God said, let there be light

As soon as Fan Roy got home, he opened a bottle of whiskey. The thick peaty smoky smell mixed with the smell of the sea breeze rushed into the nostrils. The overbearing aroma of wine.

Van Roy was not in the mood to taste wine, but he was counting on the spirits to give him a temporary intoxication and sobriety.

"Don't drink in such a hurry." Byrne pressed Fan Roy's hand holding the wine glass, and slowly took the empty wine glass.

Fan Roy sighed silently: "The man has been found."

This was what he had hoped for, and after months of searching he finally found someone, but he couldn't be happier.It's not that Van Roy has never imagined Lan's situation, he has also thought about countless "worst" scenarios, and countless "battle plans" to rescue Lan, but this is too difficult for him.This is not a simulated battle game. For Lan, for him, winning or losing is life and death. Rather than saying that the risk is huge, it is better to say that the chances are slim.

And the alliance military capable of rescuing Lan can't be counted on.Not to mention that the military does not know how many ghosts of Bai Yue are hidden, and the military does not know what attitude the military has towards Lan regarding the genetic experiment. Said to save him.

Byrne took Van Roy into his arms and whispered, "He's still alive, so it's not the worst."

"But I don't know how to save him..."

"There will be a way. You give me half a day first, let me confirm one thing."

"Is it related to the person next to Lan?"

"Yes."

"He..." Looking at the situation in the video, Lan has been leaning on that person, except that Lan's own condition is not good, it seems that he has a certain degree of trust and dependence on that person, "Is he trustworthy?"

"...I believe him." This was the only answer Byrne could give Fan Roy.He believed in Locke, as a comrade in arms who lived and died together, and it was the trust that Byrne could bet his life on.

"okay I know."

"Go to sleep for a while?"

Fan Roy shook his head: "I can't sleep."

"Then I'll sit with you for a while."

"drink wine?"

Byrne kissed his forehead lightly, and said softly, "You can drink a little, but don't drink too much, okay?"

"Hmm." Fan Roy replied in a muffled voice. He didn't know how much is a little, and how much is too much. If he didn't finish a bottle and put himself in the hospital, it wouldn't be too much, would it?

Byrne didn't need to look at Fan Roy's expression to hear his perfunctory, couldn't help sighing, rubbed the back of his head, and took the bottle away with him.

Fan Roy followed Byrne into the kitchen, and Byrne poured some wine for Fan Roy and put it on the island, but he didn't give him the bottle: "Since you can't sleep, I'll make you a supper, wait for me for a while."

Fan Roy looked at the glass of wine on the table, and then raised his eyes that Byrne was already busy in the kitchen.He suddenly felt more at ease in his heart. He didn't know why. Compared with the whiskey in front of him, he actually began to look forward to the food that Byrne made. It seemed that there were no problems that a supper couldn't solve.

"What are you doing?" Fan Roy walked into the kitchen, watched Byrne take out a plate of things from the refrigerator, and asked casually.

"Cod. Marinated with Xijing Miso. I originally wanted to make it for today's lunch. It shouldn't be a big problem to marinate it for half a day."

"Xijing miso?" Fan Roy didn't know what it was, and the name probably meant a kind of Japanese sauce.

Byrne smiled and didn't explain much. He didn't intend to teach Fan Roy to cook, otherwise there would be no room for him.

"Would you like stew or scallops?"

Fan Roy watched Byrne open the refrigerator again to get the ingredients, he stared blankly at Byrne for a while before saying, "Is there too much?"

"Do it all, not much. Soon."

Byrne sprinkled the pre-processed scallops with cheese and a small amount of minced garlic and onion directly into the oven, making the stew easier. Carrots, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, and tofu were all put into the pressure cooker. Sauce, braised and stewed, when the scallops are roasted, the stew is almost ready to be cooked.

Byrne put the baked scallops and stew on the table first, turned around and sent the processed cod into the oven, set the temperature and time, and sat opposite Fan Roy.

