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According to Mr. Hehui's memory, Balalaika participated in the Afghan War and was a small captain of the Soviet Red Army Special Forces. Later, she brought her team members to join the Moscow Hotel.

Obviously shed blood and sweat for the country, but Balalaika was expelled from the army after the war.

The reason is——

During the war, she helped the boy scouts in Afghanistan many times.

She was still very young at this time, but the smoke of guns and the sand and dust of the battlefield had vicissitudes on her face.

When Balalaika woke up, she found herself lying on her back in the sand, and because her ears were close to the ground, she could hear footsteps in the distance.The war continues.

Pain from the wound made her wake up instantly.

...alive.

Hit by a stray bullet, she thought she would die there.

There was sticky dampness and the smell of alcohol, and the wound was wiped with alcohol to disinfect it.

Turning her eyes, she saw two men beside her.

Two doctors wearing "Red Cross" bags and white coats.

"Are you awake, Miss...?" The blond man squatted down speaking Russian.

Balalaika understood his surprise. There were very few women in the army, especially those on the front lines.

Many healers would spontaneously come to the battlefield to treat wounded soldiers of the belligerent side regardless of enemy or friend.

For these field doctors who are helping, they only need one sentence:

"...Thank you, doctor."

Her voice was dry and hoarse, and the balalaika's voice was soft, but she was sure the doctor heard it.

Bai Lan looked at the earth-shattering doctor-patient (?) relationship from the side, and smiled without saying a word.

To steal medicine from other medical teams to treat this young lady, what was He Hui thinking?

"You have lost a lot of blood, and the wound area is very large. It will not heal for a while. It is recommended to retreat to the rear to recuperate."

Throat hurt like a knife cut, and Balalaika, who was speechless, nodded her head slightly.

"We passed by a stronghold of the Russian...Soviet army not long ago, and we can send you there." Facing He Huijun's first instructor, Hong Xiang was very calm.

Balalaika hesitated.

Doctors in the field generally don't ask for information from the army, so they bring him back to the stronghold...

Hong Xiang could see what Balalaika was thinking at a glance, "Don't worry, we won't go in, we just sent you there."

He joked in an incongruous tone, "As an Italian gentleman, I can't bear to leave a lady here."

The woman agreed.

Hong Xiang gave Bai Lan the burden created by the illusion, and he carried the balalaika on his back, trying to keep her left half of her body close to him, so as not to squeeze the wound on the right half of her body.

"My name is Hehui, and it's katsuki, a Japanese name."

Balalaika frowned, thinking about what the field doctor meant.But no matter what, she would never tell an outsider about her army number and name.

Sensing the woman's resistance, Hongxiang continued: "It was the boy scouts in Afghanistan who asked us to save you."

Her figure was slightly taken aback.

...the children.

"In January 1993, there was snow everywhere in the Soviet Union." The blond man turned his head, and his green eyes in the dark met Balalaika's eyes.

What are you talking about? 1993... all six years later.

Because her body was seriously injured and she had no strength, her dark blue eyes gradually lost focus.

Before she fell into a coma, Balalaika heard a light reminder, which was different from the furious dust storm on the battlefield, like the autumn breeze of the motherland, cold and nostalgic.

"You saved me then... thank you, Captain."

After confirming that this is the past and not the so-called parallel world, Hong Xiang let himself go and was no longer cautious.

Anyway, labor and capital are strong!

A golden retriever and a white retriever who smuggled into Thailand are walking on the streets of Roanna Pura.

The more time went by, the more chaotic this place became. People on the street showed their guns and daggers openly, and Bai Lan had a headache when he heard slang.

"Hehui, where are the marshmallows here?"

"Isn't it said that you can buy everything here? Go over there and ask if you can buy cotton candy." Hong Xiangsui pointed to a bar.

Most of the bars here are equivalent to intelligence bureaus. The bartenders and owners are all information dealers. They know everything about this area.

"...I'm not five years old."

Hong Xiang, who was walking ahead, didn't stop.

Heh, He Huijun didn't believe it when he was three years old!

Roanapura has poor security, poor management, and poor construction.

In seven or eight years, it is impossible to make much change in a seaside city. Everything here is not much different from the "mercenary paradise" in Mr. Hehui's memory.

The wallets of several people were taken by the way, and the funds were sufficient.

The two of them didn't know that their destination was Roanapura, but they were eager to leave the battlefield, so they took a car or a boat, only to find out that it was Roanapura when they arrived at the station.

But it’s not surprising that the Afghan side’s weapon manufacturing is definitely not as good as that of the Soviet Union, and they don’t have the money to buy it from formal arms companies, so they can only buy it from gangsters at a low price.

When he was about to drum the wallet for the tenth time, Hong Xiang paused, "I've changed."

Bai Lan:? ? ?

"I'm not the righteous me I used to be." With just one sentence, I got my tenth wallet.

The corner of Bai Lan's mouth twitched, and she patted Hong Xiang on the shoulder, "Now we have all become what we once hated."

"..."

The blond youth skillfully took out the money, burned the wallet, and put the currency into his pocket.

Bai Lan glanced at it and roughly estimated the amount.

It's a big fat sheep!

but……

"Does this catch your eye?"

The third wallet and the fifth wallet were returned to their original owners. The sharp-eyed Bai Lan saw a group photo in the third wallet and a note in the fifth wallet.

Before the specific handwriting had time to read, it was collected by Hong Xiang.

