Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Huang Liming entertained the guests nervously, his peripheral vision passed by Goode sitting in the third row from time to time, wondering what this mysterious guy wanted to do.

At this time, Huang Liming regretted being lured into the urn by Gude at the beginning. The benefits he got were not many, at best, some advanced technologies, and he got less and less. The industry has been suppressed, and in the recent period, there has been no technology at all. But he got deeper and deeper.

Huang Hengzhan was still chatting and laughing with the guests, but Huang Liming couldn't help but twitch. Gude's eyes occasionally looked in the direction of the door sinisterly, which made Huang Liming feel sorry for him.

Suddenly, Goode stood up and walked out the door.

Huang Liming said I'm sorry to the two guests on the opposite side, followed quickly, and secretly took out his mobile phone. Gude's attitude towards him has turned into a threat, so Huang Liming will naturally not do his best.

A boy wearing a baseball cap walked in first, and behind him were several big men in suits and leather shoes. They followed Goode around the rose-curled arch and scattered around, like normal guests.

Huang Liming looked around, pulled Huang Jianxuan over, and said, Xiao Liu, do you know the one with the baseball cap?

How could I know that kind of idiot. Huang Jianxuan took a glance, pulled off his suit, and said in a pose: He is really stupid when he comes to the banquet to wear a baseball cap and sweatpants. He thinks he is something ?”

Huang Liming licked his lips, worried that if he kept looking at the other party, he would be discovered. He turned around and took a photo with his mobile phone, then zoomed in on the pixels and said, This guy still has a tattoo on his head.

Huang Jianxuan said carelessly: Whatever he does, if you don't like it, just find a security guard to fork him out. Let's go, let's find some good wine to drink?

I hid two bottles of Burgundy red wine over there in the wine cabinet. 95-year-old Conte George, go tell the bartender and ask him to bring it to you. Spirit.

Huang Jianxuan didn't pay attention to Huang Liming's face, and said with a smile: Why isn't it Bordeaux red wine?

You know Bordeaux. Huang Liming waved his hand, still looking at the baseball boy.

At about the same time, Huang Xuan had just talked with Ruochan Meimei and Galadia, and Lorraine said again: A traveler entered

Xindi spies? The ghosts linger. Huang Xuan commented, but didn't take it to heart.

The party goes on as usual.

Song Zha walked around the venue with a few space-time warriors. Goode resumed his position.

This is an open banquet, and the location is Huang Hengzhan's garden on the outskirts of the city. People separated in twos and threes. Barbecues and picnics are the staple food today, and unlimited red wine and champagne are provided. Although some people paid close attention to the outlandish clothes of the leader Song Zha, no one went up to stop them. The initiators of the banquet were Huang Liming and Huang Hengzhan father and son, and it was their job to greet the guests.

Several space-time fighters in black or gray suits spread out along the garden, and each of them held a sufficient amount of explosives in their hands—absolutely advanced technology that does not respond to energy.

Isaac put his hands in front of his hips, stood near Zhang Xinyi and Huang Qunsheng, staring at the surroundings, and he quickly noticed the space-time warriors. Obviously, their performance was very different from those who attended the banquet.

The space-time fighters were very careful in their movements, but when they were about to complete the circle around the field, Isaac called two bodyguards over, and he led the other two forward, blocking in front of a space-time warrior, saying: : H, mind to talk to us?

The stopped space-time warrior stuck something that looked like gel in his hand on the flower bed, and then drew out his weapon, and Isaac also quickly wanted to draw his gun out. But his speed couldn't be faster than the space-time warrior - the person next to him kicked him over in an instant.

Song Zha blasted the ground with a beam of energy, and shouted: Root! Everyone stay still.

The space-time fighters quickly drew out their strangely shaped weapons. Goode leaned toward a crowded place. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Obviously, Song Zha's traveler authority allows him to carry enough energy to resist one or two attacks, and the space-time warriors can perfectly control the field. A well-planned operation, but since it is operated by a senior traveler, there is no reason why it should not be successful.

Zios are powerful, but space-time warriors with a small amount of energy are even stronger.

Song Zha smiled at the screaming people. Looking up into the air, he said, Oh. Your Excellency the base, please tell Mr. Huang Xuan. We want to talk to him.

