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But when these two sat together, it gave the little tiger a very strange feeling. It was as if two old lechers were sitting across from him, criticizing him, just like those delinquent students on Longmen Street. If Old Chen and Old Xia each had a cigarette in their mouths, it would be even more like that.

Especially when the two of them, without knowing who started it, began shaking their legs—one with their right foot and the other with their left—what would be called a couple's resemblance in other people, but in these two…

How should I put it? It's kind of like, "Today I swear brotherhood with Brother Chen!"

"Hey, what are you doing sitting here? Go over to your fiancée's side!" Old Chen finally realized something was wrong. The little tiger across from them was staring straight at them, and she thought the other party might be jealous.

Actually, the little tiger resumed her ladylike sitting posture and stared straight at the two of them because when the two of them sat together, she had the illusion that she might have accidentally exposed herself.

“That’s true…” After a dozen seconds of mental preparation, Old Xia switched to Little Tiger’s side. Now it was Shi Huaiya’s turn to get nervous, and she started to tremble slightly. “I, I’ll go get some food,” Little Tiger stood up, but then his legs gave way and he fell back down with a thud.

Q: As a mature man with normal libido and high libido, what is your first reaction to a soft, warm woman throwing herself into your arms? Of course, it's instinctive to grab her.

Before him was honey-gold hair, a faint fragrance of a woman lingering in the air, and a warm body temperature that seeped through her thin clothes. She was so soft that she seemed boneless, just as Bao Ge'er had said, "Girls are made of water and flesh." This was especially true for Little Tiger, whose whole body went limp after being hugged like this.

Her face flushed red as if it were burning, but being so close to him, the scent of a mature man made her feel like something was off.

Especially since Old Xia wasn't bad-looking, his tail instinctively found the nearest thing and wrapped itself around it tightly.

"Uh..." Old Xia felt something soft, furry, yet incredibly powerful wrap around his waist. He looked down and saw the tip of the tiger-striped tail twitching in front of him. "This..."

The second question is, what is the normal human reaction and action when you see a feline, especially a snow leopard, with a large tail wagging and swaying in front of you?

Of course, you should grab her and give her a good rub!

"Eek!" Tears welled up in the little tiger's eyes, and the last ounce of strength supporting its body vanished. And this was the scene that Swire's mother saw when she entered:

Swire, blushing, nestled in Old Xia's arms, its tail wrapped around his waist. Old Xia held it in his hand and rubbed it a couple of times, seemingly finding the fluffy, smooth, and soft texture quite pleasant, which made the little tiger make strange noises.

"Ahem, sorry to bother you, Nephew Chen. What are you looking at here? Your uncle is looking for you."

The other person considerately closed the door and pulled Old Chen away, leaving the two of them alone. The atmosphere became even more awkward, even tinged with a... pinkish haze.

Wait, there really is fog!? After smelling a slightly sour smell, Lao Xia released the little tiger's tail, picked her up by the waist, and sprang up from the chair. "Cough cough cough—" The venue was filled with fog, making it difficult for people to open their eyes and causing them to cough incessantly.

"Tear gas!" The little tiger jumped down, kicked off her high heels, revealing her white little feet on the ground, and tore open her skirt to make it easier to move around.

Although her face still had a slight blush of shyness, her expression had returned to Officer Swire's serious demeanor.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" "No!" came the confident reply, but she then picked up the piano used to create atmosphere on one side of the room with one hand. "I'll use this."

"Uh..." Old Xia silently put away the pistol he was about to hand out. Carrying a gun with you is really a good habit.

"Who could be launching an attack at this time?" Old Xia has many enemies, but none of them would dare to attack Longmen, let alone launch an attack at the engagement ceremony of Longmen Taigu Group and another group.

"Tsk, it's probably a problem with my father's side..." Clearly, they weren't targeting the two of them, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen this moment to strike. "Hey... Swire, are you alright?" Old Chen used Crimson Sky to clear away the smoke, grabbed a string of protective masks, and rushed over, throwing one at each of them.

