Chapter 14

City K, Logan Group's nuclear power project, the center of the underground pipe network of the plant.

As time passed by, all members of the bomb disposal team stared at the main timer bomb that stopped functioning, and for a while lost the ability to think.

No one dared to stop Ji Mao, he walked unimpeded in front of the main bomb, looked at the bomb for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his hand to touch the bomb's counterbalance detonator.

The leader of the bomb disposal expert group was the closest to him, and there was no time to stop him. He saw Ji Mao's hand reaching for the bomb, and for a while, his mind went blank.

Even if the timer expires, the bomb will still explode as long as the anti-balance detonating device is still there.

The team leader's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his scalp was numb, and his pupils dilated. At this moment, like an illusion, there was a bomb explosion, flames gushing, and a heat wave.

He opened his mouth, and before making a sound, he immediately noticed that Ji Mao was abnormal.

It is impossible for a human hand to be accurate enough to dismantle the counterbalance detonator with bare hands. Even the most delicate robotic arm can hardly control the force of dismantling, but Ji Mao did it effortlessly. It is as natural as eating and drinking.

He used his four fingers to maintain the center balance, and his thumb fiddled with the fixture on the edge of the device. After only a few minutes, he took off the entire anti-balance detonating device.

The group leader was in a daze, because everything Ji Mao did was far from his common sense.

Ji Mao glanced back at him, handed him the device, and said: "It's done."

The team leader shook, reacted, and took it carefully. Watching Ji Mao squat down, opened the toolbox set aside, and took out the tweezer and wire pliers, concentrate on dismantling the main bomb.

Staring at Ji Mao’s profile, the team leader came up with an absurd conjecture for some reason: Ji Mao may be a species more advanced than humans. Just like scenes in superhero movies, Ji Mao is gifted with supernatural powers and can manipulate electromagnetics.

After Ji Mao dismantled the main bomb, experts from the bomb disposal team began to cooperate with him. A dozen sub-bombs nailed to the top of the pipeline were quickly dismantled.

The group leader and Clare at the radio end reported the good news, and ordered his subordinates to complete the dismantled bomb device and evacuate the scene together.

The officers walked along the line of life and death, talking and laughing as they walked, their rain boots waded into the water, and they stepped on the thin water.

Ji Mao also put away his toolbox and followed the troops slowly.

Above the underground pipe network, the protective cover has been removed, and the empty factory area is slowly being filled with lower-level workers returning to the nest.

The workers still had some indescribable tension in their hearts, for fear that the bomb would not be removed, but forced to make a living, they had to continue working.

Ke Ming and Clare looked exactly the same as relieved, especially Ke Ming, he was ready to co-exist and die with the factory, but he didn’t expect the matter to be resolved so easily. Ke Ming would also take the car back to the factory to pick it up. A magical foreign aid.

Logically, Clare should say goodbye to Ke Ming. He had to assemble his subordinates and return to the base to return to life, but after a few instructions to one of his subordinates, he insisted on picking up Ji Mao with Ke Ming.

Ke Ming was ashamed of Clare's identity, he didn't dare to refuse strongly, so he had to let Clare get on the vehicle together and drove to the exit of the underground pipe network, and waited for Ji Mao to come out.

Ji Mao climbed onto the ground along the ladder behind the group leader, and saw a sightseeing vehicle parked aside.

In the car were Ke Ming, general manager of the City K nuclear power project of Logan Group, and a white man wearing a camouflage uniform. Ji Mao quickly went through the database and found information about the white man, a senior Interpol member. Police officer, his name is Clare.

Ji Mao walked over, smiled at Ke Ming and asked, "Mr. Ke?"

"It's me, Mr. Ji, hello," Ke Ming enthusiastically reached out to shake hands with Ji Mao, and asked him to come up, "Mr. Ji is our great savior."

Ji Mao gave a few words. He was wearing rain boots, stomped on the ground, and took off his windbreaker on his arm before sitting next to Clare.

Seeing Clare's eyes fixed on him, he nodded at Clare.

The outer shell of the sightseeing car is transparent. The sunlight penetrates into the protective cover and hits Ji Mao’s face diagonally. He is like a gentle college student. His lips are as soft and rosy as fresh rose petals, his skin is white and his hair is clear. It was illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, glowing with a delicate luster.

Clare's interest in Ji Mao was clearly written on his face. His arm was placed on the back of the seat, so that Ji Mao was very close. He asked, "Are you an employee of Logan Group?"

