, Young Master Mei was silent for a long time, so long that Fan Ge thought he would not speak again, and then the weak voice sounded again, "It's useless, my life has long been doomed, it is under the white snow Sludge, not a good end."

"Are you afraid? With such a monster."

"'It' is actually very simple. It likes shiny things, such as gems and love." Master Mei's voice was gentle.

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Hehehe I didn't expect me to change again~