black queen hypothesis

At [-]:[-] p.m., the museum was officially cleared and closed.After dinner, the internal and external personnel took their positions, all the passages between the exhibition halls were temporarily closed, and the transfer of collections began in an intense and orderly manner.

That nervousness didn't infect Harford at all, though. "This means that we are temporarily locked underneath." He shrugged. "I hope they move quickly so that we won't be able to go out tomorrow morning-I don't want to sleep in this cold place overnight."

The central air-cooling circuit in the Federal Historical Museum was in place, and he was right about being cold.

"Don't relax too much," Sieg reminded him angrily. "I did say shifts, but I didn't say you can sleep when you don't have shifts!"

Harford held up his hands in surrender.Forget it at ordinary times, joking when doing commissions, being trampled to death by high-heeled shoes is considered light. "Understood! I'm applying for the first round of patrol!"

Adhering to the principle of not being alone, Sieg randomly combined the five of them, and the three of them patrolled every 15 minutes, and the other two stayed in the lounge.There is a guide on both sides, which facilitates spiritual communication in emergencies.Coupled with the two groups of security personnel of the museum itself, it is basically possible to cover the underground exhibition hall in all directions with the mental image and the five senses.

Although it seemed a little fussy, everyone in the Rose Group always cared about the feathers of their own mercenary group because they were entrusted with loyalty, so they cheered up.

In this way, the first half of the night passed without incident; then they were notified that the transfer of the collection would be completed around two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"The only thing I like about the Federation is their efficiency." Harford's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he began to speak again, "Only in this matter!"

Villars glanced over indifferently, indifferent to Harford's emphatic additions later.Everyone in the Rose Group is always worried that the Federal Special Forces will arouse his disgust, but he is really not that sensitive-war is a kind of force majeure; they always think it is someone else's fault, so it is better to think about how to make a comeback.

"Since there's less than two hours left," he began, but started another topic, "leave the rest of the patrol to me."

This was obviously addressed to Laughlin.The three sentries naturally had no objections, but the guide who was taken care of was not very happy: "How can it work? It is agreed that you will do it once!"

"You're hurting me so much, my dear Laughlin." Vilas deliberately made a heart-shaking gesture.

Laughlin's eyes widened nervously. "But I didn't say anything!"

Vilas shook his head sadly. "You didn't even give me a chance to behave like a gentleman, so why didn't you say anything?"

"This..." Laughlin hesitated.She really felt that her job should not be handed over to Vilas, but she didn't know how to refuse Vilas' kindness, so she couldn't help casting a look of help to Sieg.

Few people can resist that kind of Bambi-like eyes, as strong as Sieg...well, no exception. "It's okay, just leave it to Vilas. I think he has eaten and slept recently, and it's time to lose weight."

Unexpectedly, he was buried for a while, and Vilas was very helpless.But since his goal had been achieved, he remained silent.

"Then, how about giving me a chance to be a gentleman?" Harford interrupted without losing the opportunity.

Fernandez has just patrolled for two rounds, and it stands to reason that this time he has a bye, and he is not far behind: "There is me!"

"Okay, I know you two are brothers!" Sieg waved his hands funny, "Go, Laughlin and I can just talk!"

The three men headed out quickly.After walking a certain distance, Harford watched a group of museum security personnel pass by, and immediately hooked Vilas' shoulders.

"What?" Vilas was paying attention to the mental picture, and asked casually.

"Look at me look at me!" cried Harford, "look at my sincere eyes!"

Vilas was speechless at this little attention grabber, but had to look away. "What's the matter?"

"Were you courting Laughlin just now?" Harford asked narrowly, "Believe me, two guides will not end well together!"

"I'm courteous?" Willas was a little annoyed for a moment. "Obviously you are the one who treats Laughlin..."

Before he finished speaking, Harford quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands. "Don't say it! What if the leader hears it?"

"Cold salad!" Fernandez on the side deliberately said sarcastically, "And Harford, have you forgotten that the captain is also a sentinel?"

The implication is that Sig and Laughlin are a standard pairing of sentinels and guides, and Harford was choked for a while. "...There is no good result for two women to be together!"

This is obviously nothing to say to save face for himself, and Vilas doesn't want to talk to him at all.Seeing this, Fernandez simply pulled Harford from Vilas to his side, and taking advantage of the big man's height and strength, he whispered in his ear and asked, "Are those two men together?" How about it?"

Harford almost frowned. "Get lost! Even if at least three-quarters of the sentinels can't find their guides, I won't beg for you!"

"How can you make a compromise when you come to me?" Fernandez didn't care about being rejected, and patted his chest to promise, "I will definitely make you comfortable!"

