Cold Star Blade

People from the forensics department came to take away the parts that will be important evidence. When they were about to move away with the big bag, Black said: "It's not an ordinary criminal case, this is a terrorist armed attack involving an illegal private organization. The evidence It’s almost enough, but this alone can’t convict the woman. This package of parts was bought by my student, so keep it for me!”

The Marshal actually got serious and said, "These are all smuggled goods."

"..." Blake's brows were struggling slightly, "It's alright, I'll help here, don't push me too hard."

The marshal was helpless, and waved his hand to let the forensics department let go of the package of parts.

Blake sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.Perhaps because he felt something wrong with his actions, the marshal said, "Is your body all right?"

"It's nothing to blame. Cough..." Black just took a breath, and the alarm bells tingled in his lungs.Still, he took a second breath with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he looks like this, and the facial lines seem to suddenly sharpen. I don’t know if it’s because he was kicked and his mouth was twisted, and he has undergone plastic surgery. He is wearing a white police uniform shirt borrowed from Sheriff Raymond, which is not serious. Untidyly open, black uniform trousers with one side rolled up, and a pair of dusty leather shoes.

There seems to be some decadent and gloomy tone coming out.

This may be because he has just gone through an embarrassing escape. This man is usually refreshing and elegant, with a sunny face.

The people on the Frost Rose joked privately that he was a ray of sunshine picked up by the marshal.

"I, when the situation is particularly bad, I have to smoke one to keep myself in a good mood." Black said.

Seeing that he didn't intend to leave for the time being, the marshal walked over and sat down on the chair by the table. His long hair loosely tied to one side hung down to his legs, and he had the same cold light as his expression.The legs are extraordinarily slender, and the boots wrap the trouser legs, almost reaching between Black's legs, and the sitting posture always maintains a sense of seriousness carved into the bone marrow.

In front of him, Blake looked even more unruly.

Black said again: "Although they are the ones hiding now, in fact, we are the ones trapped here, right?"

"Although the hostages are safe, all the spaceships in the space port are destroyed and cannot take off. If the star station is not brought back, they will not be able to ask for help from the outside world." Renzo, we can bring these men in and save you. Indeed, the situation is dead."

This is not the same as the distance between cities in the ancient Earth era. At that time, there were surrounding satellite monitoring, and in the huge space of the Milky Way, once the star gate was cut off, information could not be transmitted, and each planet became an isolated island in the sea.

If Danas could issue an order to dispatch the FBI, it was the last chance before the Starfield Gate closed.

"Let me tell you, how did you play a good hand of cards so badly? The FBI minister, the Marshal of the Empire, and Hong Mei are all there, but you made it like this."

The Marshal declined to comment.

Blake smoothed out the folds of the bedsheets with a boring hand. It was his left hand, which was still a little dull.He smiled lightly and said, "What agreement did you reach with the Mafia? I don't believe that he is willing to let you in for a few years of transportation. Since there are several major gangs in charge here, Lorenzo dare not take risks casually." .”

"Someone betrayed him. He let me in to help him find the traitor." The marshal replied simply.

Black said: "The traitor is probably related to the person who attacked the arena this time. We can get out of here after we get rid of him."

"I don't understand." The marshal suddenly changed the topic, "Why did they catch Suzaku? Is the target your student, or you?"

The marshal's sense of smell is quite keen, and the focus of this remark is obviously on the last few words.Meanwhile, Blake could feel his gaze resting on him through the dark glasses.

"According to my guess, they should destroy the trouble caused by the 'problematic chip'. As for why I am their target, it has something to do with those chips. Maybe I have clues that I don't even know. "Blake's eyes darkened slightly, and he began to think.He had this premonition, but couldn't grasp the essence for a while.

"Maybe you are the clue..." The Marshal murmured softly, and said something unclear, as if it was not just about this incident.Then he said, "What's with the 'defective chip'?"

Black laughed cheaply: "Sure enough, the marshal is also the young master of the nobles. You don't understand the situation of smuggling retail channels, do you? Does Hongmei use luxury brand chips? How much is it?"

The marshal said: "Let's get to the point."

