The three of them drove straight to London's Chinatown. Along the way, Linghu told Zhao Ziyang and An Qier in detail how they escaped.

At that time, she, Seth and several others were in the underground base. Suddenly, the thick steel door was attacked by missiles from the defenders. Making a decisive decision, they immediately chose to retreat and escape through the heliport in the base that was directly connected to the ground.

But the defenders attacked too fast. They actually used laser-guided missiles to blow open the one-meter-thick steel gate. All other mercenaries were killed, and Linghu released a white mouse with a bomb tied to its body.

After blocking the defenders' steps, he and Seth escaped from the base.

Unable to contact other members after escaping, Linghu broke up with Seth and returned to Oxford University to continue her research. Seth was unwilling to return to the UK and chose to go elsewhere.

Seth, who lost his base equipment, was unable to find Zhao Ziyang and the others through satellites. The military satellite signal was cut off by the intruder, the password was tampered with, and the self-destruction system was activated.

"What about Seth?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.

"Well..." Linhu said vaguely with his mouth full of bread: "How do I know where he is? He is a genius monster."

"Where's Archaeopteryx?"

"I don't know." Linghu shook his head, saying he didn't know where Archaeopteryx went.

"By the way, how did you return to Oxford University safe and sound?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Linghu.

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong..." Linghu raised his head and drank half a bottle of mineral water. He took a breath and said to Zhao Ziyang: "My main job is to be a member of the Institute of Biological Sciences at Oxford University, okay? Mercenaries are just my side job.

, do you understand?”

"The spirit fox is protected by us." Angel, who was driving, said the reason.

As a spirit fox, her identity is closely protected by the lurkers, because she is the lurker's real trump card. Basically every once in a while, the spirit fox will return to Oxford University to stay for a while. As for the days when she is not there,

, others thought she had gone out to engage in scientific research or travel.

To put it simply, Linghu is the lurker's treasure. She can play a decisive role on the periphery at critical moments.

"Oh, special forces, when can we eat Chinese food? I'm starving to death." Linhu muttered and took out another piece of bread.

But as soon as he stuffed the bread towards his mouth, Zhao Ziyang snatched it away and threw it away.

"Haha, don't eat anymore, or you will regret it." Zhao Ziyang showed a beautiful smile to Linghu.

"Tch..." Linghu curled his lips and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Chinese food is not that good either."

Having said that, this little girl stopped eating and waited for the car to drive to London to eat Chinese food.

This time we only found Linghu, and we don't know where Seth is. The lurker can't survive without him. Without Seth, the lurker will lose all high-tech assistance and will not be able to complete its own development and expansion.

Just as she was thinking about it, Linghu's hands were stroking Zhao Ziyang's body, her eyes showing deep interest. Facing Zhao Ziyang, her interest would never diminish.

"Special Forces, have you been injured recently?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang with his big eyes open.

"How did you know I was injured?" Zhao Ziyang was very surprised.

"How can I know?" Linghu curled his lips and continued: "I'm not God. I just want to know what your wound looks like after you are injured? How fast it heals? Is it faster than my white mice?"

The three sentences are inseparable from the white mouse, which has become Linghu’s biggest pursuit in his life.

"Haha, I'm injured." Zhao Ziyang smiled, pointed to his left chest and said: "The wound healed so fast, and the muscle fibers were regenerated within twelve hours, so that there was still a bullet embedded in it that had not been taken out.

, I’ll need your help later.”

"Okay!" Linghu agreed simply, stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips heavily, showing a sly smile.

There is no problem in inviting Linghu back. Not only is it okay, but I am afraid that even if I drive her away now, I will not be able to drive her away. Zhao Ziyang appears, and she is determined to stick to Zhao Ziyang and follow him wherever he goes.

The three of them walked into Chinatown. Angel reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand, showing the intimacy between the two. She did this to Linghu intentionally or unintentionally, regardless of whether Zhao Ziyang wanted to or not.

