Human dimension reduction

The captain of the sea lion commando held the heavy garden shears and looked around furtively. His team members scattered in several directions. After noticing the captain's line of sight, they all raised their hands secretly to express "safety!" " Thumbs up.

"Cough cough."

The burly blond man cleared his throat posturing and flashed a good-natured eight-toothed grin—a grin that made him look like an idiot farmer from a rural Kansas farm, even for some reason. The reason is that his over-stretched expression of goodwill made this smile so stupid that it was a bit unbearable to look directly at.

"It's a beautiful day today, isn't it?" An all-purpose safe opener.

Very good, you have taken the first step to success, Dawson gave himself a boost in his heart.

The Sea Lion commando is one of the best special forces teams of the Bald Eagle, and is very popular among the Bald Eagles who are keen on individual heroism. Each member of the team is selected from various troops and is familiar with the operations of various military branches. method, it can be called a master of ten.

After the appearance of the black hole, the sea lion commando entered the black hole as the first batch of special personnel. The members successively obtained supernatural powers. In order to expand the scale of conscription, the Bald Eagle tried to make this team a star team and spread it around. Posters and advertisements for conscription were placed all over the streets, which directly increased the enlistment rate by several percentage points.

They spend most of their time on missions in their own country, but this time the black hole in Paris was a big deal. For various considerations, this team that has been applauded in the country finally stepped out for the first time. As the captain of the country, Dawson is under a lot of psychological pressure. He is eager to make some great achievements to prove his strength, instead of relying on publicity to create a shining image like in China——

He wants to be a hero, a well-deserved hero!Just like in a superhero movie, save the world from evil villains!Seriously, what boy with a bald eagle hasn't had a dream like this as a kid?

But they are different, they really have a chance to make their dreams come true!

But... Seriously, before receiving this order from the president, the members of the entire Sea Lion Commando never thought that the clue to complete the mission could be so close to them!

The special forces have a set of accurate and efficient face recognition methods, so when they saw the young gardener who suddenly appeared in the garden, the whole team was stunned.

Even if he turns into ashes, they will still recognize him. This is one of the key figures marked on the files—Edward, the head member of the Heresy Arbitration Tribunal, codenamed "King" in the files.

The members of the Sea Lion commando team are all proficient in military skills, but when it comes to history, they can only stare blankly. After arriving in the black hole in Paris, they made a short-term contact with the outside world through a member's supernatural power , accepted the advice of external experts, half of the members joined the guard under the National Assembly, and half of the members were led by the captain to come to Fontainebleau Palace through labor recruitment.

If it weren't for the recent upsurge in human activity, many servants of the royal family have resigned, and they would have been unable to grab the gardener's job. Just like this, a team member ran into a maid on the street... Dawson thought sourly , He also has a strong figure and eight-pack abs, tall and long legs, strong muscles, and the most popular bronze skin. Why did that woman only take a fancy to Jim?It can be seen that women always prefer a little boy...

Stop and stop, in short, when they used their identities as gardeners to secretly explore the situation of Fontainebleau Palace and collect more information, suddenly one day, a big pie code-named "King" appeared in front of them.

The sea lion commando was nervous for a moment, and tried every means to follow the "king" and inquire about his news. Finally, they found out that although the "king" was nominally the younger brother of the queen's headmaid and came here to be a gardener, in fact he was a day older. Most of the time was spent in the castle, and Dawson sent Jim to set the scene, only to realize that the "king" always stayed in the queen's room to chat with the queen.

"Her Majesty seems to like Christine's younger brother very much, and sometimes she will give him snacks that can only be enjoyed by kings, but this is also understandable, if I have such a lovely, innocent, gentle, and knowledgeable like a noble gentleman Funny brother, I will also like him very much." Said the maid.

Oh my God, listen to what this woman has to say, lovely, innocent, gentle!

Dawson was in awe of these adjectives.

In the government's secret files, the "King" is a sinister, cunning and scheming person. "Don't underestimate it because of its appearance and age, or you will pay a heavy price." At the end of the file, some experts left Such a word of warning.

After repeated deliberation, deliberation, and countless meetings within the team, they finally decided to try to contact the target character "King".

"Yes, the weather is fine. The daisies planted in the greenhouse yesterday should be able to grow smoothly." To Dawson's surprise, the "king" didn't jump up like an offended Tyrannosaurus rex and spit fire at him or Unscrewing his head or something - he was already prepared for his parents to receive his terrible body - but like a normal person, he answered his greeting gently and calmly.

"Ah..." Dawson was happy for his survival for two seconds, pretending to be a good gardener, and raised his chin in the direction of the castle, "I said, do you often go there? There are kings and queens living in it Have you seen them? Are they the same as the rumors, they look very dignified, and there are many clothes made of jewels?"

He played a rough and bold man with a lot of carelessness and curiosity.

Unlike Dawson who can only weed in the garden, the "king" has never just cut a bunch of flowers in the garden, and then can spend a lot of time chatting with the queen in the castle-of course, as a low-status gardener , Dawson shouldn't know what he did inside.

The "King" cut off a Josephine rose, raised his head and looked at the colleague who suddenly spoke to him, his eyes carefully wandered past the other's face, Dawson's smile was unnaturally stiff on his face, for To hide his embarrassment, he raised his hand and scratched his face.

"I've seen the queen, but I haven't met Her Majesty the King. Her Majesty the Queen is very..." He thought about his words, and said softly, "That is a very pious, gentle, and resolute noble woman."

"Oh..." Dawson took this sentence to heart, and their conversation was to be reported verbatim afterwards, "and the clothes? Lots of gems and pearls? My God, I can't imagine, will it be heavy? Can’t walk? Of course, I heard that they have maids who can help lift skirts.”