Ji Mao looked down at Clare. Holding his knees, he replied, "Sure."

"Is that yes or not?" Clare suddenly closed his smile, staring at him and asking.

Ke Ming originally used communication tools to arrange work for his subordinates. Hearing Clare's very offensive question, his heart was tense. He put down the communicator and turned his head. Before he thought about how to talk to him, Ji Mao answered first.

"Yes, I am an employee of Logan Group." Ji Mao didn't look angry, but he was a little helpless.

"Oh? In which department?" Clare didn't accept it before seeing him, and then asked Ji Mao.

The tone of his interrogation was with an undisguised desire for voyeurism, and his eyes stuck directly to Ji Mao’s face. Before Ji Mao could answer, he did not hesitate to add: "Mr. Ji, you have no pores."

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and Ji Mao looked at Clare blankly.

Clare met his gaze and waited for him to answer with interest.

"——You two," Ke Ming was afraid that the conversation would continue. The savior sent by the chairman was really going to turn his face, so he interrupted them, "What do you want for dinner? The master chef in our cafeteria did a good job of Chinese food."

"I'm not going to eat anymore, I want to go back to the base." Clare was interrupted by him, but he didn't insist on continuing to torture Ji Mao, as if all he needed was the interrogation process, not the result.

Clare glanced at Ji Mao again, and said to Ke Ming, "I'll get off at the front exit."

Aftee taking Clare away, Ke Ming let out a sigh of relief and said to Ji Mao, "This interrogation has come to us."

Ji Mao shrugged and didn't follow Ke Ming's words, but told Ke Ming that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to the room to rest, and asked Ke Ming if he could bring dinner to his room.

Seeing that he didn't want to be continue the topic, Ke Ming answered and drove Ji Mao back to his lodging in the factory.

The economy of City K is not good, the accommodation facilities are still rudimentary, the walls of the house are painted white, a large bed in the middle and a sofa by the window are all the furniture.

Ke Ming arranged a room with the best internet signal for Ji Mao and ordered a meal with him, so that Ji Mao had a good rest.

As soon as Ke Ming left, Ji Mao sat on the bed and stared blankly.

Ji Mao came in a hurry for this trip to the Middle East.

He was originally dealing with some group chores in Northern Europe, but He Yongchen suddenly called and sent him to City K.

In all, he and He Zhi have not seen each other for nearly three months. This is the longest separation between him in the two years he has worked for He Yongchen.

Because He Zhi was also struggling to take over Logan's large and small affairs, they contacted briefly a few times in three months, and even video chat was rare.

Ji Mao was too busy to send a piece of paper. When there was only one person, he could have some time to congratulate him.

Missing seems to have become a habit of self-comfort, but only courtesy, and it will never end.

He didn't know if He Zhi was the same, but He Zhi didn't seem to be so persistent anymore.

He Yongchen once said that He Zhi was more immature than him, but now that He Zhi is mature, Ji Mao did not reply to his appointment, and he did not want Ji Mao to lose his temper.

Originally, before the end of this work in Northern Europe, He Yongchen said that he would give Ji Mao a short vacation, and Ji Mao promised to stay at home with He Zhi for a few days.

This time, before coming to the Middle East, Ji Mao sent a message to He Zhi. It took half an hour before He Zhi replied that he knew it. It seemed that dating was nothing more than that, and it was optional.

After two years, if it is a whim, it should be tired.

Just thinking about it, He Zhi called suddenly.

Ji Mao grabbed the communicator and stared at it for a few seconds. He paused while holding the communicator, leaned back on the bed, picked it up, and waited for He Zhi to speak.

"How is it?" He Zhi went straight forward, with a bad tone.

Ji Mao thought for a while, and then said: "It was success." "I'm asking how you are," He Zhi's tone was a little impatient, and he suppressed it again, and continued to question Ji Mao, "Are you okay?"

" No." Ji Mao looked at his left hand. He was distracted when he put the toolbox in. The palm of his right hand was scratched by scissors, and the bionic cortex was cut, revealing the small graphite flakes and silicone inside. It's nothing wrong.

"Really?" He Zhi doubted.

"Yeah," Ji Mao replied briefly, and felt that it seemed that he didn't pay enough attention to the other party's concern, so he added another sentence, "I don't have a perception system, and it doesn't matter as long as the data is not damaged."

