Chapter 207: I'm still waiting.

Anthony tightens his face, "Don't you have surveillance, look at the surveillance."

"As you know, the surveillance has no sound, only images." He Yu was still playing with the little fire dragon, his fingers stroked over its broken smile marks, "Say it, it will be better if you take the initiative to say it yourself."

"I have nothing to say!" Anthony exploded, "He Yu, don't forget your own identity! Xie Qingcheng is one of the Dream Breakers, if you continue to get involved with him, do you believe that Mr. Duan--"

Before he could say anything, Anthony was yanked and pressed against the wall with a thud by He Yu, who suddenly closed in on him.

"Duan Wen and I are just using each other to achieve our own goals, he and I both know that in our hearts, what do you think the point of moving him out is?"

He Yu said and slammed Anthony's forehead against the wall once more, while at the same time he let his hand clutching Anthony's hair scrape against the gritty wall so hard that his hand was bruised and blood gushed out.

Anthony's eyes widened in panic at the smell of his blood, and he fumbled for something in his pocket.

But it's too late.

"Speak." He Yu had already ordered word for word, "What did you just tell Xie Qingcheng! Speak clearly!"

The incident was nothing more than a poorly constructed lie, and He Yu had guessed as much when he saw the scene of the clash, but he needed to know more specifics.

The power of the blood parasites is now very overbearing, and has a certain effect on normal people, Anthony was too late to defend himself, and He Yu finally forced all the words out of his mouth.

By the time Anthony had finished his speech, there was dead silence in the villa house.

He Yu sat back in the chair in front of the desk, his fingers stroking the undried blood of Xie Qingcheng on the corner of the desk. His chest was like a plug, out of anger, his face did not have the slightest expression, but that kind of expressionlessness was even more horrible than anger.

Anthony completed the order given by the Blood Compass.

Slowly, it's time to recover from the control.

He Yu, however, stared at him, his lips moving lightly, "Come here."

Anthony was suddenly in control again, trance forward.

He Yu: "Come back on your knees."

Those who were controlled by the blood parasites would only do as they were told, and He Yu watched with numb eyes as he knelt before him, then reached out his hand and patted Anthony's head, a creepy cold smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.

The smile was short-lived, then He Yu slammed Anthony's forehead against the hard wooden table corner, and kicked Anthony in the chest as he struggled to come out of his blood compulsion, "Bang!" Anthony crashed into a nearby jewelry rack!

After doing so, He Yu drew a snow-white tissue and wiped the blood from his fingertips.

"Are you tired of living and waving your name out there in my honor?"

The power of the blood compulsion finally ended and Anthony struggled to get up from the ground coughing up blood, glaring at He Yu with red eyes, "You dare to use your powers on someone inside the organization?!"

He Yu narrowed his eyes, "Dare?"

"......"

"It's my freedom whether I use it or not. Haven't you guys been guarding against my blood parasites? That's why that kind of thing was invented." He Yu swept a glance at Anthony's hand, "Too bad you didn't take it out and put it on."

"You--!"

"Go and complain to Duan Wen." He Yu coldly said, "Go ahead. I have never had a master-servant relationship with him, but you may not. Do you want me to tell him how you waste your time on personal vendettas?"

Anthony cut his teeth and said, "You're being vengeful, I'm the one who saved you, those two years--"

"In those two years, when did I go to bed with you every day and make love to you every night?" He Yu's eyes sharpened.

Anthony: "......"

The atmosphere in the room was too stiff and the air pressure too low.

Anthony was staring at He Yu's face, and seemed to be thinking rapidly of ways to hurt him and to put an end to the effects of the incident.

Eventually, it came to him.

Anthony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowed, gasped, and spoke, "So what are you up to now?"

"You want to go and explain things to him? Go ahead!" Anthony's eyes were full of sarcasm, "Do you think he cares? Xie Qingcheng is already with Chen Man, do you think he cares who you sleep with?"

He Yu's face became more and more somber.

"You can go look at the surveillance, He Yu, you can go take a good look at how he reacted when he heard me doing all that stuff with you, how calm a person, he didn't even bat an eyelid!"