"Cough cough cough, thankfully, the smoke here isn't too heavy, and the smoke source isn't here."

The little tiger coughed as he put on his gas mask, and so did Old Xia. However, before putting on the mask, he spoke with the white rabbit for a short while.

"My men are already on their way to provide support. Where is your Guard Bureau?"

"Fifteen minutes later, they're stuck in traffic, taking a detour. 'Longmen swear words,' this is definitely premeditated. However, they really picked the wrong day."

Old Chen muttered a curse under his breath, "Because Old Wei is here."

"Commander Wei?"

"Here's a piece of advice: if Lao Wei talks to you about cooperation or friendship, just ignore him. But when it comes to fighting and swordsmanship, you can't go wrong with him." Lao Chen flipped the Crimson Sky sword over, changing her grip from a backhand to a fronthand grip. She was ready to show off her real skills.

Outside, "Big sister, here's your weapon!" A member of the Yeti Squad pulled a military weapon case from the trunk and tossed it over. Frostnova completed the assembly in less than a minute.

"Everyone spread out! One small group will guard the surrounding entrances, while the rest of you will flank from both sides. Wear your protective gear and don't linger in combat. Finding Lao Xia is our top priority!"

"understand!"

"Protecting VIPs... It's a good thing we did some targeted training beforehand, otherwise we would have been in big trouble."

Chapter Twenty-One: Don't Speak Victorian

Chapter 21

The venue was shrouded in thick smoke from tear gas and smoke bombs, and guests on the periphery were constantly fleeing the venue.

However, the people in the lounge and lobby were forced to retreat to the relatively safer storage room due to the dense tear gas.

"Rip—" Mrs. Swire tore open the hem of her long dress, smoothed her hair which was a little messy from fleeing the tear gas-covered area, and pulled out a spare bottle of champagne from a box on the ground, which was used to set up a champagne tower.

He padded the bottle with weight in his palm, tossed it upwards, grabbed the bottle by the spout with his right hand, and held it upside down, looking like a street fighter. It was clear at a glance that he was an expert in street brawls.

"Is your wife still the same as always?"

"After my daughter was born, she became much more restrained..." Tiger gave a wry smile. Most of the delinquent girls in Terra were full of martial spirit. Just think about General Winter, who led a group of high school students into battle at the age of 16, and you'll understand what kind of fighting power the delinquent girls in Terra had.

"I wonder what Lao Wei is doing?"

"Tch, there's no need to worry about that old bug. He's better than anyone else at fighting." Tiger rolled up his sleeves, chopped a long wooden strip in half with one hand, turning it into a simple wooden spear. This was still a slight advantage over fighting bare-handed.

Meanwhile, amidst the smoke, a small squad of Sarkaz mercenaries, shrouded in protective gear, cautiously advanced in a standard search formation, carrying guns and crossbows, occasionally checking the identities of those who had been overcome by the smoke and failed to escape in time.

These people were dressed in full military gear, but were black market products without any markings. The firearms were stolen goods from Lataran (that's where the W and Cathead guns came from). The protective gear was leftover stock of the same product ordered by Ursus. Even the gas masks were "destroyed products" from the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

"Has it been found?"

"No……"

"Keep searching!" The mercenary, who had just stood up from his half-squatting position, saw a huge, dark creature burst through the smoke and fly out. It only had time to roll to one side and scatter before it could warn its teammates behind it.

"Bang!" The black piano crashed onto the table, shattering into countless pieces. Before anyone could even feel relieved that it hadn't hit anyone, a petite figure swiftly shifted positions and approached. "Stop her!"

The crossbow bolt was deflected by a wine bottle, and the small, rounded knee slammed into the face of the foremost mercenary, sending him sprawling backward. The weight and impact caused the back of his head to hit the ground hard, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

The little tiger, as if it were a real feline, rolled half a turn on the ground and leaped up, smashing a bottle on another mercenary's head. Crimson wine streamed down his face, indistinguishable between wine and blood. The shattered bottle was then plunged into his throat, pinning him to the ground.

