Sentinel is not good

"Eat cake? Why...you invite me to eat cake?" Song Jian seldom thinks about people's hearts. He is a sentinel with limited ability and an undercover agent with insufficient professionalism.The other undercover agents probably tried everything possible to get close to the officer, and maybe some of them became administrators, captains, and got official positions.

He didn't want to do anything, he would rather stay far away from the subject of surveillance than pass by.Because Song Jian is too aware of his own abilities, he has limited reading, and even learned to read by himself after awakening. Before the age of 18, they will receive training. Regardless of their level, every Sentinel will go to the battlefield sooner or later to do tasks.

His own mission is to survive as long as possible and find Brother Little Wolf.

But... No one ever told him to treat you to a cake.Following Zhou Yun all the way back, Song Jian's legs couldn't move, he didn't want to go, even if the guide had a good reputation and was liked by every sentinel, he didn't want to go.

Brother, if he knew that he was outside and entering the house randomly with others, he would definitely be angry.Song Jian followed all the way with a mournful face, Wang Ba's repeated reminders in his ears.

Be hostile, be vigilant, and don't be fooled.But it is also necessary to inquire as much important information as possible, for the great victory of the new alliance.

What a great victory... Song Jian stood dazed outside Zhou Yun's bedroom, refusing to leave.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun had already opened the door, and he stood inside the door, looking out.

"Report sir." Song Jian took a deep breath, wondering if he would be executed for disobeying the orders of an S-level guide, "I don't want to go in, can I just stand outside the door... I don't want to be so close to the guide, Everyone says... hiccup, guides are dangerous. Guides are...not good people."

"How much wine did you drink?" Zhou Yun approached and sniffed it. In fact, the novelty of Song Jian's drinking was greater than anger and helplessness.The puppy I raised by myself used to only drink water, and it would be very happy when it drank honey water.

Now he even knows how to drink beer... Really, he has grown up.

"I didn't drink much." Normally, Song Jian wouldn't dare to use this kind of tone. After drinking, he became bolder, "The guide is terrible..."

"Which guides do you know?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile, "Do you have such a good relationship with other guides? Is it the Qi Zhou you mentioned last time, or Yang Yu?"

"No, I don't know them." Song Jian's head was buzzing, shaking his head and becoming dizzy, "I rarely even see a B-level guide, you... what are you doing?

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Zhou Yun didn't want to communicate with him at the door, so he pulled Song Jian's arm and dragged him in.As soon as Song Jian entered the room, Wang Ba's nagging sound disappeared in his ears, and he fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again, and had to face Zhou Yun alone.

However, it is not afraid.

Zhou Yun dragged him into the bathroom, turned on the dim light, turned on the hot water, and washed a towel. "Wipe your face clean first."

As soon as he came in, Song Jian's resistance just now disappeared. He wanted to protect the guide, and even wanted to test whether the water in the faucet was hot for Zhou Yun in advance.

"Thank you, sir... What did I say to you along the way?" Song Jian was so drunk that he only remembered half of what he had said, but he kept on talking, and he was really a chatterbox.

"Talk... a lot. What is this?" Zhou Yun deliberately pointed to his mace bracelet. The puppy has grown up, is much taller, and can drink beer, but he is still a chatterbox, making his ears noisy It hurts all the time.

His ears were used to the sound of the wind and wolves.

"This is...is...a dog tooth." Song Jian said, of course he couldn't tell the truth.

Zhou Yun smiled angrily, it was okay, he was alert.

What's so funny?Song Jian buried his face in the white towel, and used a face towel that was softer than expected for the first time. The living conditions of the guide were indeed beyond the imagination of a low-level sentinel.He wiped his face clean and folded the towel neatly.

"Report sir, I've finished washing." He stood in front of Zhou Yun, not knowing what to do next.

This is the residence of the Great Guide.Through a door, a black panther could be heard roaring outside. It was Liang Xiao's spiritual body.

Liang Xiao is an S-level sentinel, no matter how he crushes himself.Song Jian felt a little jealous for a moment. Under the influence of Guidance Su, he also wanted to protect the guide.

