Desperate

In the luxuriously decorated lounge, Cen Lu asked Zhou Pu to open his arms and put on the bulletproof vest for him.There was a warm touch coming from the man's back, Cen Lu was very greedy for this kind of warmth, so his fingertips stayed there and did not move.

Zhou Pushen allowed him to move, and the m1911 he had given to Cen Lu was pinned to his thin waist. Inside the military vest were lined up with daggers, short sticks, and even a delicate stun gun. According to Dr. Wu Well, it is impossible for him to use the powerful m9 in the narrow tunnel, but a cold weapon is more practical.

Cen Lu stared at the sharp dagger, and suddenly realized that his father's move was probably on purpose.

The longer the beasts fight each other, the longer the brutal game can be watched.

Cen Lu was a little angry, but he was helpless.It suddenly occurred to him that since he participated in this competition, he had never thought about the possibility of Zhou Pushen's death, or in other words, he had always resisted thinking about this problem.

But now his mind is not completely under control.

In the past, the relationship between them was a tacit admiration, but now that they have talked about it, after lingering day by day, they are lovers who decide to stay together for a lifetime, at least, Cen Lu thinks so.

So the fact that Zhou Pushen might die, just the possibility that popped into his head made Cen Lu tremble.

Zhou Pushen put on the Dom marked black, looked at Cen Lu who was still silent, and patted his head: "I'm leaving."

Cen Lu was still holding onto his hand stubbornly, refusing to let go, and the other hand hung down, grabbing another supporting instrument.

He was extremely uneasy, the feeling of cruising in the air made him feel at a loss as to what to do.

A certain premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He seemed to feel that it would be difficult to see Zhou Pushen once he left.

"Brother," Zhou Pu was keenly aware of Cen Lu's abnormality: "What's wrong with you."

The camera in the lounge rotated the lens following the movements of the two, following each other like ghosts.

Cen Lu glanced at the camera, and suddenly pressed Zhou Pushen against the blind spot of the camera. Zhou Pushen was unprepared, and the back of his head hit the decorative wall, and Cen Lu grabbed it with his hands.

Cen Lu's hands were fixed on his ears, and his breath was almost sprayed on Zhou Pushen's face. He glanced at him, and suddenly found that only this person was the good medicine that could solve all his anxiety.

No, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was his poison.

Cen Lu has never used phantom before, and he doesn't know how crazy he will be after using it, but now he feels that Zhou Pushen is his addiction, the more obsessed he is, the more he desires, and the more he desires, the more he cannot extricate himself.

He opened his mouth without any hesitation, and bit Zhou Pushen's lips fiercely as if he wanted to confirm something. Zhou Pu was in pain, and his long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, but he did not refuse him.

The salty smell between the two mouths slowly spread on the tip of their tongues, but it still couldn't stop the lovers eagerly occupying every inch of each other's territory. Zhou Pu's face was full of pain, and he let Cen Lu pry his teeth open, as if to He gnawed like he was eating, he stretched out his hand to pinch Cen Lu's slender waist, and pulled him deeper and tighter into his arms.

This desperate kiss lasted as long as a century, and finally Cen Lu let him go first.While panting, he stared at the small cut on Zhou Pu's deep lower lip, the blood that came out had been sucked away by himself at some point.

He stared at Zhou Pushen's eyes, the light gray eyes were mixed with love and pain, he took a deep breath, as if saying the next sentence would drain the oxygen in his whole body: "Xiaoshen... I Don't ask you... I believe you."

Zhou Pushen didn't dare to ask carefully, he knew that Cen Lu was not talking about the upcoming game, he trembled his lips, his tongue was filled with thousands of words but he couldn't say a word, he could only look directly into Cen Lu's eyes, black eyes It was full of sadness.

What should come, can't be stopped.

It's not your own, no matter how extravagant it is, it's futile.

Zhou Pushen closed his eyes, after several days of torment finally forced him to make a decision.

Why bother, if you persist, it will only make both parties more painful.

Cen Lu was stung by his eyes, and the hand that was holding Zhou Pushen's shoulder loosened, but when he was about to take it back, someone grabbed it.

Zhou Pu kissed his hand deeply, Cen Lu could only see his hairy nape facing him, he loosened his waist, knelt down slowly to the ground with one knee, and put the other hand on his chest.

Just like he did to him when they first met.

Cen Lu was a little at a loss, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm: "Get up... what are you doing..."

But his movements were weak and weak, and he couldn't move Zhou Pushen who had made up his mind.

"Brother... Before the last time we parted, you told me that you wanted to see me salute you." Zhou Pushen raised his head, and his expression had calmed down for some time, even a little nostalgic.

But the look in those black eyes was desperate and empty, as if he had made up his mind to give up his last ray of light to others.

Cen Lu was dumbfounded.

Zhou Pushen seemed to have finally let go of his last worry. He knelt on the ground on one knee, pulled Cen Lu's hand closer to his chest with one hand, and covered the delicate skin of that hand with the other.

He looked up at him, devout eyes as if looking at his whole world.

He said, "Brother, I promise you that when I get back from the game... I will tell you everything I know."

"I don't want to make things difficult for you."

I just want to tell you that no matter the past or the past, whether you remember it or not, this heart, this tone, without you is meaningless.

Cen Lu looked at Zhou Pushen's eyes that had lost their light, almost heartbroken. He wanted to say something more, but he saw the other party get up quickly, and a person in black uniform pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing the ambiguous posture of the two of them, The woman's expression did not change: "Mr. Zhou, please prepare to enter."