The last mercenary, half-lying on the ground, raised his gun and aimed at the little tiger, who had almost no defensive equipment. At this distance, she absolutely could not react in time, nor could she possibly block the power of the etching bullet.

Just as everyone was lamenting that such a beautiful young woman was about to be blown to pieces by the etching bomb, the mercenary's head exploded, followed by several bursts of blood.

"Phew, caught up. You were too fast." Old Xia couldn't keep up with Little Tiger's speed at all. Fortunately, he had also received paramilitary training and had some skill in handling firearms. "It's okay, he can't hurt me." Little Tiger showed off the silver-plated dinner knife he was holding between his fingers.

“I rarely fight, but I am a professionally trained officer of the Lungmen Guard Bureau. As for you… although I can see that you have received some training, you obviously lack practical experience.”

"Yes..." The most practical experience comes from hunting reindeer and bears; few Covenant Army officers are trained in combat skills.

Because they may never have seen what a battlefield looks like in their entire lives, even though they have fought quite a few battles.

Moreover, even the combat skills of the Covenant's ground special forces are based on wearing professional military powered armor. Are you afraid of punches that can "shatter the void"?

“These people are… Sarkaz? Non-infected?” Swire pulled down their masks and even removed their upper protective suits to check for crystals on their skin. “What are these demons up to now? They’re probably mercenaries.”

"That makes sense. Which way should we go now?"

"Go wherever there's movement..."

"Don't run away or call the police?"

"Hmm?" Swire turned her head and glanced at him sideways. "I'm a police officer. Oh, right, you seem to be a civilian. How about I escort you out first?"

"No need, I'll go with you. Since they dared to launch a surprise attack, there must be people waiting outside to meet us and lie in ambush." ​​Old Xia thought for a moment, "It's safer to stay with you."

As a marksman, being with such an agile, close-range guard does indeed provide a much greater sense of security. Most importantly, Swire's senses are far more acute than his own, making him safer in this environment than he would be on his own.

On the other side, a blue dragon skimmed across the ground, its sharp blade slicing across the thigh of a mercenary who was still standing with his back to it and hadn't even reacted yet. Just as the mercenary collapsed from the sudden pain, a hand pressed down on the back of his head and slammed it against the ground. "Undress complete!"

Old Chen also checked the man's appearance and equipment. It was Rupert, while the one he had previously killed was Sarkaz. It seemed he was indeed a mercenary.

"Clang!" Chi Xiao parried a crossbow bolt. The crimson sword shadow spun in front of him, deflecting bolts one after another. The azure dragon rushed into the direction from which the bolts came. The three mercenaries were hurriedly nocking the crossbow. Seeing a melee fighter break through, they decisively abandoned the crossbow and drew the curved sword from their waist.

"Shatter!" With a soft shout, shattered blades scattered and flew everywhere. Chi Xiao pierced through the mercenary's armor, almost splitting him in two. The long legs shrouded in a blue gauze skirt kicked the mercenary next to him away. The latter didn't even have time to see the scenery under the skirt before Chi Xiao picked up and threw a curved blade that pierced through him.

"Die!" If you're not spread out when fighting three people, the biggest problem is that you can only attack two at a time (so block 2.jpg). The third blade reached behind Old Chen, but it struck Chi Xiao's scabbard instead. The curved blade and scabbard made a creaking sound, making it difficult to break through. The second sword that followed ended his life.

"We need to find where the others are hiding quickly. How long until reinforcements arrive? What!? Another 15 minutes? [Longmen Swearing], you guys are... [Longmen Swearing]!" Old Chen slammed the silent communicator to the ground.

It broke down at a critical moment, and coupled with the "Guards Department-made" gas masks on these people's faces, she decided to go back and thoroughly investigate the department in charge of equipment and logistics.

If Lao Xia's team is playing a stealthy raid style, hunting each other in the smoke, then Skadi's team on the outside is playing a Rainbow Six Siege style.

"Cease fire!" The mercenary captain in charge of the ambush raised his right hand. The small square in front of him was a mess, and the woman who had killed several of his brothers who were on guard duty outside was nowhere to be seen.