"You left it behind." Zhou Yun took off a pair of glasses from the sink, then turned and went out, "I tried it, but there is no prescription. Why do I wear it?"

"I... I'm used to it." Song Jian quickly put on his glasses and followed them out.

Zhou Yun led him to the bedroom, and stopped in front of the refrigerator. He took out some vegetables and a few small cakes, put them on a plate, took them to the bedside, and put them on the floor.

"Sit down." Zhou Yun sat down first again, "Eat something with me."

Song Jian didn't understand why he liked to sit on the ground, but he sat down too. "Did you...didn't eat anything today?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Zhou Yun definitely wanted to eat a small cake, he couldn't live without sugar, and his mental strength was running out, "Why didn't you eat the food I gave you?"

After asking, he pushed the small cake he had tasted to Song Jian. "You can eat this, it's not sweet enough."

Not sweet enough?Song Jian picked it up and took a big bite, the sweetness seemed to make his ears ring.Perhaps this level is not sweet enough for the guide.

"I don't want to eat." He ate the cake quickly, "Did you just finish your mission?"

"How do you know I'm on a mission?" Zhou Yun looked up at him, and took a bite of every kind of small cake, "Are you asking about me?"

"I don't have one, don't talk nonsense, I don't have one." Song Jian became nervous for a moment, a B-level sentinel was too overconfident when he inquired about the big guide, "I heard from others... You don't even eat these cakes gone?"

"Help me eat, it's not sweet enough." Zhou Yun handed him the fork, and took off his coat, which was a black military coat, and the gun belt was still on his body. He took off the gun, "You are coming On the way, you kept talking about your brother... Are you looking for him?"

Song Jian is familiar with this gun and can often see it. The gun only available to officers is the M306 type. "No, I didn't say."

Zhou Yun handed him a glass of water. "The consequences of deceiving your superiors are very serious. Little Sentinel, don't lie to me."

"Why are you scaring me..." Song Jian was afraid that he would kill himself with a gun, while eating the cake, letting the cream melt on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it all, "I have a brother... who got separated , he is my family member, sometimes...I want to find him. "

"Only sometimes?" Zhou Yun asked casually, "Your ability is limited, but you can tell me what he looks like, and I'll help you find it."

Song Jian quickly shook his head, so he didn't want it.His identity is an informant, and if Zhou Yun finds out that he is a fraud, he will be close to death. "Report sir, I..." He couldn't refuse immediately, otherwise it would become more obvious and arouse suspicion, "My brother is 20 years older than me..."

Zhou Yun's smile suddenly disappeared.But he immediately laughed again, watching the puppy make up in front of him.

"He... is short and fat, and he can't do anything." Song Jian took a big strawberry and ate it, lowered his head deeply, and racked his brains to make things up. "He has a bad temper, and no one likes him." .And...his face...is very scary, very scary, with small eyes, a big mouth, his head is twice the size of an ordinary person, and...he can't run, he can only sit..."

"Okay." Zhou Yun frowned and interrupted him, "Your brother is really ugly."

"Well, my brother is ugly." Song Jian quickly finished eating the small cake, so sweet that his mouth stuck, he took another small vegetable leaf and chewed it, "Can you still help me find it?"

"I won't help, I'm afraid it will scare me." Zhou Yun liked to listen to him chewing vegetables, so he asked, "Then do you like your brother?"

"I... I..." Song Jian didn't want to answer this question, but he couldn't refuse to answer. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, unzipped his coat, and released his spirit body: "Sir, I found that my snake likes snakes very much." you."

Xiao Diu was still sleeping, his sleepy body yearning for his master's body temperature.

Suddenly, it sensed some kind of inexplicable danger, and it slammed into Song Jian's waistband, vowing to escape with the amazing speed of the black mamba, as far as it could run.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's the Chief Zhou Yun you've always wanted to see." Song Jian tightened his belt, fearing that it would really get in.

Then, Zhou Yun gently lifted his zipper with one hand.The gap between clothes and skin is widening.

Song Jian watched helplessly as Zhou Yun stretched out his other hand.

