The Ultimate Blue Seal

Hu Bugui looks like a black-faced Bao Qingtian, who always maintains a nervous state, but in fact he is a very gentle person. Even if he is wronged, he will take into account the feelings of the other person-especially when he is in bed. The patience index is simply horrible.

Su Qing caught Hu Bugui’s neck with a bite. Hu Bugui snorted. In the darkness, Su Qing gave a light smile, licked the tooth marks he bit out, and followed Hu Bugui. Gui's waistline was touched, and while the fire was on, he asked in a low voice, "Hey, can you do it, what are you grinding?"

Hu Bugui gritted his teeth and slapped him: "Asshole, what should I do if I hurt you?"

Su Qingcai ignored it, and instead tried to tease as best he could, trying to burn Hu Bugui's sanity, and not crying too much.

Hu Bugui was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itchy, and finally pressed his two salty pork paws on the pillow, and turned off the light with his hand.

Su Qing broke his personal record again when he woke up the next day.

It wasn't until Hu Bugui got up lightly and put on his clothes that he was alarmed. Su Qing opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the corners of Hu Bugui's shirt in a daze. Hu Bugui noticed that his cheeks were slightly red and worried. He had a fever, so he put his hand on his forehead and tried it, and then covered his face with his palm, against his warm skin: "Do you feel sick today?"

Su Qing was stunned for a long time before shook her head unresponsively, her voice a little hoarse: "It's okay."

"Lie down for a while." Hu Bugui said, and for a moment, he added, "Don't be too crazy in the future, or...cherish yourself more."

Su Qingmuran looked at him for a while, stretched out his hand from the quilt, pulled off the pillow he had lay on, and covered his face and wailed: "Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu..."

Hu Bugui showed a little helplessness on his face, he pulled up the quilt that he had been rolling up and down, and patted him through the quilt: "It's nothing today. Just make up a summary meeting after noon. Sleep for a while, I'll bring something up, and you can eat when you wake up."

Su Qing said, "Father Hu."

Then he bounced off the bed neatly, picked up the clothes that Hu Bugui had folded and put them there from the head of the bed, and put them on: "I won't sleep anymore, I also asked Qin Luo for special training. "

When he jumped out of the bed, he paused, his posture was a bit awkward, he frowned, opened the hem of his shirt and glanced at it. He found that the night before, there was a black light, and the side of his waist was pinched by Hu Bugui. Especially obvious fingerprints. Hu Bugui caught a glimpse, and immediately became nervous: "Come over and have a look-I did it?"

Su Qing raised his arm and let him rub the green spot with his fingers carefully, and said with a smirk: "I didn't pinch it myself anyway..."

His voice stopped here, and there was a cold war. Hu Bugui lowered his head and gently licked the skin of his black finger prints, without any **** meaning, as if carefully touching a darling baby of. Su Qing, who was not ashamed and embarrassed just now, suddenly became awkward, couldn't help but hide behind him, and whispered, "It doesn't hurt."

Then he turned his head slightly, fled to the bathroom to wash hastily, said hello, and ran away.

He doesn’t care who he’s going to bed with or what position he’s in. His face is thicker than a city wall. He doesn’t see blood even if he goes down with an awl. He is only not used to others being kind to him. Too much sunshine and too much love, he is not used to it.

Of course, compared with Qin Luo's special training, the few handprints that Hu Bugui was excited to pinch on his waist are not a big deal. The venue application was a report from Su Qing directly to General Xiong. Hu was not busy. Listening to the report from the Technical Department, I didn't have time to talk about the content of the training. When I didn't see Su Qing at dinner, I learned that a very violent and discordant bloodshed had occurred.

He hurried to the medical clinic and saw Su Qing naked to the upper body, with a bunch of bandages tied from shoulder to lower abdomen. Lu Qingbai was cursing and picking out a bullet embedded in his muscles.

Su Qing's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. He listened to Dr. Lu without repeated curses. Despite the pain and cold sweat, he held a cigarette in his other hand and sprayed clouds in a leisurely manner. When the door of the medical clinic was kicked open by Hu Bugui, Su Qing subconsciously ran the cigarette **** into the tray that Xue Xiaolu was dragging on the side, and then slapped Doctor Lu on his head: "Where are you throwing?! "

Xue Xiaolu glanced at Hu Bugui, rolled her eyes, and turned her gaze on some of the less obvious marks on Su Qing's body, and then turned her eyes away as if she hadn't seen anything, gentlemen and ladies. , Watching the corner of the medical clinic straight up.

Lu Qingbai wrapped up the last wound, and asked Hu Bugui, who was about to be cannibalized, to take their goods back. Uncle Su was scolded that night, during which he tried to seduce him, but under General Hu's strong self-control, he failed.

