black queen hypothesis

Veras cheered up instantly.The long-tailed tit fluttered into the air, causing the golden-eyed ocelot to jump around.

After watching the two spiritual guides fight for a while, Sieg asked: "Staying in Capitol is not a long-term solution. What are you going to do in the future?"

"The current situation is not up to me." Vilas shrugged slightly. "Alva and Smits have a say, I think."

Sieg didn't press, but just looked at him with a clear look of "don't try to hide it from me, I don't know your temper yet".

Vilas was defeated by this look. "Okay." He touched his nose wisely, "No matter how courageous Smitz is, he will not attack Capitol. We are absolutely safe here. If we can convince Alva later, we will be able to know Left without realizing it."

If both sides play screens together, there is indeed a high possibility of evading Smits' eyes and ears.but……

"Can you convince Alva?" Sieg raised an eyebrow suspiciously.How did she hear that Silvio Alva generally doesn't jump to conclusions easily; but no one can make him change the decision he made?

"Oh, this," Vilas scratched his head subconsciously, making his black messy hair more curled up, "Actually, Alva only has the Federation in his eyes. As long as he believes that I am no longer a threat to the Federation, he will Not necessarily willing to waste time on me."

Sieg shook her head disapprovingly. "I don't think it's a waste of time to work on you - you know, you are the number one guide in the universe! Undisputed!"

Vilas wasn't going to argue with Sig on this point.In his opinion, the title of the first guide is not as important as the pheromone compatibility between him and Silvio.And if the huge threat of 100% compatibility with the enemy's pheromone can't make Silvio kill him, then he must still have a chance to persuade the other party—even if he has to follow the other party's principles, even if it is still difficult.

Leaving aside the chance of persuasion, the chance of close contact will come soon.

When the group of roses arrived at the scheduled entrustment location, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.Whether it's gray and white walls, black wrought iron gates, and the extremely gorgeous gold Gothic-style M letter badge on the gate, or the straight avenue inside the gate and the three-story curved building at the end, the color matching and decoration style are different. It is consistent introverted and solemn, and it is not an ordinary place at a glance.

"Metroclub." Sig briefly introduced, "There is a dance here at night, so they hired a few mercenary groups to protect the perimeter, and we are in charge of the southeast corner."

"Prom?" Harford smacked his lips and looked around—to the north, the Presidential Memorial Hall; to the west, the Federal Bank Building; to the southeast, the back garden of the Congress Palace, and then the Congress Palace—immediately his eyes fell Everyone knows the conclusion: "Are there a lot of big shots coming?"

"Whether it is or not, it has nothing to do with us." Sieg didn't care, "The internal security is their own, and so is the door inspection. We just need to make sure—" She flicked her finger far to the southeast corner, "No one came from during the dance That ninety-degree fan-shaped area enters the club, bounded by the street centerline of the building's façade."

Vilas stared at the pure white dome of the Congress Palace for a long time, then looked away after hearing this. "Arrangement?" he asked.

"You and Harford are guarding the roof in the southeast corner, and Laughlin and Fernandez are patrolling below." Sieg said, pointing to himself, "I maneuver, you and Laughlin regularly share the mental image with me .”

The two guides looked at each other and nodded together.

"Sounds so cruel..." Looking at the exposed roof, Harford complained half-heartedly, "If I have to blow the wind on the roof overnight, can I apply for a takeaway?"

As soon as he heard the food, Fernandez immediately raised his hand: "I want it too!"

Two foodies... Sieg stared at them displeasedly, "No takeaway, unless you go to buy it yourself now and come back in 10 minutes—"

As a result, before she finished speaking, the two sentries disappeared in a flash, leaving the three helpless and funny.

two hours later.

The sun was setting, and Vilas and Harford were nesting in the corner of the roof together, leaning against the horrible carved marble guardrail, and in front of them were drinks and food scattered all over the floor.

"They're almost ready," Harford said, staring at the round window in the lobby on the second floor, full of envy. "Pine dining table, silver tableware, freshly roasted white truffles, sturgeon roe sauce, top-quality red wine are all available..." He said Taking a deep breath of the aroma of the food, "There's even a fireplace! These politicians and businessmen, tsk!"

The last interjection made several turns, but Vilas didn't respond.He carefully controlled his mind to be in the right-angle fan where they should be, and then fished out an unopened can of soda from the open supermarket convenience bag, "Is anyone here?"

Harford pursed his lips, looking away from the restaurant with difficulty. "Not yet," he said, "the door is silent. According to experience, it may take another hour... I hope they finish their work early in the evening, so we can go back to sleep early. It's too painful to watch other people eat delicious food!"

"So where are you looking?" Following this question, Sieg rolled over from the railing.She is still wearing a black slim dress, no one knows how she can do all kinds of difficult tricks without damaging the skirt. "Could the centerline of the road be inside?"

Harford was taken aback, and immediately turned around, pretending to be seriously checking the surroundings.

Sieg snorted softly at his back, and looked at Vilas again.

"Everything is normal," Vilas replied knowingly, "in the sky and on the ground."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Sieg jumped down again, not forgetting to give Harford a high-heeled kick before that.Harford howled in pain, but he did it on his own terms, and was rewarded with laughter from his companions.

When it got dark, luxury cars began to drive into the club one after another.Silvio arrives relatively late because he has a lot to attend to.

Union arrived at the same time as him.Out of the instinct of a security minister, he habitually swept around as soon as he got out of the car. "I heard that they hired several excellent mercenary groups." He said, his eyes were quickly attracted by a corner of the roof, "Is that an owl?"

Silvio glanced over and affirmed this statement. "Solomon Owl." It must be the spiritual guide of a certain sentinel... He just wanted to look away, but suddenly raised his head.

Union followed suit. "Is there something on top?" he asked uncertainly, because he only saw the starry sky.

Silvio stared at it for a moment, then shook his head. "Let's go."

After the backs of the two were lost in the shadows of their fragrant clothes and temples, a light-colored shadow hovered and landed from the sky, staring at the living room with Solomon Owl's eyes——

It was a white gyrfalcon.

""

The dance lasted five or six hours.By the time the guests were almost gone, the clock of midnight had struck.

Sieg has always been doing business with the client, and the remaining four people yawned at the corner of the street and waited for their leader to come back.The only exception is Harford—the spirit guide is partly personal; he has a nocturnal Solomon owl as a spirit guide and is himself a veritable night owl.

"It's finally over!" He said excitedly, "Who will go to dinner with me? How about watching a midnight show after eating?"

Hearing the supper, Fernandez lifted a little energy; but hearing the midnight show, he became listless again. "Forget it then," he muttered, revealing the tiredness after intense concentration, "I'd better go back to sleep first."

Laughlin has always been a well-behaved baby. She basically doesn't participate in any night tours, and she starts shaking her head early.

Seeing that the two of them were hopeless, Harford felt rather resentful: "What about you, queen? You won't be so disappointed, right? Come on, we just made a lot of money!"

Vilas wanted to help him, but changed his mind a moment later. "Sieg, I'll go."

"Oh, no?" Harford wailed. "Did you ever hear a sentry willing to go out with another sentry?"

"Even if you are a guide, I won't go out with you." Sieg, who just came back, unceremoniously added salt to Harford's wound. "Everyone is tired, let's talk about other things tomorrow."

The head of the group sent a message, and everyone followed suit.They returned to their accommodation, filled their stomachs with the pizza they brought back along the way, and went back to their rooms to rest.

The only dishonesty was Vilas.Guessing that everyone else had fallen asleep, he tiptoed over the window of the room and walked two blocks north from the street under the window.In front of a dark alley, he paused for a while, then walked in.