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“Sure, if it’s just kissing…” Cheng Yuqiu pursed her lips and whispered, then immediately added:
"But you have to keep me in your heart!"
“Ah…” Nie Qingyun was a little troubled by this.
Kissing is such an intimate interaction; it's really hard to be completely focused on another person during the process...
But the young lady's request was already a huge concession, and Nie Qingyun didn't want to lie about such a small matter.
At the very least, one must be able to truly have a clear conscience.
So how do you manage to think of the young lady while passionately kissing your senior?
Nie Qingyun fell into deep thought. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Cheng Yuqiu with clear eyes.
"I have an idea!"
"Your Highness, come here first and lift up your bodice."
Chapter 220: The Uninvited Guest at Linjiang Terrace
Although Linjiangtai is a large-scale education industry park built on an artificial island, it is still a city in essence, so like the internal transportation structure of most cities, it adopts a ring design.
However, since most of the students here come from prestigious families, a semi-closed management system is adopted for safety and other considerations.
Apart from public officials, permanent residents, and those in the special transportation industry, everyone else who wants to come here must go through special review procedures.
As a result, external traffic has been subject to certain restrictions. Whether entering or leaving this artificial island, the most convenient way is to take the "Castel" Bridge that connects Linjiangtai with the mainland.
However, this seven-kilometer-long cross-sea bridge is now completely blocked.
Various types of civilian and commercial vehicles are piled up together, stretching from the checkpoint at Linjiangtai all the way inland, with no end in sight.
Those who were trapped there were no exceptions. By now, they had become mindless shells, wandering aimlessly in the middle of the Castel Bridge, filling every crevice of the exit.
Moreover, this situation is not limited to this; from outside the Fourth Ring Road, almost all the roads connecting to this bridge are paralyzed.
This not only dashed the hopes of the survivors who wanted to leave Linjiangtai, but also caused considerable trouble for those who wanted to come in from the outside.
In an abandoned construction site, several military tents erected amidst the defensive fortifications stand out starkly against the surrounding dilapidated landscape.
Inside the tent, seven or eight men wearing dark green tactical vests were gathered around a table.
On the table was a map of Linjiangtai, and on top of the map were piles of various types of guns and bullets.
Michelle skillfully loaded bullets into the magazine, but her face showed a thoughtful expression, as if she had encountered a tricky situation.
He had very typical Western features: deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face covered with a thick, golden beard that had clearly not been groomed in a long time. But the beard did not make him look rugged; on the contrary, it gave him a very calm and reliable appearance.
This is not without reason; even within the entire PMC system, he can be considered one of the most senior members.
He first served on the front lines of the Alliance for eleven years, and then has been active in the cities surrounding Linjiangtai as a private military contractor ever since.
Perhaps for someone like him who has spent half his life amidst the smoke of war, the world of the past is no different from the world of the present.
Most of the others in the tent were the same.
People who have experienced modern warfare, even if they manage to escape unscathed from the battlefield, are often unable to reintegrate into their original societies.
This is almost an unspoken rule in the industry.
Even with long-term psychological counseling and medication, which can suppress various stress syndromes, it is impossible to cure those numb nerves.
Returning to normal society, they would only drift aimlessly through life like zombies.
Only the stinging sound of bullets whizzing past their ears and the thrill of life-or-death moments could bring them back to the feeling of being alive.
Perhaps in most people's eyes, mercenaries live a life of danger for money, but in reality, they have long been unable to extricate themselves from this industry.
If there's any industry that can still function normally in the apocalypse, it's probably PMC.
No matter how the world changes, for them it's still the same business of taking money to solve problems for others, only the currency they receive has changed from stacks of banknotes to those shiny stones.
A moment later, Michelle inserted the fully loaded magazine back into the rifle, then expertly pulled the bolt back, checked the scope and safety, then pushed them behind her. She then picked up a Glock pistol from the table, and while loading it, frowned and said to the person beside her:
"Go and call the intelligence department over."
Upon hearing this, the man next to him put the half-assembled gun back on the table and walked out of the tent without saying a word.
Not long after, a person wearing a black gas mask walked in.
Michelle slightly raised her eyes, but did not stop what she was doing:
"Have you found the route to the central area of Linjiangtai?"
The man wearing a black mask shook his head, then reached out and removed the mask, revealing half of his face, a狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) mask that had been burned and healed by flames. He responded calmly:
"No, at least not from the ground."
"All roads are blocked, our vehicles can't get through."
"My suggestion is to abandon vehicles and only bring basic equipment, then proceed through the buildings..."
"No," the man was interrupted decisively before he could finish speaking. Michelle holstered her pistol back in her waistband, her voice low and menacing.
"If we abandon our vehicles, the supplies we can carry will be quite limited."
"The scale of the conflict cannot be confirmed at the moment, and we don't have that many [Primal Crystals] to waste on it."
"I have some good news to share."
The man with the burn scar shrugged, then took a photo from his tactical vest and handed it to her.
"The good news is that 'VIP's' location has been confirmed. He is currently trapped in the comprehensive teaching area located in the center of Linjiangtai."
"There seems to be a sizable group of survivors nearby, but the exact number is unknown."
