Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

In the evening, Kai Molong took a box of milk from the refrigerator in the kitchen and walked out. The door of the bedroom of the otaku screenwriter opposite him opened with a "click", and He Lanba poked his head out: "I'll spend the night coding the script."

Kaimeron leisurely crossed his long legs and leaned against the kitchen door, drinking milk with a "so what" expression.

He Lanba pushed his glasses, and glanced back at his bedroom: "My bed is all packed, do you want to spend the night with me tonight?"

Kai Molong took the milk and thought for a while: "Is there anything for me?"

He Lanba raised the "History of Western Philosophy" in his hand.

Kaimeron leaned on the bed and flipped through the tome "History of Western Philosophy" for a while, and after finishing Kant's part, he looked at He Lanba who was leaning on the back of the chair in front of the computer and pondering the plot in a bored manner. Cleared the fifth font on the document: "What are you writing? The code name is Caesar..." He frowned in astonishment, "What's the matter with the Chinese name Kaimolong?"

He Lanba was so focused on the plot that he didn't even hear what Kai Molong was asking.

Kai Molong got up and got out of bed, and while fastening the belt of his nightgown, he walked behind He Lanba, and silently scanned the script with his arms folded.

It seems that this person with the same name as him and of mixed blood between East and West comes from an intelligence agency called "Skyfire". From the perspective of the plot, this private underground intelligence organization that does not belong to any camp seems to be a bit too omnipotent. unscientific.He was quite happy to point this out for Helan Ba, and said veiledly: "As far as I know, Dassault has not received any orders for fighter jets from private individuals."

He Lanba rubbed his chin and nodded: "I don't think it's scientific either."

"Do you have to get on a fighter jet?" Kai Molong could see the hair on the top of Helan Ba's head swirling as soon as he lowered his head. He stared at the soft hair twirling, and said with a smile, "You can get armed helicopters on the black market."

He Lanba thought about it and shook his head: "I've already written the plot of the armed helicopter."

Kaimeron was shocked for a long time by the high-profile plot of an armed helicopter and a third-generation fighter, and asked curiously, "Why did you write about an armed helicopter?"

Helanba dragged the document to the front, and the armed helicopter carried Tianhuo's special operations team to the island country's military government to rescue General Fajar, who was under house arrest by the former military government, and flew at low altitude all the way to avoid radar. It looked like that of.

Kaimelong pointed to the last part of the script and said: "This kind of rescue team usually divides into two groups. You divide them into two groups, one group descends from the roof, and the other group attacks from the gate. It will be more professional."

He Lanba thumped his fist deeply, and was about to ask where you saw it, but when he turned around, he was dumbfounded: "...Why are you pouting at me?"

"I thought you wanted to thank me," Kaimelong folded his arms without changing his face, "I'm going to tell you you're welcome."

"Pouting means you don't have to thank me?" He Lanba couldn't figure out where this man learned all kinds of weird body language, he looked like a little girl asking for kisses, please... "A girl said thank you to you Do you push back like this?"

"The boy with the surname He Lan will only go back after thanking me." Kai Molong smiled broadly.

He Lanba took a while to digest before turning to the computer. After a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and said, "Thank you."

Kai Molong smiled and lowered his eyes, and made another gesture of kissing from the air.

He Lanba nodded in satisfaction and then turned his head away, thinking that Nima is really cute...

The unscientific point pointed out by Kai Molong, He Lanba was taught humbly and immediately corrected it, and then faced the plot of the fighter plane. This is the last sea battle scene in the movie. "...I thought you could get anything on the black market."

Seeing that He Lanba was habitually scratching at his hair, which was quickly shaved into a mess, Kai Molong put down his encircling arms and lightly pressed on the back of the chair, and leaned down to look at the messed up hair. His hair was twirling, and Helanba was muttering "Or go to the military museum to steal one", Kai Molong licked his lips, and couldn't help but raised his hand to smooth the rubbed hair back, when Helanba suddenly Leaning back in the chair, the top of his head almost hit his chin. The otaku screenwriter held his chin and muttered to himself: "The fighter jets in the museum don't seem to be able to fly. Is there a private collection of fighter jets?"