Black grinned greasyly, took a puff with the cigarette butt in his mouth, and blew smoke rings in the direction of the marshal, saying: "According to some information I have integrated, at present, it should be that the Foro Company secretly developed a A new type of chip, but it is still being tested. The batch of chips has not passed the safety line, but in order to put them on the market for actual testing, they flowed the chips to several retailers through special channels, and resold them at low prices. In the hands of users. As a result, it turned out that there was a big problem with the chip, so they rushed to destroy the traces.”

Blake stopped, biting the cigarette holder and smoking like an old smoker, reaching out and flicking twice in the ashtray.

Smoke lingered in his tousled bangs.

He went on to say: "Those chips may have been developed by 'ghosts'. The purpose of attacking the arena this time is to destroy those chips and the mechs that used them. On the surface, it was disguised as a terrorist attack. Of course, I I think there may be other reasons for the appearance of the 'ghost'. They caught Suzaku, maybe to recover one for research, maybe... because it imitated the relationship between Hongmei."

The marshal heard that the last point was a pure complaint, and said: "I don't think Suzaku and Hongmei are very similar. Also, your analysis is very comprehensive."

Black resignedly said, "Thank you for the compliment."

The marshal folded his arms and turned his head to one side, as if he was quietly thinking about something.Black said: "Let's talk about the mafia. I have satisfied your curiosity. You can't hold my appetite."

The marshal is a straightforward person, and he doesn't have too many taboos and procrastination, and then said: "There are three major gangs here. The dungeon we are currently staying in is the third district, which belongs to the Mafia Lorenzo's territory. But this is only the third gang. The urban area, the main urban area is four times larger than here, and is controlled by a religious order called "Dawn Sect". There is also an underground city, which is also twice as large, and the gang that controls it is a civil community trade union. Organization, 'Angel Freemasonry'."

"I don't know when it started, but the number 'three' is very fated to me." Black curled his lips and commented: "These three big gangs don't sound like good things."

The marshal continued: "Lorenzo just wiped out the rebels in the party not long ago, but he failed to catch the leader of the rebellion. He thought he was protected by one of the other two gangs."

Blake nodded frequently and said, "Well, it's very similar to the mafia's usual drama. He wants to tear that traitor apart with his hands, an eye for an eye, blood for blood."

Marshal declined to comment.He wouldn't respond to nonsense that seemed unnecessary.

Black smiled softly, "What's your relationship with that Lorenzo?"

The marshal frowned almost imperceptibly, and said, "Your intuition is very sensitive."

"Naturally." Black raised his eyebrows at him inappropriately, "Huh? Also an old friend?"

When he started teasing people, he was really indiscriminate, and he just opened his mouth.The marshal's cold face suddenly became a little colder, and he reluctantly said: "Student."

Blake smiled in surprise, "Wow... so you have such a classmate."

"He used to be a subordinate of Kisialian. After Yalian died for the country, he quit and returned to the family to inherit the ancestral business." The marshal got up and walked towards the door, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

"Hmph, the former warriors who defended their homes and the country have turned into bad elements in society. The jokes of fate are always full of irony."

It happened that Black was bold and unrestrained, and he liked to ask: "Your old friend Kisia Lian died under the artillery fire of the Alliance. It is said that the body could not be recovered because it was surrounded by the Alliance fleet. If so, why did you send me Be his reborn version? My bone age obviously doesn’t match his, and it shouldn’t match up with DNA testing.”

The marshal stopped.

Black turned his head to look at his straight and handsome back, which seemed to be a little stiff, and raised his voice slightly and asked, "Huh?"

The marshal still didn't answer in the end, he held the handle of the door, ready to open it and go out.

Black got up at this moment, strode over, and reached out to grab the end of the marshal's long hair brushing on his back.The marshal paused and looked back at him.

He said: "Hey, you are covered in mud and dust, Marshal, let's go take a bath together. There is a good hot spring here. It is said that taking a bath is the best way to solve problems. The impasse in front of you may be solved after taking a bath." Here's the solution. There's still a bed here..."

marshal:"……"

Beta is a bit different to Alpha after all.

Black said with a smile in his eyes: "It's only a few hours before dawn, and it's not bad to spend the night here. Do you want to go back to the car and sleep?"

The promenade in the bamboo forest is very retro, and the end is connected to a pool of clear spring.

