"You're not going to tell me that you think that Apollo is real, are you?" Yang Cheng stepped forward and said, "Although I've never seen Apollo, I don't think there's such a boring guy among the gods. After all, it doesn't make sense."
Christen giggled and said, "Theoretically speaking, I don't think Apollo would do such a thing. But after listening to the old man's description of the meteor-shower-like flame falling from the sky and bombing the base, I think it's a bit like him. "
Yang Cheng frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Christen winked playfully. "Apollo's artifact can cause similar effects. Of course, the real damage can't be that simple."
Yang Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect that.
"But … I can't say for sure without seeing it with my own eyes. But I'm not interested in going to Europe. Whether it's Apollo or not, we'll find out sooner or later. If you're interested, you can go and take a look. If I remember correctly, it's almost time for Apollo's awakening. Maybe Apollo is overheated. Oh yeah, it's true that he always does things that are out of line. "After saying that, Christen ran back into the house with a smile.
Yang Cheng sighed. He had nothing to say to this woman who was always fooling around. As for the specific situation in Europe, he didn't care too much. To be honest, as long as it didn't affect his and Lin Ruoxi's trip, it didn't matter even if Paris was bombed after they left.
The time before leaving the country slipped away. In the blink of an eye, it was already April on the calendar.
After dinner that night, Hui Lin immediately rushed back to the company to participate in the production of the new album. She also held "fan meetings" and "fan meetings" everywhere. Of course, she also had to learn new singing and acting skills.
Christen was actually a trapeze artist. It was only because Yang Cheng asked her for a favor that she stayed in Hua Xia for so many days. After that night, she returned to the United States early, which saved Yang Cheng a lot of trouble.
After Lin Ruoxi arranged everything in Zhonghai in a race against time, the couple said goodbye to their family and boarded an airbus to Paris, France for the first time. All of this was indescribable to Yang Cheng. After all, the two only got a marriage certificate. There was nothing formal about it, let alone a "honeymoon." This trip to Paris, the city of romance, made him feel like he was on cloud nine.
Due to Lin Ruoxi's situation of having nowhere to spend her money, coupled with her personality and appearance, she wasn't suited to mingle with ordinary people. Therefore, the two of them booked first-class seats.
Compared to domestic flights, the first-class seats of international flights were often several times more expensive. This was especially true during peak seasons. Therefore, most of the people who could take the first-class seats were elderly people who had nowhere to spend their money and were not in good health.
Among the dozens of first-class seats, Yang Cheng and Lin Ruoxi were the youngest. The rest were all white-haired and amiable old men.
Lin Ruoxi, who was not working, was wearing a black lace off-shoulder dress. The low-key, luxurious cut and simple matching set off Lin Ruoxi's cold and aloof temperament. Her snow-white shoulders were exposed to the air, like the snow on a snowy mountain, glistening faintly under the sun.
Her hair, which was usually tied up, was let down. Her silky black hair scattered on her shoulders. The fragrance of gardenia could be smelled from a long distance, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
Yang Cheng, who was sitting next to Lin Ruoxi, swallowed his saliva from time to time. His wife was too attractive. Looking at her at such a close distance was like a poison that emitted seductive hormones, making people fall into a kind of vortex.
If it wasn't for Lin Ruoxi's porcelain-like face that was always cold, and her occasional glare at him, Yang Chen reckoned that he would have ignored the old men and grannies around him and pounced on her without a care for the consequences, and groped her a few times!
He thought that this long-distance flight would be boring. After all, he was married, and his wife was present. He couldn't flirt with the stewardess or play some adult games in the toilet like before. Unexpectedly, when he went out early in the morning, Lin Ruoxi, who had taken off her uniform and changed into a rich family's daughter's attire, fed his eyeballs until they were full.
"Do you know that your expression right now makes me want to slap you? Don't you feel embarrassed?" Lin Ruoxi's lips moved slightly. She really couldn't stand Yang Cheng's fiery gaze. This was simply drooling like a pig.
The air conditioner in the plane was on the whole time, and it was a little dry. Yang Cheng licked his dry lips and smiled, "Isn't this Ruoxi baby, are you beautiful? Usually, you don't let me get close to look at you. This flight to France will take more than half a day, and I can look at you to my heart's content."
"You … You're really too low level!" Lin Ruoxi didn't know what to say. A person's shamelessness was really invincible! She couldn't help but blush. This guy's skin was too thick, but she didn't know why, but her heart was beating fiercely, and she was also a little complacent … Too infuriating!
At this moment, an elderly Caucasian couple in the neighboring first-class seats looked at Yang Chen and Lin Sanjiu with a smile, and said a few words in French.
Although Lin Ruoxi could speak English and some ordinary Japanese and Spanish, she didn't know anything about French. Seeing that the couple seemed to be talking about the two of them, it didn't seem like they were saying bad things about them, but she was still curious. Thinking that the man beside her seemed to understand all languages, she couldn't help but ask softly, "What did the old man say?"