"My cousin's blood is cold, he doesn't even have you in his eyes, whether you sleep with me or you flirt with hundreds of other people, he won't even look at you. How pathetic are you, you want to tell him the truth? The same as three years ago, hold your heart in front of him, let him trample on it?"

"Xie Qingcheng life is the most good at disregarding the human heart, you even tell him that I'm lying to him, the person in your heart in the bed of the people in addition to him and then there is no second can be replaced, he will not have any feelings. He was once able to donate even your life for the sake of his justice, your obsession is nothing more than a childish joke in his eyes!"

"I fucking saved your face so you wouldn't be as low as a dog in front of Xie Qingcheng, and you're treating me like this instead of thanking me, aren't you?

"Get out." He Yu raised his eyes morosely, interrupting Anthony's torrent.

"......"

"I have long since lost my fondness for Xie Qingcheng, but torturing him is something only I can do. Duan Wen also knows very well that this is my request." He Yu's tone was actually colder than before.

"He's on my chopping block, it's not your place to take over. Stay away from my prey, and if it happens again, I'll chop off one of your fingers if he loses a hair."

His gaze was as dark as the sky of overturned ink, and he threw the tissue that had wiped the blood from his fingertips in front of Anthony's face, the last two words broken between his snow-white teeth:

"Get lost."

"............" Anthony seemed to want to say something else, but he met He Yu's eyes, and eventually he cringed, gulping and bloodied spittle again.

Turn around and leave.

After he left, He Yu re pulled out the old little fire dragon ...... He looked at its broken smile and mended tail.

He closed his eyes and cupped it, interlocking his hands against his tightly furrowed brow.

"Why ......"

He murmured softly, pained and trapped.

Why did you keep it ...... If you kept it, why did you protect Chen Man in the first place and later stay with Chen Man ......

Why ...... Xie Qingcheng ......

In fact, you still have me in your heart after all ...... is that right? You are not as cold and indifferent as you show ...... is this ...... right?

He clutched the tattered dragon puppet like the tattered love-hate entanglement between him and Xie Qingcheng that he could no longer straighten out. He just sat there stiffly, as if he were a small, sickly dragon guarding the last inch of warmth and light in the endless rain.

He thought he could no longer hold that flame when the storm came down.

But it rained for three years.

He doesn't tell everyone, and won't even tell himself - deep down, he actually still keeps watch.

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Xie Qingcheng went home.

The first few days were difficult, with a steady stream of inquiries or visits, most of which were for the purpose of inquiry. The ones who could really understand him, who could save him the trouble, were Xie Xue and Chen Man.

Xie Xue learned the details of the situation, and especially learned that Xie Qingcheng's forehead injury was actually due to Xie Lishen, and immediately became furious and burned to the core.

She gritted her teeth and said to Chen Man, "I even invited him behind my brother's back for my wedding banquet ...... because he is actually our cousin ...... He has not been as bad to me as he was to my brother, and I thought that he at least ...... he would at least look at my face to take some brotherly love into account, I didn't expect him, he actually ......"

She stomped her foot in chagrin.

Chen Man: "Did you have much contact with him?"

Xie Xue shakes her head, "A lot when I was a kid, he was a little nicer to me, than he was to the others, but he never came back after he broke up with our family, and never initiated contact with my brother again. But ......"

"But?"

"But he would still send me some messages on New Year's holidays, and when I almost had an accident at Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital, he knew about it and called me to ask how I was doing. I had thought his conscience wasn't so bad."

Xie Xue paused for a moment and softly asked Chen Man, "Is he ...... Xie Lishen he, too, is ...... that Mandela organization?"

Chen Man was a little stumped.

He felt that he shouldn't tell Xie Xue too much about Mandela's organization, the more he knew about this kind of thing, the more disadvantageous it would be to Xie Xue. However, Xie Xue was Xie Qingcheng's younger sister, and Duan Wen's criminal acts had been spread to the society as early as after the Wei Rong incident broke out, so it was impossible for Xie Xue to resist not to ask for more information. Xie Xue couldn't possibly hold back from asking for more information.

So she was now in a state of half-knowledge, and she was worried, staring into Chen Man's eyes, hoping he would give her an answer.

Chen Man thought for a while and finally said, "...... We can't be sure of anything yet, Xie Xue, and a lot of things are still just speculation."