In the next second, Xiaodiu, who was about to get into his pants, was pulled out by Zhou Yun.

Wow, grabbing the black mamba with bare hands, sir, is so fierce, this is the first reaction of Song Jian's brain after drinking.

The second reaction is that Chief Zhou Yun is dead.

The third reaction is that Zhou Yun is going to die in his hands!

But it was too late, Song Jian had been drinking, and his mental body was also disturbed by alcohol.The black mamba had a deadly attack speed and bit Zhou Yun in front of his master.The bite was not on the wrist or fingers, but near the large blood vessels in the neck. After one bite, the attack was repeated, repeated painful bites, several times in a few seconds.

Every bite was in the same place, as if afraid that the other place would not die fast enough and had to bite through a large blood vessel.

Song Jian's drunkenness completely woke up from fright.

With such intensive attacks, Zhou Yun was sure to die, and the amount of poison injected by Xiao Diu's repeated attacks was enough to kill dozens of people.

Before he had time to think about it, he put Xiao Diu back into his mental image, knocked Zhou Yun down, tore off his shirt, and tied his neck with a tie.The sentries all had short knives, and Song Jian was used to wearing them with him, so he put them in his military boots.He took it out, and the tip of the knife lit up for a moment, aiming at the two blood spots on Zhou Yun's neck.

After cutting it open, Song Jian lay on his body, pressed his lips against the knife edge, and sucked the poisonous blood.

The blood had become darker, and Song Jian sucked it out several times in succession, before he could even spit it out, he swallowed the poisonous blood, sucking while swallowing.

Human blood turned out to be like this. Song Jian pressed his lips against Zhou Yun's neck, the tip of his teeth touched the skin, and his tongue pressed the wound tightly.His mouth was sucked into a vacuum, he propped himself up to take a breath, and lay down again.

Facing death, he thought that Zhou Yun's mental thread would attack him crazily, but no, instead he wandered around his body with great interest.

Zhou Yun was not afraid of death, but Song Jian was scared to death. Murdering a guide is the most serious crime.

I don't know how many swallows, Song Jian's mouth was smeared with a thick red, until he spit out a mouthful of blood that turned pale, before he wiped the dagger and cut his palm.

Blood flowed out.

At this moment, countless spiritual threads penetrated into Song Jian's body, as if to tear him apart.Song Jian's body trembled, he couldn't hold the handle of the knife, and the short knife fell to the ground with a bang.

Before his last strength ran out, he pressed his palm to Zhou Yun's mouth.

"Sir, I didn't mean it!" Song Jian began to tremble, and his whole body was shrouded in mental oppression.But Zhou Yun didn't retaliate deeply, but made him temporarily lose his strength, not to mention picking up a short knife, even a fork.

"I have antibodies in my blood! But... I don't know if drinking it directly will help." Song Jian sat on Zhou Yun with his legs wide open, facing each other, "You...you call the headquarters! It's the black Mamba, the type is black mamba, is there any serum? Get an injection within half an hour... within half an hour, you won’t die. I, I have antibodies in my body, but I don’t have serum. Is it too late to make injections now?”

Zhou Yun's breathing became short of breath, and Song Jian didn't know whether he was going to die, or his heartbeat accelerated and his whole body became paralyzed.

He thought that Zhou Yun would not drink his blood, but Zhou Yun looked directly at him, and pressed his right hand to his mouth with his left hand.

Inhale little by little.

The other hand touched his neck, touching the circle of skin repeatedly.He sucked very hard and earnestly, as if he really wanted to suck Song Jian dry through this small two centimeter wound.

Song Jian was so frightened that his face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and he couldn't restrain his trembling.If Zhou Yun really died, he would not be able to live.

At this time, the communicator on the table rang, interrupting Zhou Yun's blood sucking.He let go of Song Jian, stood up again, loosened Song Jian's tie, and pressed the button of the communicator.

At the same time, the door was pushed open by Liang Xiao, and a black panther stood behind him.

"Take him back first." Zhou Yun said to Liang Xiao, "I have a mission."

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