The Ultimate Blue Seal

The phone rang three times, but Su Chengde didn't answer the unknown number. After three times, the other party hung up.

Even if Su Chengde feels relieved this day, this is the secret signal he agreed with Su Qing. No matter where Su Qing is or what contact information he changes, he will dial this number every morning at seven o'clock, and then put it down after three beeps. Su Chengde knew that he was calling, and it was a sign of peace.

In the end, Su Chengde couldn't fully understand what his prodigal son was doing. Su gratefully promised two points. First, he was not doing bad things, and second, he would come back alive.

The sound of "kick and step" came from behind. Su Chengde turned his head and saw Tu Tutu holding a large Garfield pillow. The pillow was about to catch up with others. He ran over in pajamas, "Grandpa, it's the emperor." Uncle's phone number?"

The shout of "Grandpa" made Su Chengde's heart soft, and he opened his hand to take Tu Tutu over and hugged the fat boy onto his lap. Tu Tutu's head rubbed against Su Chengde's shoulder: "When will the emperor come back?"

Su Chengde patted his chubby ass: "Why, miss him? Isn't it good to live with grandpa?"

Tu Tutu was not a little bit shrewd than Su Qing when he was his age. He knew how to flatter himself. He used to be the headquarters of the zero-returning team. He immediately blinked and blinked his **** and black eyes: "Good grandpa. , Um... it’s much better to live with my grandfather than with the emperor's uncle. Grandpa has a good temper. He never gets angry and doesn’t spank me. He also buys me delicious snacks. Grandpa is the best."

Su Chengde was exasperated, and suddenly felt that compared to Tu Tutu, his own little son was a fart.

Tu Tutu checked his words and thoughts, and then continued: "But, even though the emperor is impatient and domineering, I haven't seen him for several days, so I still miss him."

Su Chengde thought with emotion that such a good child with a conscience at such a young age can't be found with a lantern. He said, "Tutu, you can be grandfather and grandson."

Tu Tutu immediately opened his eyes and smiled: "Okay, then I have an uncle and a grandfather!"

When Su Chengde is old, people are prone to sentimentality. When he sees this little guy's beautiful appearance, he feels sad-Tu Tutu's first time seeing Su Chengde, he was asked "Where are your parents?" I pinched him, squeezed out two tears, and cried out with a throat, "My parents are killing bad guys"-so much so that Su Chengde has always regarded him as an unloved cabbage, so painful Incredible.

Tu Tutu made persistent efforts and climbed off Su Chengde’s lap. A serious man of five said: "Grandpa, I'm going to read! Uncle Emperor stipulated that I have to read two hours of books and do two hours of math every day. Questions, one hour to draw, one hour to recite words, one hour..."

When Su Chengde heard it, his eyebrows stood up-what? A ten-year-old kid is just when he is having fun, and he won't even let him rest for a while, asking people to learn this and that. What is it for? Want to kill the child? When you kid was young, why didn't I squeeze you like this?

So he pulled back Tu Tutu: "Let's not listen to him, what book do you read early in the morning today Sunday? Grandpa doesn't need to hang the beam and pierce the strands. Let's go out and play."

Tu Tutu raised his head pitifully: "The emperor will beat me..."

"Dare he? If he dares to beat you, I'll beat him." Su Qing, who was born to death outside, was shot while lying down like this.

Tu Tutu said with tears in his eyes: "Grandpa is really nice."

I thought in my heart, how many years, I finally found a reliable backer, I have survived to this day, and I want to stand up as a serf and sing!

Thousands of miles away, Su Qing and Hu Bugui were working on breakfast. There was a small bug terminal in the middle of the dining table. The two listened to the morning news every word of the conversation between Tu Tutu and Su Chengde. Su Qingyi He rubbed his teeth with his chopsticks and made a "creak" sound.

A little smile flashed across Hu Bugui’s face. He was embarrassed to be too obvious for fear of irritating him, so he lowered his head slightly, lifted the outer skin of the pancake, and carefully picked out the green onion that had been accidentally mixed in. Then he pushed it to Su. Qianqian said: "Eat well, don't bite your chopsticks."

Su Qingao bit off a quarter of the pancake, and said angrily: "Little white-eyed wolf, wait to go back, not let the peach blossoms on his butt, I give his last name."

Go back-what a good word.

After "going back", there are so many things to be busy with, busy eating pies made by Hu Bugui's mother, busy beating Tutu, busy how to deal with Hu Bugui's simple father and mother and Su Qing's staid old man dad.

Hu Bugui's gaze fell on the morning paper on the side, and his eyes flickered. The man on the front page was in his fifties, but he didn't see a bit of oldness. His eyes were piercing. When facing the camera, he naturally brought out a little calmness. Composed and calm. The entire three pages are full of beautiful words about this Dr. Zheng.

