"I..." Professor Zhou was obviously a little panicked. He instinctively reached out to get the candy.

"Hmm?" The man in black locked his eyebrows and picked up the candy that had been rubbed open the candy paper.

"Sir, you still snatch the candy, forget it, let it be for you." Compared to Professor Zhou's panic, Zhou Cunguang showed a grievance that only children had but had a stubborn expression. He pouted and snorted, rolled his eyes wide.

The man in black did not speak, but just looked at Professor Zhou vigilantly, and did not pay much attention to Zhou Cunguang. He picked up the candy and looked at it. This was an ordinary candy, which was Zhou Cunguang's favorite soft milk candy.

I pinched hard, and I didn't find anything else after I pinched it.

Professor Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhou Cunguang. He didn't even look at the man in black. He broke his feet over, poked the gap between his toes and toes to play, and raised his feet to his nose and smelled it. His face still maintained the expression of the child's displeasure that he was stolen from the candy, but he dared not say anything.

He was so calm. This was not the first time Professor Zhou sighed like this.

The first meeting of Zhou Cunguang was not two years ago when the group of people around him investigated. The real meeting was eight months ago, when he decided to bring his "nephew" back to M Country and keep him by his side for the time being.

The sky was blue that day, and Zhou Cunguang stood timidly at the airport waiting for him to pick him up. Professor Zhou was very worried. What could such a child help him? According to the process, he held him from the nanny's hand and took him home. While on the way, Professor Zhou was nervous all the way, but when he arrived home, he and Zhou Cunguang were the only ones.

At that moment, Professor Zhou will remember it all his life.

The door closed with a click.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, should I sleep with you or alone?" Zhou Cunguang asked. Professor Zhou turned his head and saw that the tenderness on his face was still maintained, his eyes were still soft and cute, but his hands and feet became extremely capable.

He put a black box on the table and pressed the button. He heard a strange vibration coming from his ears. Zhou Cunguang took out his cell phone and looked at it. Professor Zhou felt it was strange, so he took out his cell phone and looked at it, and found that there was no signal.

It seems this is a signal*.

"Don't move, I'll check it out." Zhou Cunguang's voice was still the voice of a child, but his tone was extremely calm. He was so calm that he wanted Professor Zhou to get goosebumps. He watched in surprise as the six-year-old child took out a pair of flesh-colored gloves from his pocket. His neck twisted, and his eyes looked around like a knife. After putting on the gloves for a week, his hands quickly touched the edge of the table and the curtains.

"You..." Professor Zhou wanted to say something.

"Don't move." Zhou Cunguang turned his face and looked at Professor Zhou. His tone had an invisible power, which made the sixty-year-old man stop and did not dare to speak again.

"Don't worry, we already know the news that you want to return to China. I will do my best to stay by your side. When you go to the war zone with them, don't take the initiative to take me there." Zhou Cunguang checked upstairs and downstairs, walked to Professor Zhou, took down his gloves, took a cup full of water, and threw them into the cup.

"But if they don't take you, why would you... "

"Don't worry, they will definitely take me with me. The more you don't want them to take me, the more they will take me, because I am the best hostage to threaten you." Zhou Cunguang stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Yang Hu, and I will be called Zhou Cunguang from now on. Remember my real name. Once I sacrifice, others will come to contact you. My name is the code of docking."

"Yang...huo? Whichhuo is it?"

“Ugly ugly.”

Professor Zhou felt that the sound from the signal* just now stabbed his ears, and he probably heard it wrong. How could anyone name his child a "luo"?

"Ugly?" Professor Zhou asked again.

"Um."

The Yang family has a son named Lu. Whether it is the real name or the pseudonym he himself has, it is very strange. What's even more strange is how could a child be sent to rescue him? Professor Zhou thought to himself, his eyebrows were locked tightly, and he looked Yang Lu up and down carefully. Oh no, Zhou Cunguang.

He had single eyelids, his face was fleshy, and he looked a little silly, but there was a sharpness between his eyebrows. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and he looked like a naughty child. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, his legs slightly apart, holding a candy in his hand.

"You...child, you..." Professor Zhou didn't know what to say for a moment.

How could a child come? How could a child help him leave under surveillance? The most important thing is, how could the Eastern power use children to perform such a dangerous task?

Have you trained since childhood? This is too cruel.

"Don't worry, just think I am Zhou Cunguang. Don't worry, when I arrive in the war zone, I will help." Zhou Cunguang smiled faintly, then stretched out his fingers, sucked it in his nostrils, and took out a booster.

Bounce it to the ground.

Then he ran to the basket, picked up the football that Professor Zhou had prepared for a long time, held it in his arms, opened the door and ran out: "I'm going to play!"

At this time, Professor Zhou's willingness to return to China had long been captured by the government, and his every move had been monitored 24 hours a day. Zhou Cunguang's arrival doubled the number of people surveillance.

"Follow it."

"Just a kid."

"What's wrong with the kid? A little guy is big, don't be careless."

Under this high-intensity monitoring, Zhou Cunguang was sweating profusely on the stadium. In just one month, he had handed over several friends of the same age, and even fought with two older children, lost and cried for a long time.

I like to eat candy, play Lego, and swim. I have a stubborn temper and sensitive temper, and I love to cry. Also, I am so old that I still wet the bed. These are all the information about him that people from the mysterious department monitored the entire process.

Just one child, nothing else.

"The foundation is also very clean. This is a photo from one to three years old. Look." Zhou Cunguang's photos and some information from his hometown were dug out, and there was no flaw in his comparison.

"Strange, why did Professor Zhou suddenly want to raise a child? Is it really okay?"

"It's really okay, it's just a child."

After surveillance for the past year, there have been fewer and fewer monitoring of Zhou Cunguang. Some of the spies lurking around Professor Zhou even liked this child very much. Although they were a little naughty, the child was innocent and relaxed.

When he was about to fly to the war zone, Zhou Cunguang naturally became the person that these people must take away. These were all within his expectations. As he said, children were Professor Zhou’s biggest weakness and the most useful weapon that could threaten him.

"Where are your parents? Do you miss your mother?" Professor Zhou asked him. The 60-year-old scientist felt uncomfortable after leaving his mother and having to perform such a dangerous task.

Zhou Cunguang just smiled. When he smiled, he was a little different from other children. His teeth were not very good-looking, so he rarely smiled with his teeth, but instead smiled shyly with his lips pursed.

"These are not important, what is important is to complete the task and let you return to the Eastern power alive." He said.

The calm and rational tone and the words were completely emotional, just like a robot's reply, which made Professor Zhou get goose bumps again.

"You...you..." Professor Zhou took a breath: "Are there any other children trained like you?"

Zhou Cunguang turned his head, took out the candy from his mouth and peeled it and threw it into his mouth: "These are not important. What is important is to complete the task and let you return to the Eastern Power alive."

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"Are you fake? Are your feelings for me fake? Did you have to do it in order to allow me to complete the task smoothly."

After Yan Jiucheng said this, he looked at Gu Miqing deeply, but he didn't dare to look at her in his heart. He felt that he was about to exhaust himself, so he hanged his last breath and waited for her reply.

Gu Miqing's eyes shook.

"Task, have you forgotten your mission?" Gu Miqing asked softly, approaching Yan Jiucheng again and hugging him. The aura on her body came again.
Chapter completed!