World War I

Chapter 30 Nothing should happen tonight
Luo Ye spoke loudly like a leader, and ninety-nine percent of the special police burst into laughter, with only one person not laughing.

Brando, Michael showed him a kind understanding.

The fat chief was embarrassed, and the special police blatantly took Luo Ye into the forest to slap him in the face. That was a slap in his face, a slap in the face of him as the chief.

The harder he beat her, the more swollen the director's face became.

When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner first, let alone a police officer. These special police are such bastards.

Hearing the laughter, the fat director glared at them: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Be careful or you will be fired!"

The police from St. Petersburg laughed even more happily, especially Abrash, who laughed so hard that he covered his ears and cried out in pain.

Turgenev snorted coldly. His police rank was the same as that of the director.

Luo Ye was used to the arrogance of the special police. What he cared about was Yekalin's reaction. When Luo Ye spoke, looking at her mouth shape, it seemed that she said the word "idiot", or "fool", or even "madman".

When Yekalinan looked at him through the gaps in her long hair, Luo Ye suddenly thought of a witch.

I've seen weird looks, but never one as weird as this.

Isn't witch's blood sweeter? Ah, I'm possessed, damn shadow matter!
Some skills really seem unusable, and the summoning technique used by Luo Ye is clearly a symbol of dark power.

But now, he thought of the hateful Brother Ying again.

——Brother Ying, do I have the skill to observe astronomical phenomena?

——After your shadow matter increases to 50 grams, you can try it to see if you have talent in this area.

——How long will it take to increase to 50 grams?
——It depends on your operation.

——How to reach 50 grams as quickly as possible.

--kill.

Luo Ye's face suddenly became expressionless.

——Brother Ying, you are evil.

——How can anything not evil enter your body?

——Are you admitting that you are an evil substance?
——Don’t ask these underlying questions.

——You think I want to ask, I almost ate people, then let’s change the subject, after the shadow matter increases, can it be used to pick up girls.

——To use your own words, Generator, you are shameless.

A military Mi-8 helicopter appeared above the camp. After the helicopter landed, three special police officers with serious facial injuries were taken on board and taken away. They needed surgical treatment. One of the unlucky ones had his cheekbone fractured.

But Abrasha was very strong. He lost an ear, not an eye, and would not leave the front line even with a minor injury. He swore that if the skeleton ghost appeared, he would cut it into eight pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart and the shame of losing his ear.

The helicopter came and went in a hurry. It took about five minutes from landing to taking off again. Luo Ye wanted to suggest that the helicopter stay overnight, but he didn't even have the right to make a suggestion now.

Andre seemed calm and composed.

Turgenev was ambitious and he was eagerly awaiting the release of product number one.

The researcher was not good at disguising himself, and the worry on his face became increasingly obvious.

Andre looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Andre and Dr. Stein must be doing something shady, Chief, what do you think?"

After the fat director arrived at the base, he was always at Andre's beck and call, treating his orders as imperial decrees and not daring to disobey them at all. Tonight, Andre was alone, reading quietly, and no one knew what book he was reading.

The director had a rare moment of peace and quiet, and he stayed with Luo Ye, the two of them sitting by the campfire.

"I'm also a wounded soldier, Chief. I deserve to be picked up by a helicopter."

"Luo Ye, your injuries are healing too quickly. This is abnormal. Be careful not to be taken away for further testing."

Luo Ye also found it strange. After being slapped more than a dozen times in the face, it would take at least ten days or half a month for the face to recover to its original state. But in just one day, the swelling disappeared by more than half and the pain in the face was gone.

Compared to those special police officers whose faces were disfigured by kitchen knives, Luo Ye was already very lucky.

"Want a bite?"

Luo Ye took the bottle and took a sip. "It tastes good, Director. I didn't know your collection is so good."

The fat chief narrowed his eyes, looked at Andre's tent, and said, "Were you just making a fuss yesterday, or are you born with the ability to warn others?" "I think I was born with it, Chief. Thank you for protecting me."

"You are my subordinate. If I don't protect you, who should I protect? Those guys in St. Petersburg will be in trouble."

"Director, you want to—"

"what are you thinking."

"Andre and Dr. Stein must have concealed a lot of facts. They know Product No. 1 best, and they downplayed its dangers. Director, you should speak out."

The fat director looked at Luo Ye meaningfully.

"I was wrong, I was wrong again?"

Tonight was the first time that Luo Ye took a close look at the fat director. He was a ruthless man, at least he must be a ruthless man when he was young.

His dark blue eyes were restrained, hidden in his fat oval face. If you look closely at the muscles on his face, you can see some fat. It may be because he is old and his muscles are loose, so you can't see the original direction of his facial muscles.

"You are indeed wrong, kid. The person who truly understands Product No. 1 is neither Ste nor Andre."

"Who is that?"

The director's palm was as big and thick as a palm-leaf fan, and the wine bottle seemed small and delicate in his hand.

"You have the innate ability to predict the future, so you can try it."

Luo Ye pinched his chin and pulled out a beard. "Director, although this area is under the jurisdiction of the Kursk Town Police Department, you are their direct supervisor. You must know that Product One is causing trouble. Any case involving Product One is a major case. Could it be that you are the person who knows Product One best?"

"You're wasting your talent being an ordinary police officer. You could be a member of the Russian Investigative Committee, Luo Ye."

The director handed over the bottle of wine again, and Luo Ye took three sips.

"You're right. The person who knows Product No. 1 best is—this Director. What a sin, what a fucking sin, what a sin."

"Can you tell me more about it? It must be a long story, right? Your expression is so straightforward, and it seems particularly vicissitudes of life."

Knuckles snatched the bottle and said with a smile, "Don't spread this nonsense. This is an order!"

"Roger that, sir. Based on your understanding of Product One, what will he do next?"

Knuckles closed his eyes, "Listen, he's coming."

Luo Ye suddenly looked back, and saw nothing.

"You're such a coward. Let me tell you this, this is just the beginning. Yes, it's just the beginning. Something's going to happen in Siberia, something big. At least, I mean at least, at least a major case is going to happen in Kursk. Starting from Kursk, all of Siberia will be in chaos, and the Americans will also be in chaos. How can these two things come together? It's strange, strange. We will be exhausted. Those who should be punished will definitely be punished, just like me, people like me."

"Director, you're drunk, aren't you? What's the meaning of these two things coming together?"

"Yes, I'm drunk. I'm going to bed. Good night."

"You don't seem worried at all about Product One suddenly appearing. Director, your mindset has reached a supreme state."

"Stop flattering me. Everyone will die one day. If you can't avoid it, why hide from me?"

The director's fat body squeezed into the small single tent. Luo Ye was really worried that he would tear a big hole in the tent when he turned around.

Irina suddenly appeared behind Luo Ye.

"The Chief looks lonely, doesn't he?"

"I kind of feel like he's a man with a story, a fascinating story. Why don't you take a break?"

"I can't sleep because I'm worried about the release of product number one."

The crescent moon rose slowly from the east. The forest became gloomy and uncertain in the moonlight, and there was not a trace of wind around.

The shadows of the abandoned and decaying base and the shadows of the forest are mixed together, creating a scene of apocalyptic night.

"It's so quiet."

"The dark clouds in the sky are gone, not a single one."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. Go take a shower and go to bed. Everything should be fine tonight."

(End of this chapter)