The teenager seemed to be interested in this question, and patiently explained: "I don't often wear clothes like this..."

Dawson didn't listen carefully to the words behind him. The captain of the Sea Lion commando was thinking of how to ask for more information about the target person. The eyes of the outside world were focused on the Paris black hole. The confrontation scene of the Yan Council in front of the black hole in Paris was also submitted by eyewitnesses in a detailed written report, and all countries knew that the two organizations competed around the black hole in Paris. As for the content and method of the competition, What, no one knows yet, and that's one of the most important parts.

Is there something like a target that can invade reality in the black hole of Paris?Does it belong to parliament or to an arbitral tribunal?How did you decide where you belong?If the purpose of the two organizations entering the black hole has anything to do with it, is it possible for humans to guess...

The creatures in these black holes are not born with a tendency to belong, and humans can also try to fight for them, making them weapons and escort swords for humans?

This guess is arrogant and bold, but it is very tempting. The task of the sea lion commando is heavy, and there is such a thing: to detect creatures that may become "targets", try to contact them, and increase their goodwill towards humans; if not, do your best Search for the "target", and track and detect all its behaviors at any cost, so that humans can learn from it and imitate it.

The young man cut off a snow-white rose again, observed the curled petals, put it into the large bouquet in his arms, and ended his fashion science: "Thank you for chatting with me, what should I do?" I went to meet Her Majesty the Queen, the story I prepared for her ended yesterday, today—"

His words were instantly submerged in a burst of piercing screams, and the whole castle seemed to be soaked in a pot of boiling water. The faces of the running servants were full of panic and panic, and they were so messed up that they couldn't stop talking about specific syllables and content Shouts were heard everywhere, some knelt on the ground and chanted the name of the Lord aloud, while others grabbed the most valuable ornaments around them, trying to escape from the Palace of Fontainebleau in the chaos.

The guards guarding the door vigilantly clenched their matchlock spears, aimed their guns at the gate of Fontainebleau Palace, and sternly shouted at the flustered servants, ordering them to go back to their rooms immediately.

Amidst the uproar, Dawson clenched the gardening scissors in his hand in astonishment, and subconsciously—although he knew that this was not in line with his identity and personality at the moment, but after a while he was glad he did so—in his arms The expression of the "king" holding the bouquet did not change in the slightest, the buzzing lips opened and closed, and the voice was drowned in the chaotic screams. Dawson still "heard" this sentence with his mouth: "--today is the result of acceptance It's time."

He watched the chaos as if he were watching a random, uninteresting drama, with people crying and bleeding, terrified of the vicissitudes of fate, and he was still critically examining whether there were any details that made him dissatisfied.

The group of fat and strong men standing in the garden quickly attracted the attention of the guards. The guards pointed their guns at them, ordered them to put down their weapons, lined up to enter the servants' room, and locked them all in a small, dark room. Here, the servant's room is facing the stables, and the half window is facing the kitchen of the luxurious and magnificent Fontainebleau Palace, where the voices of the full-fledged cooks can be heard in the kitchen.

Then they heard the 250-pound cook swearing and being locked in the same room next door.

"Don't touch my mother's ham! You uneducated bastards! Didn't your old mother teach you not to disturb your mother when they are cooking!" the cook growled angrily.

Dawson and his teammates looked at each other for a while, and everyone's eyes fell on the straw bed in the corner intentionally or unintentionally.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed teenager sat on it, with the freshly cut roses still on his lap.

When the guards maintained order, because they were all standing together, they simply regarded them as a bunch and stuffed them into the same room.

What a...terrible and wonderful idea.

Dawson secretly commented in his heart.

"What the hell happened?! No matter how bad things are, people have to eat! I prepared desserts for His Majesty the King. If there is no dessert I prepared on the table, do you think you can keep your nasty empty eyes?" head!"

After being locked up for most of the day without any change, the cook next door became anxious. She shook the railing of the window and yelled at a passing guard in the creaking soundtrack.

"Then guess if your Majesty the King is still lucky enough to eat your dessert." The guard stopped and replied coldly.

The cook was stunned.

The members of the sea lion commando next door were also stunned.

They were not interested in the life and death of a king in the black hole, but... they secretly glanced at the expression of the "king" out of the corner of their eyes, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything.

"Do you want to go out?" Dawson asked abruptly.

The direction of his words was obvious, the others didn't say a word, they sat around the wall and began to complain, quietly leaving the space in the corner for the two of them.

The "King" plucked the stamens of the rose with his fingers: "Why should I go out? I don't know what's going on outside, but it's quite safe here."

Dawson hesitated for a moment, then tried to speak more clearly: "I mean...you don't seem suitable to stay here all the time...I mean, if you want to go out, I can help you."

He figured it out, the "King" must not be bored as a gardener at the Palace of Fontainebleau, and today's chaos must have something to do with him, no matter what the reason is, the Sea Lion Commando must find a way to understand this matter The insider, even as the "king's" helper, even if he doesn't have a ticket, he still has to sit on the sidelines.

Only by seeing enough can you know what these black hole creatures are doing.

The "King" crushed a petal casually, and said in a somewhat irresistible tone, "Since you are so active, then take me out."

It sounded like I was coaxing my youngest son out of bed, and Dawson stood up, muttering, "So what's the next step when we're out?"

The "King" raised his face, glanced at him, and smiled strangely: "After you go out? Give it a try... Let this be the center of sight for the entire Paris."

The author has something to say:

Edward: Let's - be the center of the world!

Dawson: [Waving the light stick vigorously]