radiothebook Chapter 87 Epilogue
Chapter 87 Epilogue
Outside, Feng Ye saw his boyfriend's mecha entered with its front legs, then flew out with its back legs, followed by a three-gun salute that shot straight into the sky.
"The grandson is in an ambush." Yan Ran gritted his teeth and flew around in the air, "The spare mech is not powerful enough to fight recklessly."
Feng Ye frowned, and listened to Yan Ran, "There is good news, these mechas are controlled automatically, so they are stupid and stupid."
"There is one more bad news." Yan Ran said in a deep voice, "The red mecha on the far left has a light nuclear warhead inside. Once it explodes, it will be unimaginable. We have to find the center console to stop the explosion."
"We can't even get in the console." Feng Ye scanned the interior of the building, and infrared rays detected that the central console was behind a group of automatic mechs, and it was difficult for the two of them to break through.
What's worse, those mechs raised their cannons again, half facing Fengye and half facing Yan Ran.
The two of them quickly dodged before the cannon rang, leaving a string of deflected thick fog in the air, and the mechs on the top floor continued to attack, taking turns to fight, without leaving any time to breathe.
It seems that Qin Xiaofan had already prepared for it, so it would be troublesome.
Feng Ye frowned fiercely, his mental power spread instantly, and high-intensity commands spread along the "domain".
Yan Ran knocked out a missile for him, Feng Ye closed his eyes, and his mental power scattered along the signal tower, covering the entire city in an instant.
Cold sweat gradually soaked Feng Ye's back from excessive overdraft, and he followed the right direction and finally found what he wanted.
Qing Luan.
The overwhelming mental power was introduced into a private apartment in the north of the city through a signal line of more than ten kilometers.
In the study room, a silver-blue mecha started to move without being controlled by anyone. The bright blue light flickered on its chest, and it broke out of the window following the master's order.
"Fengye!" Yan Ranfei stood in front of the black mecha, his right arm was hit by a missile, and sparks burst out.
Feng Ye opened his eyes, "Qingluan still has a minute and a half to arrive, my mental strength has not fully recovered, I will leave the rest to you."
Feng Ye dragged Yan Ran and the battle-damaged mecha down to the ground, then adjusted the gear, turned the power unit to the maximum, and fired several shots at the heavy mecha group, knocking down the power supply of three mechas.
Feng Ye's series of operations made him successfully listed as a "dangerous target", and the artificial intelligence controlled mechs would only attack in accordance with the priority of danger.
Yan Ran was placed within a safe range, as long as he entered Qingluan, he could instantly smash these broken copper and iron.
001 issued an alarm: "Drip! The power of the mecha is insufficient, and the power will be cut off in 1 minute!"
Feng Ye glanced at the infrared detection map, "It's enough."
He quickly raised the mech and flew to the top vertically above the main console.
A group of black gun muzzles also rose upwards with his movements.
Feng Ye threw down a uranium-containing warhead without hesitation, and it passed by. The power of the explosion exploded into fragments all over the sky. Feng Ye was satisfied to see that another mentally handicapped mech was completely scrapped, and stared at the bullet holes that followed. , scolded a "garbage".
Yan Ran laughed in his earphones.
001 reminded: "The power is less than 1%, please land in time! Please land in time!"
Feng Ye thought it was noisy, so he turned off the volume system of 001, Qingluan still had 30 seconds to arrive, during which time he could still sweep away two garbage.
He pulled up the hang glider, lured a few shells, then suddenly increased his speed and made a detour to the rear, dropping the last few bullets in the magazine.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1——" The red alarm light flashed in the control room. After the countdown ended, the black mecha, which was still showing off its might in the air, exhausted its last bit of power, and slammed into the hundred Concrete ground meters away.
The silver-blue light pierced the sky like a blade, catching the falling mecha.
Yan Ran's tone was really not gentle, he warned, "I will be scared to death by you sooner or later."
"I've figured it out." Feng Ye protested paralyzed inside the powerless mech, "Put me down, I'll go to the main console."
"No need." Yan Ran saw a familiar figure through the high-precision detection screen, "Someone has gone."
"Who?" Feng Ye, who was locked in the pitch-black mech, was full of doubts.
"Tong Yuan." Yan Ran spat out a name, put Feng Ye aside, and avoided the sneak attack missiles by himself.
Three seconds later, all the heavy mechs turned off, Yan Ran landed on the roof, and raised the cannonball to the smiling Doctor Tong.
Tong Yuan stayed where he was: "?"
Is this killing the donkey?
Tong Yuan paused and realized that Feng Ye was not facing him.
The cold muzzle pressed against his neck, and Tong Yuan heard the familiar voice of the secretary-general of the alliance.
"I didn't expect you to have such ability." Qin Xiaofan sneered, "Feng Ye, if you know what flexibility is, why do you always have such a sense of justice, and you end up making yourself smelly."
"He seems to recognize me as you." Yan Ran, who was wearing a green luan shell, spoke to the Fengye line.
"Give me the voice permission."
"Oh."
Qin Xiaofan looked coldly at the silver-blue mech in front of him.
Feng Ye sarcastically said: "It's like this now, if you're still thinking about it, why don't you think about how to write your confession letter earlier, I can personally send you a bullet so that you can go to heaven happily."
"..." Qin Xiaofan's face darkened, "Then let this doctor named Tong Yuan be buried with me first!"