"We now have several things to do first." Hu Bugui said, "First, we must understand as soon as possible what this'sleep sickness' is, find a way to effectively shield the explosion, and obtain utopian materials. Know what their cards are and act rashly. I'm afraid that the first one to let us go is not Zheng Qinghua, but..."

He paused, and did not continue, Su Qing nodded, expressing his understanding.

"This is the first-level goal. The second-level goal for this is that we need a group of trusted technicians and medical personnel."

"The third level goal is to figure out who showed Cheng Ge the painting last time, and I borrowed my hand to make Xu Ruchong." Su Qing settled his breakfast in three mouthfuls and wiped his mouth.

Hu Bugui pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head: "I really can't think of who it will be..."

"I'm afraid it won't work." Su Qing paused, "I can't think of who it might be. I can't help jumping over when I think about it, as if I'm sorry for stopping him for a second. It's best... ...To make that person jump out by himself."

"Then we first need a large enough bait." Hu Bugui continued, "How long do you think we have?"

Su Qing shook his head: "Zheng Qinghua and the people behind him are not fools. They can stand firm now. The only bargaining chip is to kidnap all mankind with that kind of'sleep sickness'. This is too fragile. People with long brains know it. Although we are a step slower, we are not without technical staff and medical experts, so they will definitely find one more..."

He paused for a while, frowned slightly, as if worried that he was a little hopeless, and then said: "...the method of burning jade and stone to consolidate his legal status-or turn them into a ‘fa’."

Even with the wide table, Su Qing's facial features are still not unsightly. Su Qing suddenly felt that his frowning movement was very obtrusive, so he couldn't help but put his finger on the center of his brow. After a while, gently smoothed: "Don't frown."

Su Qing grabbed his finger and licked it at the corner of his mouth. The ten fingers connected to his heart. Hu Bugui felt that his heart was numb with electric shock. He shivered gently. Su Qing asked provocatively, "Goose bumps." Do not?"

Hu Bugui nodded silently.

"Then can I trouble you old man not to be so romantic? I have goose bumps too." Su Qing eased his hand, stood up, picked up his coat and put it on him, "I'll pick up the car."

Hu Bugui looked at his back and thought silently, the goose bumps I got were not caused by disgusting, it was a different breed.

Two hours later, Su Qing took the car back. Hu Bugui had already settled the account and packed his things. The two shot them to change a place and immediately transferred them. Su Qing cut up the used fake ID card and disposed of it. I did not know where to take out two new ones. Hu Bugui glanced at the back seat of the car and found a box full of munitions under the seat. He couldn't help asking, "Where did you get this?"

"Smuggling." Su Qing said without blushing and breathing. Seeing the weird expression on Hu Bugui's face, she added, "Time is tight, and you can't get too high-end goods. First use this thing for a while. , When everyone is here, I will get you something punctual."

Hu Bugui turned his head away silently, feeling that he had been a stubborn talent by reluctantly keeping Su Qing in the zeroing team through General Xiong's east wind.

Ten hours later, the two arrived at the first stop of their escape journey-General Xiong marked it on the map, which was the site of the Utopian Plan that year.

At a distance from the Utopia site, Su Qing picked up the binoculars and looked at it for a while, then handed it to Hu Bugui: "Zheng Qinghua moved fast enough, someone is already there."

"Sure enough." Hu Bugui looked at it for a while, "According to the plan, you should be careful."

Su Qing sneered: "You should be careful."

There is still a guard post on the Utopia site at this time. The guard at the outermost periphery saw a large truck that seemed to be transporting goods not far away. He did not take much guard. Although it is remote, there are still some vehicles passing by every day. .

But as the car got closer and closer, the guard couldn't help being a little nervous. He slightly raised the gun and made an action to prepare for aiming. At this moment, another car suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I collided with a truck, the speed of both cars was not slow, and the scene of the accident was tragic.

The door guard couldn't help but opened his mouth wide, and stared blankly at the front windshield of the truck, not knowing whether the person inside was round or flat.

He stretched out his hand and touched the communicator: "Entrance No. 0152, report..." At this time, his eyes were still stuck on the scene of the car accident. For some reason, his eyes suddenly went dark and he fell straight down.

One hand quickly caught him, and unconsciously dragged him aside.

Someone in the contactor answered and said: "0152 please tell me, what's wrong."

A man with a low brim put on the doorman's coat, while holding the contactor, opened his mouth, his voice was exactly the same as the doorman just now, and said in a slightly urgent tone: "No. A car accident occurred at a distance of 100 meters, and I asked for support."