After three or four hours of rest, Fu Ming woke up in the afternoon when he arrived in the imperial capital. He rubbed his red and swollen eyes and looked at the unfamiliar man in the mirror.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, his hair had grown very long, and he looked very thin and listless.
Fu Ming glanced at his laptop. The email above showed that Luther Alex and others had been rescued. The helicopter formation found fifteen Suzaku-class pilots in the nuclear explosion area, and then put their cockpits in Brought to the decks of World One and World Two that were docked near the port of Beirut.
World No. 1 and World No. 2 originally carried a total of thirty-eight Suzaku-class general-purpose humanoid combat mechas. This time, thirty-six were dispatched, or only fifteen pilots were left alive. This loss caused Fu Ming felt it was a bit unbearable. The Suzaku and general-purpose humanoid combat mecha formations represented the highest combat effectiveness of Untr's exclusive force.
But a nuclear explosion wiped out the entire army. b Time travel novel: b
Fu Ming rubbed his head. There was nothing he could do about this kind of thing. After all, it would be good if the driver could come back half way. Now on the Lebanese battlefield, Fu Ming could only place his hope on the ground troops of Untr, although they were not many in number. , but the quality of weapons, equipment and personnel is much higher than that of the Lebanese government army.
What's more, there are also fire support from Xuanwu-class, White Tiger-class, Thor and Type 99 tanks. Fu Ming feels that the Lebanese government army has no other major killer weapons except nuclear weapons.
There aren't even serious fighter jets.
Thinking of this, Fu Ming could only sigh. Tonight at twelve o'clock, it was time to meet with Chairman Xi. Before that, Fu Ming felt that he had to relax first and not start the war in Lebanon before it was over. Got off.
Fu Ming was dressed neatly and had just walked out of the bedroom of the suite. Xu Chengcheng suddenly stood up from the sofa, his eyes were also red.
Fu Ming smiled at him: "Don't be so nervous. We are in the Imperial Capital, not Yokohama." He believed that no matter how powerful the people in the Cabinet Intelligence Office were, they would not be able to catch up to the Imperial Capital.
You know, the Intelligence Office of the General Staff and the National Security Bureau of China are not vegetarians.
"What is the international community's response to nuclear explosions?" Fu Ming asked casually.
"Not yet, it happened just over eight hours ago, and they are still investigating, but...someone still has suspicion on us, thinking that we detonated a nuclear explosion in Beirut. In addition, the nuclear explosion in London has not yet been investigated clearly. "Xu Cheng replied in a low voice.
"What about the war in Japan?" Fu Ming felt like he had a splitting headache.
A strange expression appeared on Xu Cheng's face, which was very consistent with his heart: "China and Japan... until now, no official personnel have come forward to explain the war behavior."
Fu Ming was stunned for a moment, and the meaning was very clear. China did not declare war on Japan, and Japan did not say that China was invading.
Until now, the war has started, but both sides have not expressed their stance, and although the international community has learned about the news, it has not made any response.
This is simply too strange. Fu Ming even doubted whether the Chinese landing ship would land at the Japanese port. The short air battle caused heavy losses to Japan. The Air Self-Defense Force basically lost all its capital at this time. , but only shot down dozens of old J-8 manned aircraft.
China's carrier-based aircraft only lost three J-15 fighter jets. The Americans were so overwhelmed that they did nothing. They almost flew the plane for a while and then stopped again. They were actually ready to evacuate at any time. .
Fu Ming frowned and carefully thought about the trick here. The first round of empty battles ended here. Both sides suffered losses. Judging from the battle loss ratio, Japan was actually slightly better, although none of them were defeated. A suicide man-machine with remote control function.
Only a few hours have passed since the end of the battle, and the Japanese islands have calmed down again, as if they are waiting for the People's Liberation Army's next plan.
"Have you told Miss Zeng about coming to the Imperial Capital?" Xu Cheng broke the silence and looked at Fu Ming and asked. He sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette and handed one to Fu Ming.
Fu Ming lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring: "Not yet... Imperial University should be on winter vacation." b Time Travel Novel: b
"Boss, I think you should meet her now, and Lin Jianping..." Xu Cheng said hesitantly. Since the death of Coco Heike Indias, Fu Ming's mood has been very low, although he has not exploded. But he always suppresses his feelings.
Xu Cheng is not a T, so naturally he will not say so many words of comfort. Seeing Fu Ming like this, he feels sad whether as a subordinate or a friend. However, Fu Ming may feel better now that he can look at Zeng Xiaoting.
Fu Ming nodded and looked at his watch: "Contact them and book a restaurant. I haven't had authentic Chinese food in a long time."
Half an hour later, Fu Ming and his party arrived at a Chinese restaurant. The sign was not too loud, the store was not too big, and the food was not too expensive, but the food tasted just like this.
Zeng Xiaoting sat at the same table as Fu Ming. She sat opposite Fu Ming and looked at Fu Ming with a gloomy face and said nothing.
Lin Jianping and Zeng Ziguang also came to this restaurant, but they were with Xu Cheng, Song Jiahao and Mo Bing. They were talking about the war between Lebanon and Japan.
Fu Ming, on the other hand, was wolfing down the food in front of him, not caring about the eyes of the customers around him. It was not meal time yet, it was only 4:30 in the afternoon.
"You...eat slowly." Zeng Xiaoting's face finally softened. She hadn't seen Fu Ming for a long time, not even a phone call or text message. Although she knew what her lover in front of her was doing, she still couldn't. This separation still made her very uncomfortable, but when she heard the news that Coco Heike Indias was brutally killed, the resentment in her heart instantly fell apart. Even if the relationship with Coco was not as good as it seemed, she still felt uncomfortable. There was some emotion. Rather than saying that she was sad about Coco's death, it was better to say that she was sad because of Fu Ming's sadness.