Cen Lu let go of Zhou Pushen's hand in a slump, stood aside, his chest heaved twice, and turned his back.

Zhou Pu sorted out the embarrassment all over his body, took a deep look at Cen Lu's back, and said to him softly, no matter who was present:

"I promise."

Cen Lu still didn't look back, but his shoulders rose and fell: "I'll wait."

The door closed behind him, taking away the last ray of light around him, and everything returned to solitude.

Cen Lu seemed to have been drained of his last breath of strength, and hung his head weakly.His head hurt badly, and he remembered the nosebleed that he couldn't help that day, and he felt unspeakable remorse.

Several times later, he insisted on using various reasons to evade it. He didn't know whether Zhou Pushen had noticed it with his carefulness, or he had noticed it but didn't say it.

Cen Lu thought, why should he accuse Zhou Pushen, he also has something to hide from the other party, but he willfully asks the other party to know everything.

Cen Lu hugged his head in frustration, and the camera closely followed his movements, capturing everything in his eyes.

When Zhou Pushen opened his eyes again, his vision was filled with darkness.There was silence all around, and he carefully placed one hand on the blade and groped around with the other.

The Martin boots moved forward slightly, Zhou Pushen's hand touched the rough wall, the space was very stuffy, the man could tell that this was underground, and the oxygen supply was very insufficient.

It seems that Dr. Wu, who was smiling but not smiling, was not lying.

After confirming that there was no one around, Zhou Pushen turned around slowly and silently on the spot, stroking his fingers between the two walls less than two meters wide, measuring the distance, and there was the sound of water droplets not far away.

One drop, two drops, the sound of dripping on the porcelain surface.

At this time, Cen Lu's voice came from the earphone: "Xiao Shen, can you hear me?"

Zhou Pushen tapped twice in response.

Cen Lu immediately realized that the darkness was accompanied by silence. If he made a sound, it would probably attract the sharp teeth of predators. He instructed softly: "Go 300 meters ahead, and the map indicates that this underground arena is One-way passage, don't worry about getting lost."

While talking, he glanced at Lu Jingsong, who was sitting across from him, who was at ease. Even in the closed monitoring room, he was still lighting a cigarette, with the white Dom on his forehead, looking familiar.

Cen Lu couldn't see the opponent's monitor, so he had no way of knowing what his "beast" looked like.Although they have the advantage of mastering the venue information, who Lu Jingsong's "beast" is is always a mystery.

For the current Cen Lu, any unknown factor may become the fuse for his misjudgment, so he endured the headache and redoubled his concentration.

He said softly: "Xiao Shen, let's go find a pair of night vision goggles." The map he had just glanced at was imprinted in his mind like an imprint, "The weapons are stored in the first room in the tunnel. 500 meters in front of you and on the right."

Doctor Wu once said that there is a room full of surprises here, and Cen Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what kind of "surprise" it was.

After all, from the perspective of the "father" who enjoys watching killing games, it is really hard to predict.

Zhou Pushen's speed was very fast. He quickly touched the wooden door along the wall. Because the underground space was small, he could not use tear gas bombs to test whether there was anyone inside. The door was opened at the base of the wall and moved in cautiously.

When Zhou Pushen opened the door, he found that it was not as dark as in the tunnel. There was a small dormer window on the roof of the room, and the moonlight came in from the window, illuminating the furnishings in the house.

Fortunately, Lu Jingsong's "beast" doesn't seem to have touched this area yet.

An iron frame bed was placed against the wall, and worn and yellowed quilts were piled on it.On the right is a mottled sink. The faucet is not tightened, and water drops are dripping into the sink little by little, making soft noises.There is a toilet in front of the washbasin, and the curtain used to hide it is half drawn.

Zhou Pu looked around deeply, frowning in the darkness.

The furnishings here clearly indicate that this is a single prison, and...it seems...

Zhou Pushen was both angry and puzzled in his heart. The angry one was that someone peeped into the secret of his heart, and the one puzzled was the origin of Sai Fang.

To find the seriously injured Black Eagle, to subdue the rebellious Lu Jingsong, to have huge and luxurious facilities...to operate the black market...

Cen Lu sensed the ups and downs of the other party's emotions through Dom, and he asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

The skylight was opened directly above the bed, as if deliberately to give some comfort to those imprisoned here.Moonlight slanted from the window, illuminating the writing desk at the head of the bed, which was out of place with the whole room.

Even at this time, Zhou Pushen still felt warm when he saw the familiar decoration.

Cen Lu's line of sight seemed to be affected by some kind of warm emotion. From the moment Zhou Pushen entered this room, he felt a nerve in his head beating all the time, but now the memory in Zhou Pushen's mind is unobstructed The transmission came over, somewhat ironing out his uneasiness.

Cen Lu saw a young man with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, wearing a dirty military uniform, listening carefully with his head resting on the railing.

"So-so-say-" An impatient voice came from behind the railing, and another boy's voice made Cen Lu feel very familiar: "If the upper and lower semicolons tend to infinity, you can use L'Hopital's law to obtain The derivative of the two...do you understand?"

There was a hint of shame on the young man's pretty face. His curved petal-like lips were slightly lowered, and his two big eyes begged the person in the railing pitifully: "Brother, can you tell me again?"

The author says:

This relationship change made me feel extremely painful... Fortunately, the following is an action scene (whisper bb