"Comfortable ghost! Take ten thousand steps back and say, I make you comfortable!"

Listening to the sterile and colorful bickering, Vilas didn't want to say that he knew the two people at all, and walked to the front quickly.Headache, when the two girls are away, their true colors are revealed...

After laughing and laughing for a while, Harford noticed another group of museum security personnel approaching from the far side of the hall, and Fernandez did the same.Looking forward, Vilas has already entered the second exhibition hall.The two of them immediately silenced and quickened their pace, trying to catch up without a trace——

Pop, pop, pop.

With the soft sound of three electric sparks, the warning light beside the door of the exhibition hall suddenly went out, and the explosion-proof door, electromagnetic door, and insulation door fell almost at the same time, but the alarm did not sound.Both Harford and Fernandez saw Vilas sprinting back, but neither of them had time to rush to the opposite side.

Realizing that the spiritual connection between them had also been forcibly cut off, Harford burst out with an incomparably loud foul language. "What the hell?" He raised his left arm and urgently called Sieg through the communicator above.

Fernandez was bewildered. "Temporary failure?" He turned his head, just in time to see the team of security personnel running in this direction. "Isn't it to divert the tiger away from the mountain?"

"Impossible!" Harford immediately denied, "There are no valuable things in the exhibition hall of past presidents! Moreover, as long as the queen is willing, all the people on our side can't beat him! So—" His expression changed instantly. "There must be someone who wants to take this opportunity to harm the queen!"

Fernandez gasped.There are not many people who are so bold, and there are even fewer people with the same strength.There is no need for the federal president to adopt this method, so only...

"Fuck|his pirate!"

In the exhibition hall, Vilas stopped after taking two steps.Because he realized that being separated was a foregone conclusion, the pirate chief had calculated well.

...but seriously?How dare Smits do it under the nose of the Federation?

Vilas stood where he was, looking around calmly.The exhibition hall looked very normal, and the projections of three-dimensional figures in blue were quietly rotating in place.

But neither the eyes nor the mental imagery saw the second person...

Well, there is only one reason why Smits didn't show up, that is, the other party confirmed that this exhibition hall has become a secret room, and no one can break through it for a while...

Vilas raised his caution and walked around the spiral booth without making any sound of footsteps.The expressions of the presidents along the road were either serious or smiling, but he didn't care at all.Finally, not surprisingly, when he finally came near Silvio's projection, the voice he had heard during the day sounded again:

"Sivio Alba, the youngest ever president of the Federation, has since his inauguration attracted public attention unmatched by his predecessors..."

The museum's intelligent commentary does come with human body sensor triggers, but it's midnight, and the normal state is closed...

Vilas quietly charged, but his tone was calm: "The hide-and-seek is over, come out."

A chuckle sounded from behind.Vilas turned his head and found a man with light blond hair appearing silently on the road he just walked. "You put a teleporter here?"

"How can I give you a surprise, dear His Royal Highness?" Smits smiled back.He still wore a mask inlaid with intricate gold threads, but this time the pattern on it was changed to a butterfly—yes, it was the Yin-Yang butterfly from before.

With no inhibitors and the sensory barrier at its lowest state, Vilas smelled the strong and fragrant rose fragrance very clearly this time.Judging by the intensity of the smell, Smitz was less relaxed than he appeared; this reassured Vilas a little. "Don't you feel more frightened?"

"Your Highness, how can you say that?" Smits shook his head slightly, as if he was really sad, "Obviously I was more frightened, didn't I?"

Vilas didn't make much effort to guess what the other party wanted to say: "Because of me and Silvio?"

Smits' response sounded utterly startled. "Really, you two are close enough to call each other names now?"

Asking knowingly, I must have heard it before... Vilas rolled his eyes. "What misunderstanding do you have about the two of us? You have done more intimate things, and you still need a name?"

Smits stared straight at Vilas, and hooked his lips for a while. "It seems that I underestimated Alva..." His tone was no longer light, "His lobbying skills are enough to make you lie about your marriage with him, Your Highness, and do those things."

"You don't believe me?" Veras asked back.In fact, he didn't expect Smits to believe him, but now he has to hold Smits——

Smits must have installed a mental shield in the exhibition hall, so that once the door was closed, he couldn't use his mind to connect with the people outside.However, the Federal Special Forces are nearby, and Silvio will definitely get the news.

Vilas stared at Smitz's tightly caged high-collared cloak, suspecting that there was something inside that he couldn't look forward to.But before he could say anything more, a white lion rushed to him with lightning speed, lowered its body, bared its fangs, and roared angrily.

... Oswald?Silvio here?