"Ah."

There is no unified currency system in Roanapura, and the money stolen by Hongxiang is the currency of other countries, and it needs to be exchanged into a unified currency.

But of course the exchange cannot be exchanged locally. It would be bad if the currency is recognized by the other party. Moreover, Roanapura is too messy, and Hong Xiang doesn't like it here.

"Bai Lan, is there anywhere you want to go?"

The white-haired youth who was shaking his head stopped, "He Hui, this is not the first time you have encountered such a thing."

"Your performance is too calm."

Hong Xiang didn't deny it, "Since you can't tell the reason, it's up to me to decide. Next, we will go to Singapore."

Bai Lan: "...you ignored what I just said, right?"

Received the blond young man's stare, Bai Lan surrendered and said, "Then He Hui, why are we going to Singapore?"

"This is the guidance of fate." Hong Xiang looked serious.

Bai Lan: "..."

Bai Lan: "Please find a better reason." He didn't give up the lovely Xiaozheng to be with Hehui just to listen to Mr. Hehui's nonsense.

These days, no one believes the truth.

Hong Xiang was secretly depressed for a while, and said casually: "Thailand, Singapore, and finally Indonesia."

"Is there any connection between these three places?"

"That's where I'll meet the... person of my destiny, my gut tells me so."

"No, intuition is the most useless thing." This involves psychological phenomena, Bai Lan is sure.

"Oh." So Hongxiang changed his words, "That's super intuitive."

Bai Lan: "..."

In December 1987, Southeast Asia was not cold.

I went to another city to exchange currency, and the two black households chartered a yacht, and they were a handsome rich second generation.

"This is the sea."

On the deck, the salty sea breeze blows.

"Huh?" Bai Lan, who finally gnawed on the marshmallow, was also in a good mood.

"The place where I picked up the things that fell from the sky." The blond young man said firmly.

"..." That's enough, He Hui, let's be normal.

From Thailand to Singapore, you only need to pass through the Gulf of Thailand, but Hongxiang requires the boatman to sail around the South China Sea.

Bai Lanhua, who has not set foot on land for many days, is a little wilted, her hair is drooping, and she is cosplaying mushrooms at the bow.

Hong Xiang ignored the long-haired Bai Lan, and sat on the side of the boat, staring at the white waves of the sea.

"Hehui~Today is Christmas~" Bai Lanhua floated a sentence.

"Oh, happy."

Bai Lan: "..." It's so perfunctory.

The sound of riding the waves reached Hongxiang's ears.

Something is approaching.

—from the bottom of the sea.

With a splash, she broke out of the water.

Hong Xiang looked down and saw a beautiful girl emerging from the sea.

It's a siren.

The shaped face and body are in perfect proportions, and the lips of the angel in the water are slightly parted:

"Imprinting, let's go."

So it turned out that he and Siren met at this time...

However, the first impression of Hongxiang was very deep, so:

"We finally meet, Miss Dugong."

It's really like using the same adjective as shi (t) for a beautiful girl like a flower.

…………

Continuing to fool Bai Lan in the past, Hong Xiang dangled the invisible chain in his hand and thought about life.

Although I don't know which dimensional crack it came out of, but the artificial angel... Icarus, the queen of the sky, can destroy a country with one move, and the current siren is obviously factory reset, and the memory is estimated to be completely clean. What if he is used by Mr. Hehui to do bad things.

The essence of an artificial angel is a machine that obeys its master, so... just give orders.

Ah...then let the Sirens not contact Hehui-kun yet, wait for him to come...until July 2008, 7 and then contact [me].

What a little genius he is.

Well, let the Siren go to the world to see more and experience the humanities of various countries.

Icarus can have feelings, Iron Man's Lao Jia finally has feelings, and Siren can too.

They are not just a bunch of data.

Before he knew it, it was already evening, and Hong Xiang's thinking was interrupted because of an unexpected incident.

Holding the binoculars, the captain came to Hong Xiang, "There is a lifeboat ahead, it seems to be a sunken ship."

After the big ship sank, the remaining people got on the lifeboats and escaped. However, due to the inaccuracy of the radar and the influence of the sea surface environment, it was difficult for the lifeboats that sent out distress signals in the open sea to get timely rescue.

The captain needed a telescope to see the lifeboat clearly, but Hong Xiang could see the number of people on the lifeboat clearly when he concentrated his attention.

one two Three……

six people.

The sea at night is very dangerous.

The blond young man looked at the size of his boat, and said casually, "Then let them have a go."

The people in the lifeboat also spotted the approaching yacht. Two figures stood up and waved their arms, and there was a "Hello—Hello——" mixed with the sea breeze.

As the distance approached a little, Hong Xiang, who could clearly see who the figure was, fell silent.

Damn, Egypt is playing a DIO team...

Prynne is not stupid, seeing Jotaro Kujo will definitely think of Professor Kujo who memorized his name not long ago.

So Hong Xiang said to Bai Lan: "Don't call me by my name from now on, we can't reveal our real name."

Bai Lan, who was taken into half a house by Hong Xiang: "Because the hidden treasure will be seen through?"

The blond youth nodded, "That's it."

If you can't use your real name, you have to use a pseudonym, and Hong Xiang immediately thought of Bailan's pseudonym.

"Whether that generation refers to Fran Lapland Zilan Lancao Lancome or Maori Xiaowulan, you are the only Lanlan."

Bai Lan: "..."