Because it was really not easy for Fu Ming. The man devouring food in front of her was her lover, and this man stood at the top of the world, with countless corpses stepping on his feet.
Fu Ming ate a large portion of the food in front of him in a hurry, then touched his stomach and burped: "It's all eaten... I'm sorry, I'm asking for some more..." Then he reached out to call the waiter.
"Don't..." Zeng Xiaoting took Fu Ming's right hand and put it down. She held Fu Ming's right hand with both hands and kept rubbing it.
Fu Ming's hands were cold.
"I'm actually not hungry at all..." Zeng Xiaoting shook her head and looked at Fu Ming's thin face seriously: "Coco..."
When Fu Ming heard the name, his face darkened, his eyes seemed to be lost, and he sighed: "Stop talking..."
"Speak out if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it in..." How could Zeng Xiaoting not feel pain in her heart? In a sense, Keke was still her rival in love, Fu Ming's other lover, and Zeng Xiaoting knew that Fu Ming Ming's feelings for Coco are much deeper than for her.
But even so, after Coco passed away, Zeng Xiaoting still had to endure her jealousy and jealousy, and comforted Fu Ming: "I know you are feeling very sad, and I know I am far inferior to her in your heart, but..."
"Stop talking." Fu Ming growled: "I won't let anything happen to you again. I swear, you won't be exposed to these things. I will keep you away from these things, and no one will die again." Fu Ming He raised his head and held Zeng Xiaoting's soft and delicate hand with his backhand: "I'm fine, it's okay, you will be fine too." He forced out a very ugly smile. He couldn't let his woman comfort him. The sadness of losing another woman.
Zeng Xiaoting looked at Fu Ming's expression and sighed. She knew that Fu Ming could only overcome this hurdle by herself, so she picked off the silver-white, shining rose at the collar of Fu Ming's suit.
Fu Ming's mouth twitched, but he still didn't stop her.
Coco put the flower on her chest: "You will get better, I will take this flower with her..."
"Thank you." Fu Ming stood up and saw Zeng Xiaoting. It really made him feel a lot better. At least, he wouldn't be holding it in so much anymore. He let out a long sigh and looked at Lin Jianping and Zeng Ziguang. As he was about to walk over, he was held back by Zeng Xiaoting.
"How long can you... stay here?" Zeng Xiaoting's eyes flashed with tears: "Are you leaving again?" b Time Travel Novel: b
Fu Ming felt soft: "I...I don't know, maybe I will stay for a long time."
"Then...can you stay with me for a few days?" Zeng Xiaoting's words were almost pleading.
Fu Ming walked up to Zeng Xiaoting, bent down, kissed Zeng Xiaoting's forehead gently, and then said softly: "I will be with you tomorrow, I miss you."
After Zeng Xiaoting heard this, she could no longer hold back her tears. Two lines of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes. She did not reach out to wipe them away, nor did she cry out, letting the tears streak across her face.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Fu Ming stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "Go back and get some sleep first, I will be yours tomorrow." After saying that, Fu Ming turned around and walked towards Lin Jianping.
Lin Jianping didn't eat anything. When he saw Fu Ming coming, he stood up quickly. He was about to open his mouth, but Fu Ming stopped him.
"Brother Zeng, say a few words." Fu Ming said something to Zeng Ziguang and Lin Jianping, and they walked to the door of the restaurant and smoked cigarettes.
"The country is still so peaceful! There is no turmoil caused by the military conflict between China and Japan." Fu Ming originally thought that after the Sino-Japanese war broke out, large-scale demonstrations would break out in various cities, with some supporting and others He objected, but everything seemed calm, which was a bit beyond his expectation.
"Only a few hours have passed, and strict reporting controls have been implemented. Although there is news from abroad flowing into the country, it is still a small number. The civilians still don't know what happened. This calm situation will not last long. , it seems that I will be busy in the next few months to a few years." Zeng Ziguang sneered: "Untr has developed to this extent... I really didn't expect it? Fu Ming."
Fu Ming smiled faintly: "Thank you for taking care of Zeng Xiaoting..."
Zeng Ziguang rolled his eyes and said, "She is my sister. If I don't take care of her, why should I expect you to be the hands-off shopkeeper?"
Fu Ming was speechless. After all, he was unreasonable in this matter. Apart from sending untr's bodyguards to protect Zeng Xiaoting's personal safety, he had no choice but to take care of her in life. she.
"Thank you, little bitch." Fu Ming turned around and nodded to Lin Jianping: "How is Zhang Lu?"
Lin Jianping patted Fu Ming's shoulder: "How is she? Don't say such outspoken words between us brothers. Sometimes I envy you, and sometimes I feel you are in pain. I also want to be like you. Give everything for UNTR, but study..."
"If you drop out of school, your father will try his best to kill me." Fu Ming smiled bitterly. Lin Mao would definitely not let his son drop out of Imperial University. After all, Qianli Group still needs Lin Jianping to inherit.
"Coco's thing..." Lin Jianping stopped smiling: "Some things are better to be open-minded. Don't be too sad. There will always be..."
"It will get better." Fu Ming looked back at Zeng Xiaoting, who was still wiping her tears. No matter how Mo Bing and Huan Huan tried to coax Zeng Xiaoting, she still couldn't stop her tears, which made Mo Bing and Huan Huan next to her uncontrollably. The solution is to scratch your head.
"It will get better." Fu Ming turned his head and said again, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of his shoe.