However, her actions were in vain. Linghu didn't even look at them, her eyes were completely attracted by the various snacks in Chinatown.

"Special Forces, what is that?" Linghu bit his finger and pointed at a bunch of red candied haws and asked Zhao Ziyang.

In fact, she didn't mean to ask what it was, but she wanted to eat it.

"Candied haws on a stick." Zhao Ziyang walked towards the small shop selling candied haws on a stick, took out his money and said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, is the candied haws on a stick authentic? Here are two skewers."

"Hey, look at what you said, my candied haws on a stick is the authentic old Beijing candied haws on a stick." The boss, who spoke with a Beijing accent, smiled broadly, nuzzled at Angel and Linghu, and said mysteriously: "Those two

You're a decent girl, good job, my brother is proud of you."

Where are these? Zhao Ziyang smiled and reached out to take off two candied haws.

"Hey, don't worry, you can't eat this!" The shopkeeper reached out to stop Zhao Ziyang's movements, took out two packaged candied haws from under the counter and handed them to him and said: "We Chinese eat this, and the scene is all for the foreign devils to eat.

Yes, haha..."

Zhao Ziyang, who took the candied haws on a stick, gave his boss a thumbs up and said to him with approval: "Damn, that's the way it should be done. Britain also had a share in the Eight-Nation Allied Forces back then!"

"Hey, that's right!" The shop owner slapped his thigh and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Did you know that my grandfather was a fourth-grade sword-wielding guard in the Forbidden City back then? I'm telling you..."

"Where can I find a Sichuan restaurant?" Zhao Ziyang interrupted the boss directly. He knew that if this Beijing man continued talking, the Eight Banners disciples would come out.

"It's easy to find this. Just keep walking forward. Go right at the first intersection and you'll be there after you turn a corner." The boss enthusiastically gave Zhao Ziyang directions, wiped his phone, dialed a number, and said loudly: "Hey, boss.

Xu, I, Brother Biao, tell you, one of my brothers will take two foreign girls to your place for dinner later, and you have to prepare authentic Chinese food. If it’s the food eaten by foreign devils, Brother Biao, I won’t cut it.

you!"

Listening to the familiar tone and feeling the bone connection that only compatriots have, Zhao Ziyang sighed in his heart: Alas, I can't go back...

Saying goodbye to this enthusiastic Beijing man, Zhao Ziyang took Angel and Linghu towards the place he pointed out. To eat Chinese food, you still have to eat Sichuan food. Sichuan food is available in the north and south of the Yangtze River. It is easiest to get a Chinese flavor when you bring it abroad.

This Sichuan restaurant is not big, and the word "Sichuan pepper" is written in Chinese and English on the sign. I think the owner of this restaurant is friends with the owner who sells candied haws, and recommended him here as if he were soliciting customers.

"Here we come, haha, how many of you are there?" A Chinese young man of 17 or 18 years old greeted Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

However, Zhao Ziyang did not respond. He was attracted by a set of calligraphy on the wall.

This is the character "Tao". Although it is printed, every stroke of this character gives people a round and transparent feeling, which is quite a bit of the natural flavor of Taoism. It can be seen that the person who wrote this character

Only people who have a deep understanding of this word Dao and have been deeply influenced by human feelings and sophistication can write this kind of flavor. But Zhao Ziyang saw a murderous aura in this word, which is a feeling that is difficult to express.

"Damn it, he's a Japanese devil!" The Chinese young man's face darkened, and he yelled at Zhao Ziyang: "Gee, my shop doesn't accept Japanese devils!"

Zhao Ziyang, who was scolded for a while, looked away from the words, looked at the impatient young man curiously, pointed at his nose and asked: "Little brother, which of your eyes saw that I am a Japanese devil?"

Upon hearing what Zhao Ziyang said, the young man was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Um, um, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was confused, I was confused, hehe..." The young man scratched his head and kept apologizing to Zhao Ziyang, and stretched out his hand to gently slap his mouth.