Kaimeron patted the back of the chair in frustration, straightened up and said: "Most of the weapons and equipment on the black market are collected from the battlefield. It is impossible to find fighter jets, but the parts of fighter jets, such as engines, are fine. In the U.S. private You can buy fighter jets for collection, but they are all decommissioned models, they can’t mount weapons, and most of them don’t have engines, so they can only be placed in the airport for viewing, not much better than those in museums.”

He Lanba looked back at Kai Molong again: "Do you want to assemble it yourself?"

"What you can assemble yourself is an Airbus, not a fighter jet." Kai Molong suddenly smiled happily, his dimples were extremely intoxicating, "You want to write the plot of a fighter jet so much?"

He Lanba felt that this expression...was full of lust, which was very bad.

An hour later, He Lanba was short of breath and stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, and it took him a long time to recover from the final dizzying shock.He glared at Kaimeron who was lying on his body contentedly: "...Are you still human?"

"What's the matter?" Kaimeron asked with his eyes closed comfortably.

"Did I really have sex with you just now?" He Lanba touched his glasses from the bedside and put them on, then grabbed Kai Molong's hair that was hanging on his forehead, and carefully examined back and forth with his eyes closed. , Kaimeron with a pair of dimples, "Why do I think it's bestiality?"

Kai Molong laughed muffledly, and He Lanba felt the other side's firm chest and tight abdominal muscles trembling because of his smile: "What kind of beast? Lion, leopard, wolf or dolphin?"

"I haven't done it with lions, leopards, wolves, and dolphins. How would I know..."

Kaimeron raised his head, his eyes drooping wearily: "I belong to the dolphin."

"Can you be more shameless?" He Lanba said contemptuously, and stretched out his hand to lift Kai Molong's forehead hair to his forehead. The sudden exposure of his forehead seemed a bit handsome, and He Lanba clicked his tongue , "Where does it look like a dolphin? It is obviously a hybrid of a lion and a tiger."

Kemeron was amused and shook his head: "Liger? I'm not that kind of monster..." Having said that, he stood up in astonishment, "Crying?"

He Lanba didn't know why, until Kai Molong reached out his hand to his face and suddenly found that there was a suspicious liquid in the corner of his eye! !Fuck, it's a shame and a shame!An otaku screenwriter, a carp, sat up straight, staring at the tears on his fingertips, and lowered his head to look carefully at Kaimeron, who seemed to be an alien liquid: "Kaimeron, I warn you, you will do this again and again." Meng—Welcome to the Westin Hotel next door!"

Kaimolong wiped the tears from his fingertips, and there was a surprised smile on his face. He Lanba couldn't bear it anymore and bent down to pick up the slippers from the bed. Kaimolong held his hand accurately without raising his head. After wiping away the tears on his fingers, he raised his head and said, "I've never been more violent than once, that's just your illusion. You're crying because your body is getting more and more adapted to me, which magnifies the pleasure." Said Here he smiled narrowly, "Why haven't you told me it's so cool?"

He Lanba held up the slippers dumbfounded. On the one hand, he was impressed by Kai Molong's astonishing narcissism. Honey-colored, she clearly just finished that job, but she is as clean as a child, and she can't get angry again.

"Okay," Kaimeron put the slipper under the bed, put on his nightgown, got up and fastened his belt, turned around and said, "This bed of yours can't sleep two people, I'll go upstairs to sleep, the time tonight Count it all in, have a good rest, good night."

"Where are you going?" He Lanba stared at Kai Molong's back as he was about to leave gracefully, "Where is my fighter plane plot?"

Mr. Cameron stopped at the door, pulled down his shoulders helplessly, with an expression of "I'm really tired".

He Lanba was not polite to him, and pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

Half an hour later, He Lanba finally wrote the fighter into the script logically.