"I don't know what appetizers to pair with whiskey. I thought that dishes with milky aroma and ocean flavor should not be too abrupt. Try it."

"...I didn't open that bottle of wine to taste wine." Although the wine is good, it is indeed a bit reckless for him to use it to relieve his worries.

"I know, but drinking so much hurts my stomach. I've done all the midnight snacks. Would you like to have a couple of bites?"

Van Roy nodded lightly, and took the bowl of stew that Byrne served him kindly.As a late night snack, it was an accompaniment to wine. This meal was too rich. As soon as Byrne put the baked scallops on the table, the aroma of milk hit his face, and Fan Luoy suddenly felt a little hungry.

When the miso black cod was on the table, Fan Roy's appetite had been completely opened up. The cod itself was smooth and tender, with a burnt aroma after being grilled. The unique sweetness of miso actually matched well with whiskey.

Alcohol can't relieve your worries, I hope supper can relieve your worries.

Fan Roy ate very slowly, and this supper was slowly soothing his mood.

In fact, the news Zhou Yi brought was not bad news, on the contrary, it made Fan Luoyi let go of his heart that had been suspended for several months, at least Lan was still alive.

Fan Roy took a sip of his wine, and suddenly asked Byrne, "If it's the Storm Team, can Lan be rescued?"

Byrne sighed and gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."

"You don't even know how many troops and combat capabilities Hess has, so you're so sure?"

Byrne lowered his eyes slightly: "The Storm Team will not fight unprepared."

The implication is that the Storm Group has the military information of Hesses, or as long as the Storm Group wants to, it can get the military information of Hesses.

"Then how can the storm group act?"

Byrne shook his head, no way.Even if Lan had a special status, the actions of the Storm Group could not be decided by just one or two people, and he couldn't give Fan Roy false expectations.

"Can it be done without the help of the military?"

Fan Luoyi began to think about it when he received Zhou Yi's call. He and Zhou Yi's individual combat ability must be better than Bai Yue's miscellaneous soldiers. Zhou Yi even passed the selection of the storm team, that is to say, driving He can do both mechs and shuttle ships, and if it's a last resort, Fan Roy should be able to do the same.

But in the face of an extreme terrorist organization like Bai Yue, how much chance does he have for success?

"No." Byrne reached out and snatched the wine glass from Fan Roy's hand, and knocked it on the table with a harsh and crisp sound. He seemed to be angry.

"War is not what you can imagine. It is far more cruel than any of your imaginations." Byrne took a deep breath, and finally held back, "You are not allowed to go."

Van Roy frowned and stared at Byrne.

Byrne clenched his fists, met Fan Roy's gaze, and said resolutely, "Counter-terrorism and rescuing hostages are not what you should do. You are not allowed to go." He knew what Fan Roy was thinking, he When Zhou Yijia proposed to "go to Hessia as a commoner", Byrne couldn't be more clear.But no matter how important Lan is to Fan Roy, even if it is his own father, it is impossible for Byrne to agree to the matter of sending him to his death for nothing.

The two were at a stalemate, neither speaking.

Byrne originally wanted to coax Fan Roy, but he couldn't hold back after all.

Van Roy's mood is clear to Byrne. He has been in the storm group for nearly five years, and he has been losing comrades in arms. Each of them is what Byrne desperately wants to save... He doesn't want Van Roy To face that kind of despair, it is even more impossible to imagine what would happen to Fan Roy if he was in danger.

Both Byrne and Van Roy knew that they could not convince each other, so they could only remain silent.

The midnight snack was getting colder, and half a bottle of whiskey was unknowingly missing.

Fan Roy sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the city that never sleeps, quietly waiting for the sunrise.

Byrne was still by his side, a thin blanket was covering the legs of the two of them, and the knees and legs that were attached together felt each other's temperature, which was not warm enough, and neither of them could bear the warmth.