"However, what is certain is that a considerable number of these survivors have activated the [Data System], and a few even possess skills."
"Therefore, I speculate that someone is leading them, and conservatively speaking, they have had contact with at least one [supply center]."
Michelle reached out and took the photo, then glanced down at it.
It seems that the photos were somewhat distorted after being continuously enlarged, likely due to the distance from which they were taken and the limited shooting equipment.
But you can still vaguely make out a girl with golden pigtails wearing a dress from above.
Michelle noticed something unusual in the footage almost instantly.
This girl's attire was far too unique compared to everyone else's.
Or rather, it's just too clean.
This indicates that she is not currently in an environment where she is not threatened by too many zombies.
Someone was protecting this young lady, Michelle immediately concluded, then looked at the man in front of her again:
"Is the news accurate?"
"The message was sent by our 'sleeper agents' we had previously planted at Linjiang Station. They used an encrypted channel, and their identities have been verified, so it shouldn't be wrong."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look up and ask:
"It's just a student being held hostage. Should I have them take action first and get the person under control?"
Upon hearing this, Michelle suddenly frowned, then changed the subject:
How long have you been doing this?
The masked man was taken aback, and replied:
"Half a year."
“You should be glad that your first mission in the last six months is with my team,” Michelle suddenly stopped what she was doing, pulled over a chair and sat down.
"Listen to the recruits."
"In our line of work, there are some basic rules that must be followed."
"First of all, mercenaries will only do things if they get paid."
"From this, we can derive a second rule."
"We'll do as much as you pay us."
"Also, this matter is not as simple as you think."
"Alright, now go and call the 'liaison officer' sent by the financier."
"The Director of Security's daughter... the previous offer wasn't enough to make us risk our lives."
As she spoke, Michelle's gaze fell on the photograph again.
However, at that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the tent.
Chapter 221: Crisis Codename: Black Trigger
Michelle lifted the tent flap, and before she could even light her freshly trimmed cigar, she saw a figure fly out of the next tent and crash heavily to the ground.
He frowned subconsciously and turned his head slightly to the side to ask about the situation. The next second, a huge figure rushed out of the military tent again.
From his appearance, he was a burly man over two meters tall, completely covered in a dark black cloak with a hood over his head, obscuring his face.
However, the tremors caused by the opponent's every move are enough to make one feel a sense of oppression.
"boom!"
The cloaked, burly man leaped more than ten meters through the air before crashing heavily into the middle of the camp. He then bent down and picked up the man who had been thrown backwards.
The enormous hand, clad in a black, reflective leather glove, almost completely covered the other person's head.
The man was hanging in the air by his head, like a dead fish.
A moment later, with a soft "crack," the man's head was crushed, and brain matter mixed with blood splattered everywhere.
Even Michelle, who was used to all kinds of cruel scenes, couldn't help but be moved by this scene, but before he could react, the tent was opened again.
A woman who looked to be around thirty years old rushed out from inside, carrying a child in her arms, but she tripped and fell to the ground after only running a few meters.
Although she subconsciously turned around and let her back touch the ground first, the child in her arms was still frightened and immediately began to cry loudly.
The woman should have comforted the child immediately, but when she saw the headless corpse lying in a pool of blood not far away, she froze on the spot.
It was obvious that she identified the man from the body's clothing.
His face turned deathly pale and filled with despair.
Not long after, two more men came out of the tent next door.
The leader was a young man with dark green hair, wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone at the collar.
He wore striped gray trousers and brogue shoes that gleamed in the sunlight.
He had fair skin and was quite handsome, but he had a strange smile on his face, which always gave people a feeling of being very violent.
At that moment, with his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely toward the pool of blood not far away.
Following behind was a man in a suit who was about the same age but had an ordinary appearance.
The woman holding the child trembled.
Instead of continuing to run away, she turned around, knelt on the ground, and banged her head heavily on the ground, begging for mercy in a pitiful voice.
"Please!"
"Please!"
Please let us go!
Upon seeing this, Michelle subconsciously narrowed her eyes.
The man in the white shirt was the "liaison officer" sent by the client. During the handover of the mission, he remembered the other party's name - Kira Sukeno.
Including the large man completely shrouded in a cloak, according to the sponsor, these three, although nominally "liaison officers," were actually sent to assist in the battle.
Michel was initially very resistant to this. It wasn't that he minded the client sending people to interfere with the mission, but rather that he, being a capable man, didn't like having half-baked people in his team.
To put it simply, having one more incompetent teammate on the battlefield is far more dangerous than having one more enemy.
This conclusion was reached because Michelle had asked the three men a few simple questions at the beginning.
The three opponents had no military service experience, had never been on the battlefield, and had very limited knowledge of firearms, let alone the systematic military coordination required in modern urban warfare.
The most outrageous one was a man named Kira Sukeno, who was a salesman in a small or medium-sized enterprise just two weeks before the apocalypse.
According to Michel's original plan, he intended to settle the three people on the outskirts of Linjiangtai and then take them with him to evacuate after the mission was completed, which would also meet the requirements of the client.
Until he witnessed the sea freeze over.