Cameron asked him to start with MiG fighters, and Helan Balue felt that this suggestion was very reliable after thinking about it.The formerly powerful Mikoyan company has now been annexed by Sukhoi. The MiG fighters are no longer brilliant, and even a large number of orders have been withdrawn. Therefore, Tianhuo got in touch with a Russian aircraft factory in private. The aircraft factory is owned by the Mikoyan company. A long-term partner, responsible for the production of various models from MiG 29 to MiG 35. However, the market prospect of MiG fighters is getting more and more bleak. In order to make huge profits, this company sold six MiG 31 fighters at an extremely low price The price was sold to the Skyfire organization.

In this way, Helanba successfully added six MiG-31 fighters to the script: "But this is a fighter jet in active service in Russia. Is it really possible to get it like this?" He imagined that one day this script could really be filmed Movies, will he be scorned by fighter jet enthusiasts and military experts, and will become a laughing stock in the screenwriting world ever since.

"Why not?" Kai Molong leaned against the computer desk, drinking the unfinished box of milk.

"What if it is picked on by professionals?" He Lanba asked, although it was made up, it had to be done reliably.

Cameron glanced at the script on the document: "Then let the insiders come out and shut up the professionals."

He Lanba looked at Kai Molong who looked downcast, and he became more and more curious about this person's identity: "Have you ever bought a star or a fighter jet?"

"You're thinking too much," Kaimeron said with a smile, leaning against the edge of the desk, "I bought stars to give away, so what can I do with fighter jets?"

He Lanba closed the file, turned the chair around, and raised his head to face Kai Molong: "Who the hell are you?"

Kai Molong took the milk, lowered his head and stared at the faint eyes behind the glasses, knowing that the other party was serious: "... who do you want me to be?"

He Lanba couldn't figure it out at all. His personality as a screenwriter had been completely fascinated by this person, but this fascination was particularly tormenting. He guessed endlessly: "Agent?"

Cameron turned his head and glanced at the folder window on the computer screen. The name of this folder was "SPY". It contained everything from movies to novels, from the 007 series to "Bourne's Identity". Otaku screenwriter tormented by curiosity: "Is it your hope?"

He Lanba didn't know what he wanted, but if Kai Molong was an agent, it would be very interesting. On the contrary, if he was the president, it would be too bad.Agent is fine.Wearing a Patek Philippe drives an Aston Martin, but this does not prevent him from wringing off his opponent's arm with his bare hands in a well-dressed suit, but he can still hold a frightened lady in a gentlemanly way when he turns his head.Elegant and beastly, dangerous and mysterious, not to mention that women can't resist, men will kneel and submit under the pomegranate pants of such a man.The status of president may also easily conquer women, but there are always some men who hate the rich who don't buy it, but agents are different, they are the elite of the elite.Suppose he told Deng Xiaopang that I have a friend who is the president. At most, Deng Xiaopang would howl in a strange manner, "Oh, where do you know rich people?" But if he told him that I had a friend who was an agent, Deng Xiaopang would Cliff will answer him, "Are you lying to a ghost? KGB or Mossad?"

He actually didn't believe that Kemeron was an agent, but other than that, he really couldn't find a more appropriate reason to explain why this person always concealed his identity.

Kai Molong read He Lanba's eyes back and forth, and finally nodded knowingly: "You don't want me to be a rich man, you want me to be a secret agent. I hope I have special skills to save the island country and Fajar in dire straits " After finishing speaking, he put the milk carton on the desk, "Do I have to live such a wonderful and noble life?"

"You don't want to tell me who you are, of course I can only play freely." He Lanba said very strategically, "Why don't you tell me who you are? Just one identity."

Kaimeron looked up and thought for a while: "I really don't know what identity I am. I will be whatever identity you give me, and I will be whatever you expect me to be. Since you want me to be an agent, I'll just be an agent." He lifted his chin towards the computer, "That agent's code name is Caesar, I like the name."