He Zhi remained silent for a few seconds. It seemed that because of Ji Mao's words, he was a little angry.

He had a temper like a mad dog, inflammable and easy to explode, and it only takes a little bit, besides, he has been grudges against Ji Mao for a long time.

Ji Mao realized that he had also changed and became a little bit cheap, he heard He Zhi's silence, and he was a little relieved, because He Zhi would still be angry for him.

He listened carefully to the movement on the opposite side. The wind noise was very loud. When He Zhi didn't speak, he made some breath noises from time to time, as if he was walking.

Ji Mao suddenly had an idea, and he asked He Zhi: "Where are you now?"

"Where did you think I was?" He Zhi was still angry, and he asked him instead without answering Ji Mao.

Ji Mao sat upright, looked at the door of the room, and began to analyze the background sound on He Zhi's end. Sure enough, there was a very slight soundtrack that matched the background soundtrack beside him. The noise belonged to the plant bioenergy vehicle.

Ji Mao determined He Zhi's location, and heard that the murmur in He Zhi's place became quieter, as if he had entered the corridor.

Thirty seconds later, Ji Mao's door was knocked.

Ji Mao hung up the phone and walked over to open the door. A man who was half a head taller than him held up the door and looked at him with a smile: "Good evening."

Ji Mao was still holding the communicator in one hand. He had no heart. However, he felt that his heart was beating fast. He looked up at He Zhi and asked, "What are you here for?"

"If the mountain doesn't come, I will come, I can only come to the mountain." He Zhi threw his portable travel bag aside and said.

He Zhi is actually just ordinary handsome, with a savage and ruthless hostility in his eyes. He seems to have a bad temper, but when he looks at Ji Mao, his hostility is reduced a bit, as if a boy in elementary school. He wanted to treat the person he liked better, but didn't know what would be good, so he lowered himself a little bit and sat on an equal footing with him first.

After He Zhi finished talking and wanted to squeeze into his room, Ji Mao refused to let him in, and asked He Zhi, "Didn't you just back?"

He Zhi stared at him for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand to pinched his chin, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against him, his lips almost touched him, but he did not kiss him.He just stared at him and said, "I think you would like surprises?"

Ji Mao heard a trace of grievance in He Zhi's voice, and felt a little embarrassed.

He grabbed He Zhi's wrist and pulled him away, bent over to pick up his travel bag, and walked back into the room.

Without taking two steps, Ji Mao heard He Zhi close the door, and stood behind him complaining: "The old man asked you to dismantle the bomb, and still expect me to stay there?"

Ji Mao didn't look back, and just put his travel bag on the sofa. He was hugged from behind.

He Zhi hugged very hard, and Ji Mao's body protection net rose to a state of alert, only to send him an alarm.

The man behind his arms hugged so tightly, it seemed that he really missed Ji Mao, but he was dumb and couldn't speak.

Ji Mao was in a daze. Suddenly the system prompts that the temperature sensor is blocked, and the temperature of the blocking object is 36.9 degrees.

The temperature sensor is installed on the back of Ji Mao's neck, and He Zhi's lips are just covering the small piece of his skin, rubbing back and forth.

He Zhi likes this area on the back of Ji Mao's neck, because only on this little skin, he touches Ji Mao, and Ji Mao knows that He Zhi is touching him.

Hugging Ji Mao enough, He Zhi pulled him to his side and examined him from head to toe.

Although Ji Mao does not have a perception system for the time being, since being protected by He Yongchen, a senior engineer from a whole project team has served him. His human body analysis system is perfected day by day, and he is very sensitive to human body behavior.

At this moment, he found that the hand that He Zhi was holding his left hand to check was a little trembling, so he raised his right hand and pressed the back of He Zhi's hand: "It's okay, what's the nervousness."

"What's this?" He Zhi squeezed Ji Mao's right hand. Ji Mao was taken aback and wanted to withdraw his hand, but He Zhi was so strong that he grabbed him, and slowly turned his hand over, revealing the cracks on his palm.

"I'm okay, and it doesn't hurt." Ji Mao knew that He Zhi was very irritable when he saw his body hurt. He didn't dare to talk about some of them, so he focused and sincerely remedied it.

"You are all I have," He Zhi rubbed Ji Mao's palm, head down grimly, "Fuck, next time he let you do this sort of work, I first bombing his headquarters."