Seven or eight rapid-fire guns loaded with etched ammunition fired in a crossfire; even an iron man would be reduced to dust. "Sniper, seal off the front door. Don't let any reinforcements in until the mission is complete."

“Kazdel and Sargon?” Skadi, hanging outside the room with one hand, tilted her head. “Never mind, don’t overthink it, just kill them all.”

She grabbed the cable in her hand and slammed it outwards like a pendulum, crashing heavily into the window blocked by debris. Amidst flying shards and the sentry's screams, the molten greatsword sliced ​​through the shield blocking her way.

"Bang!" The Deep Sea Hunter's lack of expertise in ranged weapons didn't mean he wouldn't use them. Sixty-six iron lead bullets sent the stunned mercenary flying. This was Yelena's short-barreled electric shotgun, which she had taken from her; the gun even had cute bunny stickers on it.

He cleared the area with two shots, then threw the gun like a boomerang, tripping a third person. Before they could get up, the greatsword fell and severed their necks.

Breaking down doors, demolishing walls, and launching a vertical assault, Skadi swiftly eliminated one obstacle after another, clearing rooms and advancing almost in a straight line towards the back of the arena.

On the other side of the venue, the style was the standard Call of Duty: Future Warfare style.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The electromagnetic crossbows sprayed out a rain of arrows as the exoskeleton-clad Yeti squads rapidly advanced through the streets littered with debris and ruins, leaping forward in groups of three or two, providing cover for each other.

Among them, the heavily armored Yetis, clad in power armor, had already shouldered the molten cannon and rapidly moved into the pre-designated firing position with a speed unlike that used in exercises.

Crossbow bolts, etching bullets, Originium grenades, and spells crisscrossed the air, constantly creating cracks and craters in buildings and the ground. The flying shrapnel and debris caused the civilians caught in the sudden urban warfare to panic and scatter in all directions.

"The enemy's firepower is too strong!" In comparison, the firepower of the Lungmen Guard Bureau is simply terrible. These mercenaries are not only equipped with guns and etched bullets, but their shooting accuracy and coordination are also very high. They are obviously veterans.

The explosive crossbow bolts had limited destructive power, but the etching bullets were a different story; they were essentially miniature staves.

It has the power of a bolt-action bullet; even someone wearing an exoskeleton and ceramic bulletproof plates couldn't withstand more than two hits.

Only the Heavy Yeti can treat small-caliber etching shells like a minor scratch, but large-caliber etching shells and explosive grenades still suppress and interfere with them quite a bit, especially since they need to protect the fragile thermomelt cannon itself from damage.

"Charge!" Yelena searched for her target in her sights. "Bang!"

A figure fell, barely noticeable on the smoke-filled, flame-raging battlefield. "Everyone, charge!"

"Hurrah!" The Yetis changed their previous alternating cover pattern, leaping out of their cover amidst the hissing sound of the heavy Yetis's molten cannons charging, and launching a fierce attack on the enemy's blocking position regardless of casualties.

"Boom!" The wall shattered, and Skadi burst through the billowing smoke and dust, slashing down the stunned mercenaries inside with her sword. Her greatsword swung in the narrow space, creating a bright silver arc. No armor could withstand the molten sword, let alone the monstrous strength of the little orca.

The little orca, standing amidst a pile of mangled corpses and pools of blood, wiped the blood from its face. "The last ambush point is taken."

"I'm almost done here too. They've given up on retreating, probably because reinforcements from the Guard Bureau have arrived."

Two Colossus armored vehicles appeared from the street corner and charged towards the battlefield. Faced with these oncoming steel giants, the mercenaries abandoned their mission without hesitation and withdrew from their blocking positions one after another.

“Judging by the scale, this is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision, and we have moles on our side, more than one.” Yelena narrowed her eyes. “Yeti Squad, enter the venue, search and rescue, and kill all enemies without exception!”

As the Colossus Mech arrived, the Guard Bureau also dismantled its professional counter-terrorism and anti-riot field teams. These well-equipped Guard Bureau members quickly rushed into the smoke.