Su Qing, suffering from mental torture, hugged Garfield's pillow, and was stunned by the training. In his heart, he felt that Boss Hu was really a mighty person who could not bend, rich and could not be lewd.

So the next day's "special training" companions were replaced, and in a month after that, Su Qing really never appeared in the medical clinic.

Also in this month, there were 17 explosions planned by the Blue Seal base in other parts of the world, and 10 explosions were successfully isolated by technicians from other countries. The remaining explosions that were not protected in time were at least caused The direct and indirect deaths of thousands of people.

Every morning as soon as the news broadcast is turned on, there is almost nothing else except explosions. The message to the public is that the several large-scale bombings that have occurred in succession around the world are planned by a mysterious terrorist organization, and there is no one yet. Come out and take responsibility. Overnight, I don’t know how many media’s front-page headlines have red captions that read: "The political proposition of new terrorism", "How far is the third world war from us", "Whether mankind has entered the new era of anti-terrorism", "Technological terrorism" produce".

General Xiong was so busy that as soon as he entered his office, he had to be somersaulted by the smoke inside.

The governments of various countries jointly issued a statement, vowing to carry out the anti-terrorism battle to the end. I don’t know if it was a coincidence. Just after the joint statement was issued, one after another explosion suddenly disappeared.

The public opinion began to discuss fiercely. The unknown fear and the temporary calm that concealed something seemed to be more terrifying than the explosion. Rumors spread. Food panic buying started all over the world, and bank runs even appeared in some areas.

On this day, General Xiong came to Cheng Weizhi's room alone, and opened the door with a spare key from nowhere.

Cheng Ge was still immersed in his own world, unaffected by the current situation. Cheng Weizhi was watching TV with a solemn expression. When he raised his head, he saw General Xiong. He was taken aback, but he didn't have many unexpected expressions. Did not stand up.

General Xiong walked over by himself, sat next to him, leaned back against the sofa cushion, and let out a long sigh.

Cheng Weizhi whispered: "How are things now?"

General Xiong shook his head: "It was you who brought the magic box to the world. Now the plague and disaster have finally broken out. Are you still asking me?"

Cheng Weizhi lowered his head and said nothing.

General Xiong looked at Cheng Ge's profile and felt that this old man who hadn't spoken for many years was also very bitter. Seeing his son and his life over the years, he knew that he had been retributed.

General Xiong said: "Professor Cheng, when the Utopia Project just started and I was sent to do security work, I couldn't understand what you guys think-of course, I have a mediocre education level, not as good as you. Those who have university questions, but you develop medicine, see how to treat diseases and save people, research new varieties of crops, so that the big guys can eat better, or do some practical techniques to make people’s lives more convenient? What's the point of doing this for you? In the future, people will be able to jump three feet tall, what good will it do for ordinary life? At that time, I thought that this plan would be stopped by the state sooner or later, and then it turned out, oh!"

Cheng Weizhi shook his head: "You don't understand."

"I don't understand." General Xiong lit a cigarette. "I don't understand what you plan in your life. Isn't Zheng Qinghua crazy?"

A group of "experts" on TV were talking about the explosion. Cheng Weizhi was silent for a while and asked, "This is not important anymore. What is important is what should I do now?"

General Xiong sighed: "Dr. Zheng, we all understand that he is a scientific lunatic. He can be mad for research, I believe, but I don’t believe that he can make such a big move. He supports utopia behind his back. The person or organization that plans to operate is really terrifying."

Cheng Weizhi raised his head to look at him.

General Xiong stared at the TV screen in a daze. After a while, he whispered: "I feel bad. There is no reason for the explosion to stop suddenly. I can only think of an explanation, that is, something truly terrible is about to happen. Up."

He was a verse.

Just a few days after the explosion stopped, a strange infectious disease began to spread near the city of Z in China where the explosion occurred first. After a few days in a trance, the first patient suddenly fainted on the side of the road and was sent to him. hospital. A few days later, his reaction became slower and slower and his waking time became shorter and shorter, and then suddenly he "sleeped". The hospital was like a big enemy, but there was no way to find out what was wrong with the patient. One week after being sent to the hospital, the patient no longer had time to wake up, his brain activity became weaker and weaker, and his body organs began to fail. , Eighteen days later, he died "in his sleep".

At the beginning, a series of people were sent to the hospital in Z city. In just half a month, there have been more than 20 cases of suspected cases. No drug has been proven to directly affect this disease, and the mortality rate is close to 100%. The most frightening thing is that the medical profession has not been able to find out the transmission route and pathogenesis of this disease.

At this time, the same situation began to erupt all over the world. In just ten days, the number of suspected patients had risen to triple digits.

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