Tong Yuan trembled, staring at the mecha eagerly, with "help me" all over his face.
"Yeah." Feng Ye said calmly, "I believe Dr. Tong is willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for peace in the alliance."
Tong Yuan swallowed, and said to the Secretary-General beside him who looked unhappy, "Yes, I am willing."
Qin Xiaofan glanced coldly at everyone present, and opened the safety catch of the pistol.
boom.
Tong Yuan slowly opened his eyes, without the pain as imagined.
Qin Xiaofan's face turned pale in an instant, and his wrist holding the gun was unnaturally bent and dislocated at [-] degrees sideways. The bullet fell from the air and was caught by the palm sticking out from behind his shoulder.
"Secretary-General Qin." Feng Ye's voice came from behind him, and a pair of handcuffs roughly twisted his broken right hand together, "The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, have you heard?"
"Feng... Ye?" Qin Xiaofan stared at the mecha opposite, and saw the cockpit on his chest pop out slowly, and the person who should have been paralyzed on the bed raised his hand to greet him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Secretary-General." Yan Ran said with a smile.
"Damn, you're awake?!" Tong Yuan shouted, "Medical miracle."
Feng Ye wondered if he had gone too far in the hospital, which caused Dr. Tong Yuan to become mentally disturbed.
Yan Ran paused, "It's a miracle of love."
There was a roar from the sky, and a helicopter with the logo of the Alliance military kicked up dust and landed on the top floor.
Feng Ye turned his head in disgust.
The supreme commander of the alliance stepped down in shiny leather shoes.
Feng Ye blankly handed over the culprit to the soldiers who followed, and gave a military salute to the commander.
The middle-aged man nodded and said to Feng Ye and Yan Ran, "Welcome back, Colonel Feng Ye and Adjutant Yan Ran."
Feng Ye gave himself a long vacation, except for the merit award ceremony, he stayed in the apartment and slept all day.
Whether it is the script world or just waking up to control the mecha, it is too mentally exhausting, causing him to lie on the bed in a daze for more than ten hours every day.
Tong Yuan reassured Yan Ran after the examination, it was just the body's automatic repair behavior after mental exhaustion.
As long as Feng Ye slept, Yan Ran conscientiously stayed by her boyfriend's bedside for as long as possible. By the way, she also worked part-time for three meals a day. When Feng Ye was a little more awake, he would eat, and then watched him fall asleep again from sleepiness.
Yan Ran called this "seeing but not eating", and it was very uncomfortable.
It wasn't until a week later that Feng Ye woke up from his dazed state. The man with red eyes still rubbed his boyfriend's forehead in distress, and silently cooked him a table of favorite foods without disturbing him. vegetable.
After Feng Ye took a shower and cleaned up his exhaustion for many days, he slipped into the kitchen and kissed Yan Ran.
"I remember all the memories from before." Feng Ye was pressed on the cooking table, held his boyfriend's face with his downcast eyes and gently kissed his forehead, "I will never forget you again, Yan Ran."
The scars on Feng Ye's body had healed not long ago, Yan Ran's eyelashes swept over the uneven skin, itching, and the hideous scars running through the entire chest and abdomen trembled.
These wounds seemed to be engraved on his body, each of which made him stop breathing, and gently kissed the tip of the young man's nose.
The kisses and touches flicked like feathers, Feng Ye's skin trembled, and he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.
An uncontrollable sob overflowed from his throat.
Yan Ran carried him to the bed, took a step, and the young man on his body bit him, and when Feng Ye came out with red eye circles, Yan Ran's neck was full of circular teeth marks.
"...Are you a puppy?" When the man kissed the tip of his nose and carried him into the bathroom to wash, Feng Ye pestered him again.
"I'm hungry." Feng Ye waited for the man to dry his body, put on his clothes and finally sat down in the restaurant.
"You don't want to eat these." Yan Ran mercilessly dragged a few spicy dishes in front of her, and reheated the rest.
"That's why I originally said no more than three times a week." Feng Ye complained while biting the stir-fried bamboo shoots.
Yan Ran raised her eyes, "Huh?"
Feng Ye lowered his head, "It's because I want to eat delicious food, so I won't let you cook more."
He recalled all the past, and retorted Yan Ran's complaint about his frigidity: "Because you are not restrained every time, I can only eat those dishes that fade out six days a week."
The man laughed immediately after hearing this, and pinched the young man's cheek, "You are so cute, Colonel Feng."
"Smile." Feng Ye rolled his eyes and was fed a piece of garlic pork ribs.
"Colonel?"
"Ok?"
"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day."
"Do you have any plans?"
Looking back at Feng Ye, the two of them had special jobs, and they rarely went out except to watch movies at home.
Yan Ran rubbed the colonel's too long forehead hair, "I'll cut your hair."
"Ah."
"Then let's go get the certificate."
"Are you confessing to me?"
"It's a marriage proposal."
[Colonel, when I bring my military merits and freedom as a gift, I just hope that a beautiful woman will give me face and marry me, so don't refute my face. 】
The cold ring was dizzy from the palm of his hand, Feng Ye lowered his eyes, and the ring finger was tightly locked.
"I haven't said I would."
"You thought you'd already said it."
Feng Ye was pushed in front of the chair, and most of the cotton home clothes were lifted, and they approached each other for a soft kiss.
"...I will."
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