Ji Mao knew this time he should said nothing else, and had to withdrew his palm and change the subject: "How do you know how I was in the Middle East?"

"The old man told me, afraid to make me angry." He Zhi stood up, went to his luggage, found a band-aid, and smoothed the wound on Ji Mao, and said, "It's a damn shit, you can be honest, tell me what do you do."

Ji Mao didn't refute, He Zhi yelled at his dad while flattening the band-aid.

After cursing for a while, He Zhi finally calmed down, and said: "But the old man is fine sometimes. Let me bring you a new body with a sensor system."

Ji Mao was stunned, He Zhi said: "It's better not to be sensitive when you do these kind of task. It is enough to be sensitive when you go to bed with me."

Ji Mao looked at him and didn't know what to answer.

At this time, there was a knock at the door, Ji Mao's dinner arrived. Ji Mao opened the door, and the waiter pushed the restaurant station at the door.

There are many people in the nuclear power base, from operators to chefs and service personnel. Logan almost handed over all tasks that did not require precise measurement to humans.

Ji Mao walked to the door, thanked the waiter, came in with the dinner plate, and said to He Zhi: "Just for you to eat."

He Zhi swaggered and sat on his sofa, watching Ji Mao put the dinner plate on the table. Glancing at the dishes: "Ke Ming will give you this kind of food?"

"..." Ji Mao silently helped him remove the tableware, "I won't eat it."

He Zhi leaned over and ate a few bites. He put his fork down and commented: "Looking back, Ke Ming won't change the chef, I changed him."

"You are too lenient." Ji Mao poured him a glass of water and handed it over.

"The old man said to me next month to take over nuclear power in the Middle East," He Zhi pick up the glass, drank, and argued, "You have to come."

It is the fact that he was accustomed to overbearing and ruthless, in the past, he never gave face to anyone, and only when he talked to Ji Mao, he would put the shelf down, and suddenly he became a mortal.

Ji Mao sat aside and didn't speak. He turned on the TV screen. There were only three stations inside. The sound of the screen was intermittent. The two had not seen each other for too long. They both pretended to be watching the K Mandarin broadcast news seriously, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

After sitting for a while, Ji Mao finally broke the deadlock and asked, "How many days are you staying?"

"Two days." He Zhi answered.

"Oh," Ji Mao lowered his head and pursed his mouth, "I will leave tomorrow afternoon, and you can send it to me." "What to send?" He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao by the wrist and pulled him over, "The Nordic project is finished. You stay with me."

Ji Mao glanced at him and sat on him with his legs raised. He Zhi's body was a little stiff, and he let go of his hands. He placed him on the sofa, he looked at Ji Mao. He leaned over to his ear and said, "Do you want to do it?" "Let's wait for you to change your body," He Zhi said so, putting his hand on Ji Mao's shoulder, and still didn't want to push him for a long time.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Ji Mao followed He Zhi, turning his face to kiss his lips.

He Zhi could hardly refuse Ji Mao most of the time. Ji Mao closed his eyes slightly and carefully touch the tongue. He hummed with enjoyment and pleasure in his nasal cavity and tried to kiss him.

He Zhi was kissed by him for a while, and finally pushed Ji Mao away a bit by pressing Ji Mao's shoulder.

Ji Mao touched He Zhi's thing with his legs and whispered: "You are hard."

"Ji Mao," He Zhi pushed him on the sofa, "Don't fucking tease me."

"Why are you silly," Ji Mao joked with him, "Aren't I your inflatable doll?"

But it didn't seem funny, He Zhi's face was still stern, he looked angry, pinching Ji Mao's chin, he said: "What do you mean, turn over my old account?"

Ji Mao was not afraid of him, looked at He Zhi with a smile, and said, "Isn't it true."

"Fuck," He Zhi give up, looking at Ji Mao a little sullenly. "Okay, don't say it."

He Zhi spoke fiercely, but the gesture of kissing Ji Mao was very gentle.

The kiss is not long, and it is more like a stamping ceremony than the kissing between couples.

Ji Mao knew that He Zhi restrained his lust, so he could feel his love.

He quickly left Ji Mao and said, "I'll take you to change."

Ji Mao nodded and asked He Zhi, "Do you know if you can do more?"

He Zhi couldn't stop Ji Mao's mouth, so he directly picked him up, strode out, and carried him to the side of his aircraft. The hatch spontaneously opened before putting Ji Mao down.