Xie Xue's eyes dimmed slightly.

Chen Man : "These truths will come out sooner or later, until then, protect yourself and don't let your brother worry. And ...... don't ask him about these situations, understand?"

"Well, don't worry about that, I won't."

They now tried to avoid mentioning these things in front of Xie Qingcheng, not talking about Anthony, and not talking about He Yu at all, they both felt that these two names were thorns in Xie Qingcheng's heart, the man had already suffered too much, and they shouldn't cause him more pain.

In fact, in order to occupy Xie Qingcheng's attention, Xie Xue has even brought Yaya here these days.

Little Baby lived up to his name, and after meeting his uncle, it only took half an hour for Xie Qingcheng, who hadn't spoken much for several days, to say a long sentence: "Don't touch your feet with your hands and then put your hands in your mouth."

Yaya responded by giggling, staggering up the bed, and jumping into the arms of Xie Qingcheng, who was sitting on the bed to recuperate, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a milky kiss.

"Uncle grabbed ...... a hug."

Xie Qingcheng sighed and hugged her.

Yaya is still inside the house pestering Xie Qingcheng to tell her fairy tales, while outside, Xie Xue and Chen Man continue to talk.

Xie Xue : "Chen Man, no matter what, this time ...... really thank you ......"

"It's okay, it's what I'm supposed to do."

Xie Xue hesitated again for a moment and continued somewhat hesitantly, "I, I actually know that you've been treating my brother ......"

Chen Man is slightly stiff.

"But you have never done things like He Yu, He Yu He is now too ......" She thought of everything He Yu had ever given for their family, and finally did not say the words again, just the mood has been 10,000 complicated.

Chen Man didn't pick up on it. He knew he actually almost did.

He was almost about to commit the same sin back then after the wedding reception, but he came to his senses after all. Over the years, he had been trying to become different from the person he was back then. In the three or two years that Xie Qingcheng had left, he had matured faster and honed his skills more than ever.

He originally wanted to go beyond himself and become someone who could be seen enough by Xie Qingcheng.

But in the process, he gradually realized that there are things that can not be forced, he once saw how He Yu was obsessively in love with Xie Qingcheng, and now has become how the heart like ashes, how cold.

He asked himself if he could pay as much as He Yu to pursue Xie Qingcheng. Three years ago he thought he could, but later, in the rain of bullets, in the successive missions, and in the sacrifices of his comrades, he realized that he was not an island like He Yu.

He has the grace of his parents, the weight of his family, the silver flower on his shoulder and the badge on his cap.

There are a lot of things he has to take into account that he can't simply cut off because he loves someone.

So he knew he couldn't catch up with Xie Qingcheng, except that he was still in love with him.

So he knew that his love was not as deep as He Yu's, but it was still love, just not as obsessive, as crazy.

Last year, his mother became seriously ill, and when she was sickly, she kept saying that she hoped Chen Man would find someone to be with, and stop venturing out in the wind and rain.

Chen Man looked at his mother's gray face at that time, he thought, she is a qiyin jade appearance of the beauty of the years, as if in yesterday, a flash she has wrinkles and silver hair. It was hard for him at that time, his parents are very old-fashioned thinking people, is surely can't accept that he likes men.

When he was young, he thought about what it would be like to have the courage to tell his parents about Xie Qingcheng after he had caught up with her.

But Xie Qingcheng doesn't love him, and he knows a lot of things now, and has a lot of new understandings about life, and he can't let his family get hurt so badly because of his own selfish desires.

Chen Man looked at Xie Xue and didn't continue this topic, he said, "I have a mission to go out starting next week, while I'm away, you have to keep an eye on Xie, it's best to receive him to the Wei family, in the Wei family's territory, He Yu at least won't do anything too outrageous. If your brother doesn't cooperate, you let ......"

"Let Yaya persuade him." Xie Xue and Chen Man have a heart to heart.

"...... Uh-huh. That's right."

Xie Xue said, "Good, then you must also be careful when you go out on a mission, my brother has always treated you as our family, if you have something ......"

She looked at Chen Man's face; after three years of being a front-line criminal cop and staring at crimes almost exclusively related to Duan Wen's Mandela organization, Chen Man already had a scar on his face.

