"Damn it! What's going on? Why did they succeed once and twice!?"
After listening to the report, Karl fiercely questioned the man opposite, "Lieutenant General White, didn't you say that this operation was foolproof? What on earth is going on? If this continues, Isildar will really tell me
bingo!"
"Prime Minister, please don't calm down," White replied calmly, not affected by the other party's emotions at all.
"Calm down my anger?" Karl's face turned red with anger, "How do you want me to calm down my anger?!"
His leaden eyes narrowed, "Prime Minister, anger will make you lose your proper judgment and will only make things worse. You'd better calm down first."
Seeing that the other party looked at ease, as if he knew everything well, Karl's fat face trembled, "Tell me, do you know something?"
White spread his hands and said, "I don't know anything. I just want to ask the Prime Minister a question. These two offensives have failed. Who will benefit? Besides Lanson, who else?"
Karl thought about it carefully, his expression even uglier than before, "I understand, you go out first."
"Yes, Prime Minister."
White pushed open the door of the Prime Minister's Office, met Solo's eyes as he approached, and then showed a strange smile.
A hint of cunning flashed through Solo's narrow eyes. He walked up to Solo with snacks in hand and said, "Prime Minister, you have been busy all day. Please take a rest first."
Karl was not in a good mood. Seeing the other party pouring coffee and getting snacks for him, his enthusiasm subsided a bit, "My dear, you are still considerate. Those soldiers are all idiots and losers."
, or he’s a bastard with other agendas.”
Solo handed the hot coffee to Karl, "Prime Minister, what's wrong with you? Has someone made you unhappy again?"
Karl took the coffee cup and took a big sip, "It's not that Isildar. He said that the attack on Kessel would fail, but now he really got it right!"
Solo rolled his eyes, "Then Prime Minister, who is the bastard with other agendas that you mentioned?"
Karl glanced at Solo, "Baby, you seem to want to know?"
"I just want to share your worries," Solo said with a smile, "Come on, Prime Minister, this donut tastes very good, try it."
Karl said nothing, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, his eyes were sharp, "Baby, tell me, if we implement the plan you proposed now, will it be successful?"
Solo's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, "Prime Minister, as long as we lure Leng Ling over, everything will be easy to handle."
"Then you make arrangements now and let them take action immediately." After saying that, Karl took Solo's hand and ate the entire donut in one mouthful, while licking the other's moist fingertips with his tongue. "
Baby’s fingers are so sweet.”
"Prime Minister, how are you?" Solo pretended to be shy, retracted his hand, and pushed the tray in front of Karl with a red face, "I'm going out first."
Karl happily ate donuts, drank coffee, teased the beauty a little, and was in a good mood, "Go, honey, tell them that the plan can only succeed and cannot fail."
"Yes, Prime Minister."
**********
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
The sound of whips stirred up the dirty flowing air, echoing in the dark and damp dungeon.
Red flames, accompanied by the continuous sound of whipping, jumped in clusters.
The closed and dark underground interrogation room was filled with the horrible smell of death. Two black figures were reflected on the yellow brick wall, becoming distorted and weird as the firelight danced.
"Snapped!"
The hand wearing leather gloves held a long whip, drawing sharp arcs in the air, landing on the naked chest of the man in front of him every time.
The man who was tied to the torture rack had his golden head hanging slightly, and his entire face was completely obscured in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. He endured the whipping and torture of the other party without saying a word and remained motionless.
.
Her golden hair was soaked with sweat and blood, and her strong and thick chest, which glowed a healthy amber color, was covered with numerous large and small whip marks and blood marks, making it extremely hideous and terrifying.
"Snapped!"
Another long whip mark was left on the man's bloody chest, with traces of blood oozing out.
"stop."
A middle-aged man raised his hand to signal to stop. He walked up to the blond man, pinched the man's strong chin, and stared at the closed eyes, "Lean Hans, tell us your true purpose of coming to Lanson.
, and who are your accomplices, and how you communicate and exchange information."
The man opened his eyes, his golden pupils gradually gathered, he sneered disdainfully, and then closed his eyes again.
Seeing that Lien refused to say a word, Roy on the side was really angry and said, "If you don't say anything, just continue."
The executioner's soldier waved his whip and struck Lean's scarred chest again.
"Well……"
Li En groaned, bit the corner of his mouth, and never said a word from beginning to end.
In this way, after struggling for most of the night, the two of them still got nothing.
"This Lean is really tough-talking. Even though the evidence is conclusive, he still refuses to tell the truth. Colonel Kaiser, what do you think we should do?"
Looking at this man who was covered in injuries but always kept secret, Colonel Kaiser had complicated eyes. What on earth was this man thinking?