After finishing speaking, Song Zha jumped onto the table and said loudly: Gentlemen of the Huang family, please be quiet. There is nothing special. You have seen the current situation. Please men to the left and ladies to the right, and listen to us. There will be no problem with the orders of the locals, do you understand what I said? I have learned it on purpose... Oh, it is called Chinese here.

Then another space-time warrior who had learned English repeated Song Zha's words.

Zhang Xinyi and Huang Qunsheng looked at each other. They both heard Song Zha mention Huang Xuan, and the Huang family, who already knew about plane travel, probably guessed what happened.

A zio tried to resist, but was immediately shot by two weapons. Their effects were different. The zio showed a strange color and smelled like a barbecue grill.

Isaac yelled, calmed down immediately, and said loudly in unproficient Chinese: Do as they say.

The bodyguards lost the opportunity to use their weapons. It seemed that there were explosives all around. Isaac carefully put the pistol on the ground, and then walked away, saying: What language do you know? I can speak Hebrew and English, and a little French. A little Chinese.

Song Zha glanced at Isaac with a smile, and said, You want to know where I come from? Then I can tell you, among the several languages ​​you speak, I can speak English and Chinese.

His answer wasn't helpful at all.

Huang Liming covered his face and squatted on the ground. He almost understood the whole story. Although he didn't understand it thoroughly, it was enough to make him feel uncomfortable to death.

Huang Xuan received the news very quickly, and was stunned for a moment.

Sangbi said quickly: Close the plane channel.

It's closed. Lorraine finished, There must be travelers to defend the plane passage.

Huang Xuan said at this time: Takim, you come to block the plane passage.

Okay. Takim didn't know the situation clearly, so he agreed.

Huang Xuan murmured: Lorraine, I thought it would be safe with you here.

But not senior travelers, I warn you there are travelers arriving..

Huang Xuan patted his forehead and said, There are always travelers arriving.

Lorraine did not answer, but released the situation of the banquet hall. Song Zha did not block the energy temptation, and deliberately piled a few bombs on the table in the middle.

Sangbi said tut-tsk: These bombs can blow up the surrounding 5 kilometers to the ground.

That's not the same as the atomic bomb on Hiroshima.

Almost. Sangby replied indifferently.

Zuo Fei and Zhao Zhou didn't know much, but they both knew that the lord's relatives and friends had been kidnapped, so they were careful not to speak.

Dian Wei said boldly, Just go up and chop them off.

Huang Xuan continued to slap his forehead, put away the sigh he was about to let out, and said, Lorraine, I remember that the spy belongs to the Space-Time Administration. Craig dares to conspire with the Green Pine Family?

The spies of the administration brought Song Zha in. Lorraine answered incompletely.

They're really tight on time. Huang Xuan said with some doubts. Craig is a member of the management bureau. If he wants to influence low-level spies, he has to pass many people, and he is a member of the five races. As a guard, what he is doing now can be said to be a big violation of the rules, no matter what kind of rules it is.

After a while, Huang Xuan lowered his voice and said, How are you all?

Except for one bodyguard.

Huang Xuan felt relieved and looked around. Of course Zuo Fei and Zhao Zhou didn't dare to speak on such an important issue. Fitzgerald and Takim made a gesture of completing their duties. As for Dian Wei, Huang Xuan selectively forgot.

The three girls were all at the banquet hall, Song Zha blocked the energy communication, and a single contact was impossible.

Connect to Songzha. Huang Xuan took a deep breath and tried to maintain a good mental state. He has experienced many thrilling things and wandered on the edge of life and death several times, but his mentality is still good.

The energy screen flickered for a moment, showing Song Zha's face. Huang Xuan's face was sullen, and the corner of his mouth twitched: Mr. Song, I thought we were friends.

On the standpoint of the Norman family, we are friends. Song Zha smiled, threw his ridiculous baseball cap on the ground, and said with tattoos: There is no Guy here, and you have become the new director of the Administration. Wu Clan Shu, I think we are no longer friends.

After finishing speaking, Song Zha stepped back and said: I let you see the situation here. I brought two pieces of energy storage equipment, which can resist many energy attacks. There are enough explosives nearby to cause space-time shocks. I think We can have a good talk on the premise that we are not friends.

What do you want? Huang Xuan could only ask.

There is no one else on p112, so I'll just say it straight. Song Zha smiled falsely and said, How about being loyal to the Lvsong family?.