"He'd be upset if something happened to you."

Chen Man nodded.

He stood in the small courtyard, looking out of the window glass into the house, looking at Xie Qingcheng s tired side, he thought to himself, Brother, if everything goes well, this crime ...... that has lasted for decades will ...... soon be over.

Me and you, and the people at the spring, we can all, at last, wait for an account.

Brother, on this classified mission, I hope I can return successfully.

And then it would be good for me to be by your side, as a brother, as a friend, as that greeting card once said.

.

Time passes quickly.

In a flash, the weekend is here.

Inside the conference room of the HJPD--

Most of the persons in charge of the "Dream Breaking Operation" were gathered in it, among them there were criminal police, armed police, military cadres, medical experts, researchers, administrative functionaries, etc. Fortunately, this conference room was big enough to accommodate them. Fortunately, the conference room was large enough to accommodate all of them.

"During these two years of battling with Duan Wen, we gradually grasped a great deal of information about that base of theirs. This intelligence was obtained from one battle, one drop of blood, and even one human life."

Standing on the conference table was the commander of the HU headquarters.

He was giving a powerful pre-war pep talk to his fellow soldiers. His eyes were like eagles, his expression like a wolf, his hands propped up on a huge metallic podium, and behind him was an ever-changing projection screen scrolling information about Mandela's organization.

"Three years ago, during the Guang Shi naval battle, we first fought the Mandela Organization head-on, and although we obtained the location of their island and got some information, when we sent our troops to land on that mysterious island, we were dealt an almost devastating blow, our comrades were killed and wounded, and those who were alive, carrying the hopes of their compatriots, brought back frontline news--"

He paused, the controller in his hand moved, and the projection screen settled on a thermal image of an island.

"Mandela Island, with its extensive shielding, is a 'Treasure Island' that is almost completely isolated from the rest of the world."

"If we hadn't broken through their control system, we would never have been able to find their exact location. We were too adventurous back then, treating these people merely as a normal criminal organization, and we paid a terrible price for it. The warriors who were lucky enough to come back alive said that that island was completely beyond what a normal society should look like; it was like a futuristic world with all sorts of weapons and facilities we'd never seen before. For example--"

The commander changed screen images again.

"Battle Form Robot."

"War Robot Dogs - I think they got the inspiration from Resident Evil Cerberus."

"A river of chemical blood that would kill even a bird flying over it."

With each sentence, he taps the controller button in his hand, and the picture changes to a profile of the corresponding physical or chemical weapon.

"As well." The commander pressed one last time, and the river of blood disappeared, and what slowly appeared on the screen was a dense forest, but with a closer look, one would realize that it wasn't just any dense forest, it was a black, sky-continuing ......

"Dark Moro Labyrinth."

"Almost eighty percent of this island has been designed as a labyrinth using the natural terrain, the remaining twenty percent is their core base fortress." The commander said, "Our people have been consistently trying to break through for the past three years, only to be sacrificed in large numbers to the guns of those surreal weapons. And I think one of the most important things that made this island a haunted place on earth is that the Mandela organization is fundamentally speaking, a scientific research organization."

"On this island reside several leading scientific madmen from all over the world, and I must call them so because they have not used their talents for the good of mankind, but have been convicted of having carried out inhuman scientific experiments in their countries."

The picture changed again, this time to a couple of profiles of wanted criminals.

"What we know so far is that there is Zhuo Ya, who designed war robots. who was listed as a fugitive in 2004 for experimenting with radiation on kidnapped children in the Chernobyl no-man's land."

"Ivan, there are so many Russians by that name that there's no way to check, and no one's ever seen what he really looks like in person, except that our people heard her mention it when she was fighting Zhuo Ya, and Ivan and Zhuo Ya were so friendly when they met as old-timers that they went along with each other in designing a more flexible robot dog."

"And Hui Zhen."

After two foreign names, a Chinese name suddenly appeared, or such an old-fashioned Chinese name that it was actually a bit out of place, but none of the dream breakers present let out a laugh.

They all looked very seriously at the woman's profiled portrait phase.