This appearance made Zhao Ziyang amused, and he was full of affection for this young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. Nowadays, not many people still remember the history of blood and tears in China in their hearts. The term "angry young man" who was once popular has been scolded by others.

Synonymous with stupid people, Zhao Ziyang happens to be one of this army of stupid people.

The young man in front of me is also a member of the army of idiots. Although he is young, he is a pure Chinese man at heart.

National feuds can never be eliminated. For China, Japan is a national feud, and this can never be erased. I don’t know what modern education is about, but it can’t let young people remember that feud. The most ridiculous thing is

It was when there was a vigorous boycott of Japanese goods in China that some people jumped out and said that they should boycott rationally.

What is rational boycott? Rational boycott means letting people use what they should use and buy what they should buy, stuffing RMB into the pockets of Japanese people, and then shouting "Down with Japanese imperialism".

What a joke, what a fucking big joke. I don’t know what created the rational resistance, and I don’t know if those people who approved of it are just a bunch of idiots.

This is not even the most ridiculous thing. The most ridiculous thing is that a Japanese lost his bicycle and then mobilized the city's police force to help find it. But Chinese people are losing bicycles all the time, but none of them have been recovered.

When ridiculed, the reason is very high-sounding: we are international friends and we cannot disgrace the quality of the Chinese people.

Bah! The quality of the Chinese people has been completely ruined by this kind of high-sounding. To put it bluntly, it is just trying to make others look fat. You treat others as friends, but others treat you as a fool. What’s wrong with foreigners? Foreigners are superior to Chinese people in China.

?Slave thinking, standard slave thinking.

I don’t know since when, the value of foreigners in China has become very high, no matter how poor they are abroad. Just like an Indian in a city in northern China, he smells of curry and is poor, but the Chinese around him

Women keep changing, why is this?

All the backbone and pride have been swallowed up by the so-called country of humility, peace, friendship and etiquette, leaving only humble servility...

"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed happily, patted the young angry young man on the shoulder and asked: "Little brother, what is your name?"

"Zhao Changzheng!" The young angry young man puffed up his chest and said loudly to Zhao Ziyang: "My grandfather fought in the Hundred Regiment War, climbed over snow-capped mountains and walked on grassland, participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, squatted in a cowshed and endured criticism. Look, those words are

My grandpa wrote it!”

Zhang Changzheng proudly pointed to the word "Tao" hanging there, with a proud look on his face.

Zhao Ziyang was in awe. For this kind of old revolution, he only had admiration in his heart! This was a group of old-timers who crawled out from the mountains of blood and corpses. They were all national treasures. Every one who dies will lose one.

"Then is your grandfather still alive?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.

"Of course I am, I am not blind and deaf, and you can tell me stories about how you will fight the Japanese every day."

"Can you..."

"Long March!" A rough voice came over, and a sturdy middle-aged man with a scarf tied around his waist came out and yelled at Zhao Changzheng: "Bring me some food!"

"My dad, hehe..." Zhao Changzheng chuckled, lowered his head and ran towards the food outlet.

Zhao Ziyang's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and he saw a triangular wound on the left cheek. The wound was from many years ago, but it was still dark red, adding a bit of a ferocious look.

"Yang, what kind of wound is that?" An Qier asked Zhao Ziyang.

"Three-sided thorn." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, staring at the middle-aged man with his head held high.

The middle-aged man who was being stared at by Zhao Ziyang stared at Zhao Ziyang without showing any signs of weakness. His eyes exuded an unnatural look, full of the smell of killing.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and the middle-aged man laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha, brother, don't say anything, I'll treat you this time!" The middle-aged man smiled and walked up to Zhao Ziyang, pulled him to a seat by the window, and poured tea for the three of them himself.

"Thank you!" Angel and Linghu thanked the middle-aged man.

"Hey, thank you. If you two girls hadn't followed this brother, I wouldn't have bothered to look at you." The middle-aged man said what he was thinking happily, and then smiled at Zhao Ziyang: "You are China

soldier!"
Chapter completed!