When he came to the edge of the hot spring pool, two figures appeared indistinctly in the dense water mist. Blake was a little surprised that someone occupied the pit first.

The water mist slowly rolled and dispersed on the surface of the pool, and I saw the two figures who occupied the pit first, one was Ernie, and the other was James.

The eight eyes face each other in pairs.

Blake: "Aha, why did you two meet up to take a bath again?"

James: "I heard that hot springs can help invigorate blood, detoxify and relieve alcohol..."

Ernie: "Yuan, Marshal!"

marshal:"……"

The marshal, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, certainly would not flinch in the slightest in front of the two brats. He threw down the bath towel around his waist and got into the water.

The two-haired boys were obviously much more immature, and they all backed away embarrassedly and quietly, as if there was a barrier around the marshal who bounced them away.

Black wanted to take a look, but it was okay if he didn't look at it, but he was hurt when he looked at it. He leaned against the rock alone from a distance, with a towel on his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed: "Alpha is really annoying."

The marshal has smooth and shiny long hair, which has been maintained without knowing how, and it floats in the water, clear and clear.Ernie stroked his curly brown hair and sighed.

The guy James was much bolder, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the marshal: "Marshal, do you also like to take a bath?"

Ernie immediately gouged out his eyes and corrected him: "How can you call the marshal 'you', you should use 'you'! Uneducated civilians!"

The marshal did not speak, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and became a quiet and handsome man.

Ernie quietly swam up to Black and said, "Teacher, are you and the Marshal really good friends?"

With Black's character, he will not disappoint the students at this time, he smiled lazily and said, "That's right... what can you ask of me?"

Ernie leaned closer to Blake and whispered, "There's a chance, get me a marshal—"

"Signature, right?" Black glanced at him expectantly.

"No!" Ernie submerged his face in the water, letting the water reach his chin, as if he had calmed down, before he said, "I want to know the phone number of the Marshal's royal barber..."

Blake raised his hand to his forehead, only to feel that Ernie was a little weirdly delicate.

"Yo, I didn't expect you all to be here." A familiar voice sounded from the shore, and Danas held the bath towel covering her body with one hand, revealing the deep groove between her slender and sexy legs and her plump breasts, and said with a smile: "Ramon , the place you introduced is really popular."

Behind her, Lei Meng was half naked and wearing slippers. His silver-gray hair was already wet, dripping water, and his speechless expression was particularly embarrassing: "Damn! Why are you already occupied? Minister, change the place."

The two boys stared wide-eyed, while the Marshal remained calm with his eyes closed.Blake watched from a distance, and felt that there was beauty to be glimpsed.

Sure enough, Danas threw away the bath towel gracefully, not paying attention to her eyes, and leisurely walked down the steps into the water.The body of a female Alpha is not only plump and sexy, full of fiery charm, but also possesses what a male Alpha should have.She smiled charmingly and said, "What does it matter, everyone is Alpha."

Blake: "..." Good, he was perfectly ignored!

Ernie and James are quickly scared away.In the end, only the thoughtful Blake, the stable marshal, the coquettish and magnanimous Danas, and the gloomy Sergeant Raymond remained in the pool.

Lei Meng still said bluntly: "This bath, the atmosphere is really painful..."

Danas responded to the words of her subordinates: "Isn't it great, it's rare to see each other honestly, shouldn't it be time to talk about each other's dark history?"

Raymond said: "The minister's dark history, what else do we not know?"

Denise chuckled lightly: "Too many, for example, when I was still in school—"

Suddenly, the marshal said: "Jon, it's not right for you to be here, the three of us, anyone can fuck you."

Blake: "..."

The Marshal is very vengeful! !

After taking a bath, the group stayed in the hotel, and only Raymond went back to work with a broken heart and continued to struggle.

Blake was lying on the bed, smoking in a daze, tossing and turning, suddenly, he jumped out of bed with a jolt, clutching the little tail of inspiration, rushed out and pushed open the door of the marshal's room: "I thought of—"

The words came to an abrupt end, and the Marshal was holding Denas in his arms, and the two of them were lying on the bed close to each other.Denise looked back, just blocking the marshal's face.

Black then quickly closed the door again: "Sorry to disturb your good business!"