"Like Ivan, none of us has ever seen Hui Zhen's true colors. But in the past few decades, there have been several horrific murders in the country that cannot be explained by conventional science, where the deceased was reduced to a puddle of pus and blood on the ground, and the murderer has yet to be apprehended. The police officers who investigated these cases profiled that murderer, and the portrait came out that she was a woman, and a very thoughtful, highly educated woman, who was a scientist ...... Our old criminal police officers gave her a code name that had the characteristics of their time, so it was called ' Hui Zhen '."

The commander looked around the room with a serious gaze, "Hui Zhen's cases committed in the country ended in the 1970s, and in the forty or fifty years since then, there have been no more killings that shrunk people to pus and blood, and we're even beginning to think that Hui Zhen died silently ...... or washed his hands in gold and never did it again. Until last year, when we landed on Mandela Island for the fourth time, an officer who had wandered into the depths of the Moro labyrinth was targeted by an automatic machine gun ...... and then reduced to a puddle of blood. We were subjected to a video transmission of his dying breath, a process that took a mere five seconds."

"So, Hui Zhen is most likely alive and well, and for the moment, she lives on this troll-like island in the sea."

The commander paused again.

He had looked into the eyes of everyone present, as if to confirm the will in their eyes.

"But there is no war that justice cannot win, no bloodshed in vain. This intelligence ...... this ......" He slid the controller wheel and the screen image began to split like an avalanche, countless documents data wind-blown snow gathered and surrounded the screen, the commander's chest stirred a hot blood, he said "Over the past three years, the 5,489 pieces of intelligence, big or small, that we've received have allowed us to finally have an adequate response to the weapons on this island - and now, we can finally launch the final operation - which must be the final operation. We must deal the Mandela organization a complete blow while they have not completely invaded our normal society with their banned drugs, with their nightmares, with their insane scientific research."

"Three years." The Commander's eyes moistened a little in the projector light, "It's time to end it."

After the meeting was adjourned, the commander returned wearily inside his office.

This pre-war mobilization was done successfully, and everyone knew that this operation was their real battle following their first attack three years ago, a turnaround endgame battle that they were going to fight after making sufficient preparations.

But ......

The Commander's eyes fell to the computer in his office.

There was a diorama map of Mandela Island being rotated, with all the known warfighting areas marked in red, yet there was a blank field near the center near the castle fortress ......

The commander couldn't help but pinch his brow bone with his fingers.

This place had not been reached by any soldiers or any probing instruments, their countermeasures were almost completely ineffective here, and they were dealing with products of scientific research that could not be imagined by common sense, and he was really worried that this twenty percent risk would be the end of them all.

He needs data.

He has to get that data before their fleet leaves ......

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The commander jerked his head up as if he expected something.

It was only when the secretary came in that he spoke, "Sir, there's someone outside who wants to see you, he-"

"Hurry up and let him in." The commander interrupted the secretary directly.

The door opened completely, and out of the shadowed darkness stepped a tall, good-looking man, wearing silver-rimmed, thin-framed glasses, and stopped in front of the commander's desk.

The commander froze, "...... Professor Shea?"

Xie Qingcheng : "I'm here to deliver to you information from the Duan Wen islands, sir. I hope that what I have on hand is what you need."

He said, handing the commander a high-tech microscopic moving disk with a cold, hard, metallic sheen.

"It's all here."

--

It turns out that Xie Qingcheng was not really just recuperating at He Yu's house.

In fact, He Yu was not wrong. Although Xie Qingcheng was under surveillance during those days, He Yu did not really put him under house arrest or restrict his personal freedom. If Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave, he could have done so at any time.

Xie Qingcheng didn't go, not because he was willing to tangle with He Yu, but because-for one thing, he was so weak that he didn't have any extra strength to pull with.

Secondly ......

It was during that time that he managed to observe the surveillance breach and eventually found some information about Mandela's organization in He Yu's communications!

He had never really been willing to degenerate into a useless, disposable, little-angry patient.

"Where did you get these things ......" The commander looked slightly frozen, as if he had a premonition, but he put his hand out anyway.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the moving disk, two long, cold white fingers suddenly held it down.

The Commander followed that finger upward to meet Xie Qingcheng's eyes, "What do you mean."

Xie Qingcheng wore a puzzled look on his face as he said to the commander, "Before you accept this dossier, I have something very important that I would like to have confirmed by you."