"I think we..."
Suddenly, the closed door of the interrogation room suddenly opened, breaking the suffocating atmosphere in the room.
"Your Highness, why are you here?"
"I'll take away Rean Hans."
"Your Highness, Lien Hans is suspected of collaborating with the enemy again. We found a map of Valencia and a set of Valencia military uniforms at his residence. These are all evidence. Could it be that you..."
The high military boots made a hollow echo on the floor tiles, "I asked him to do these things, and now I'm taking him away."
The cold voice contained a slightly discernible weakness, but it was like a long-lost nectar that rescued the man from the deep water.
The drooping golden head slowly lifted up. In his blurred vision, the black figure approached him step by step. His beautiful eyes stared at him dimly, but he couldn't see clearly what kind of complicated emotions it contained.
He moved his lips feebly, which affected the wounds on his body and made him feel extremely painful.
A slightly cold hand touched the man's bloody whip wound, and Leng Ling's tone was cold and boundless, "Put him down."
"yes."
When the rope was untied, Lien's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he immediately threw himself into the warm embrace.
The fresh fragrance of orchid came faintly, which was extremely comfortable. Li En sniffed the pleasant fragrance and murmured, "Ling..."
"Colonel Kaiser, you have seriously violated military discipline by interrogating Lean Hans without my permission. Since you are dedicated to Lanson, I can let go of what happened today. If something like this happens again in the future, I will ignore you."
No matter what the reason is, I will not let you go."
"But, Your Highness..."
Roy wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Colonel Keyser. The other party winked at him, so he could only keep silent.
Leng Ling supported the man's tall and strong body, stretched out his hand to touch the man's resolute side face, his eyes gradually softened, "I know you have always doubted him, even if he has done so many things for Lanson, he still can't dispel your doubts.
, It’s not your fault, after all, he is from Valencia.”
"Your Highness..."
Everyone stared blankly at Leng Ling's actions, feeling a little at a loss.
"I promise you, if he is really guilty of collaborating with the enemy, I will kill him without hesitation once he is found guilty."
After saying that, Leng Ling supported the sleeping man and left the interrogation room.
**********
By the time Captain Fan Wu had taken care of Lien's wound, a glimmer of dawn had already appeared in the dark blue sky.
Leng Ling looked at Li En lying on the hospital bed with complicated eyes, "Is his injury serious?"
The middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette and said with a serious expression, "They are all skin injuries, they shouldn't be too serious. It's just that he already had injuries on his body, and the current injury makes it worse, so the most important thing is to prevent injuries.
Infect."
Ru Shui's gaze swept across the man's relatively peaceful sleeping face, and his voice was quiet, "I order you to use the best medicine to make him get well as soon as possible."
"OK."
"You take good care of him here, I'll go back first."
Leng Ling stood up from the bed, feeling dizzy. He lost his footing and almost hit the corner of the bed.
"Your Highness!"
Captain Fan Wu hurriedly supported Leng Ling. Seeing that the other person's face was pale, he said with concern, "You still look very bad. It's best to rest for a while."
Leng Ling declined the other party's kindness, "No, I still have things to deal with."
Seeing that he could not convince the other party, Captain Fan Wu had no choice but to give up. He stared at the thin back, his gray-brown pupils quietly boundless.
Leng Ling returned to the office and found Lance sitting there taking a nap. He opened the file on the table and slowly looked at it, but the melancholy between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
The black and white words on the paper became blurred, but the image of Lean being whipped with blood all over his body was vividly visible, and his handsome face was full of meaning.
Valencia map, Valencia military uniform...
After a while, Lance woke up in a daze. When he saw Leng Ling suddenly appearing beside him, he immediately woke up.
"Your Highness, are you back?"
"Well," Leng Ling reviewed the documents with a faint voice.
Lance asked softly, "Your Highness, where did you go last night?"
From the corner of his eye, Leng Ling asked with a cold tone, "What's wrong?"
Seeing that something was wrong with Leng Ling's expression, Lance thought it was his worries that made the other party unhappy, so he quickly explained, "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. You didn't come back last night. I was worried about you and had no other intention."
…”
Leng Ling raised his hand and interrupted the other party, "Adjutant Lance, make me some black tea."
"Ah, yes!"
Lance quickly got up, ran outside, made a pot of black tea and came in.
As soon as I walked back to the office, I saw the thin man leaning quietly beside the desk.
Lance tiptoed to Leng Ling's side, his pale profile sunken in the dim light of the morning, blurry and dim, his breathing slow and steady, but the frown between his brows revealed that he was not sleeping soundly.
Putting the pot of brewed black tea gently on the table, Lance took off his military uniform and covered Leng Ling's body.