Yang Cheng's gaze was fixed on the hazy fullness of Lin Ruoxi's chest. Hearing Lin Ruoxi's question, he said in a half-drunk state, "The old lady said, what a happy young couple … The old man said, I thought that Hua Xia would be more conservative, but it seems like she knows how to be romantic like us French. It's good to be young …"
Romantic!?
Lin Ruoxi almost rolled her eyes in a very unladylike manner. This guy was like a pig staring at her chest. It was already good enough that she didn't slap him. How could this be called romantic!?
"Are you randomly translating? Are you bullying me because I don't know French?" Lin Ruoxi said in a low voice angrily.
Yang Cheng laughed and said, "Am I that bored? If I really randomly translated, I would definitely translate … Hmm, this girl is so beautiful, and she matches this guy very well. They're practically a match made in heaven. That's right, it must be this girl who is chasing this guy. Look at how manly this guy is. One look and you can tell that he's a good man …"
"Enough!" Lin Ruoxi was about to break down and quickly stopped him.
Yang Cheng quickly shut up and raised his eyebrows. His gaze continued to fall on Lin Ruoxi's chest …
Lin Ruoxi raised her left wrist in pain. She had worn a Patek Philippe ladies' wristwatch when she left the house. It looked like a simple and small watch, but it was as expensive as a supercar.
"We've only left for less than an hour …" Lin Ruoxi sighed inwardly after looking at the time. She wanted to faint at the thought that she would have to continue flying with this man for more than ten hours …
…
Paris, France, Seventh Bureau, secret underground base.
The steel door of the main control room slowly opened, and the heavy sound of metal clanking could be heard.
Dressed in a military uniform, the short Depney walked up to the main control podium with an ashen face. Below him was a large fluorescent screen and technical agents typing rapidly on their keyboards.
Depney slowly shifted his gaze. After scanning the large control room, he snapped his fingers with his right hand.
An attendant walked up to the control podium from a lift below and lowered his head respectfully. "Director, what can I do for you?"
"Where's Fodessa?" Depney asked with a gloomy and rough voice.
"Deputy Director went to meet with a few leaders of mutant organizations and mercenaries from South America and West Asia an hour ago. I believe he'll be back soon," the attendant replied respectfully.
Depney's expression turned even uglier. "Hmph, he sure is carefree. Is meeting with foreign underground leaders something he should do …"
At this moment, the steel door of the main control room opened again. A burly man in a dark blue military uniform with a rough face and a full beard walked up to the podium with a military cap in one hand.
The man was stunned for a moment when he saw Depney. He then immediately gave a standard military salute. His gray eyes revealed a determined look. "Director, Fodessa reporting for duty."
"Where did he go?" Depney asked in a low voice.
Fodessa replied solemnly, "To the hotel where the VIPs of this secret meeting are. He secretly received the leader of the Panther Mercenary Group and the representative from the Sea of Death …"
Without waiting for Fodessa to finish his report, Depney suddenly turned around and gave him a flying kick!
"Bam!"
Depney, who looked ordinary at first, suddenly exploded with incomparable strength. With a gust of wind, he kicked the tall Fodessa to the ground!
Fodessa was kicked in the chest and fell to the ground. However, he didn't dare to get up or resist. He quickly kneeled on the ground and lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
"Receiving the representative … Fodessa … You've grown up …" Depney's eyes widened and his face twisted. "Did you know … when you were receiving the representative, I was in the president's office … and I was scolded by the president!!!"
Facing Depney's roar, Fodessa's body stiffened and didn't dare to move. The attendant had long retreated, and the staff below the control podium didn't dare to make a sound either. They buried their heads in their work and pretended not to see anything.
"Bastard, do you really think you're some big shot in our Seventh Bureau?! Let me tell you! General De Gaulle established the Central Intelligence Agency, which is now our External Security Bureau, our Seventh Bureau. Since then, there have been countless heroes and countless glories! But! You!! Fodessa! You're definitely not one of them! "
Depney dashed forward again and kicked Fodessa's left cheek!
Fodessa groaned, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. However, he didn't dare to get up and continued to kneel with his head lowered.
"Fodessa, remember, your ancestors were traitors who betrayed France and submitted to Nazi Germany! Your blood is filled with filthy German blood! If I hadn't made an exception to promote you, you would only be an ordinary field special forces soldier. You wouldn't even have the chance to become an officer! Not to mention the position of the Seventh Bureau's Deputy Director!! "
Fodessa's body trembled, blood dripping from his left cheek onto the cold ground. He said in a trembling voice, "Fodessa, I will never forget the Director's kindness."
"Hmph!" Depney squinted his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Fodessa's body like a blade. "It's good that you know. The source of the golden sun totem, the investigation of Apollo's true identity, and the secret organization meeting we're hosting this time must not go wrong. Otherwise … if I lose my job, you won't have a good life either …"
"Yes!"
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