lcionline Chapter 405 The Mad Beauty Victoria
Chapter 405 The Mad Beauty Victoria
Chapter 405 The Mad Beauty Victoria
If the food supermarket we just visited was paradise, then the liquor store we're visiting now is a battlefield.
Dozens of hunters crowded in front of the shelves, each clutching US dollars or Danish kroner in their hands, their eyes fixed on the rows of glass bottles on the wall with fanaticism.
The alcohol here is not only tax-free, but also comes in a wide variety.
For Greenlanders, who can only buy expensive, low-alcohol beverages in Denmark's monopolized stores, this is a promised land flowing with honey and milk.
"Pita! Open the box!"
Odak rushed to the whisky shelf, didn't even look at the brand, and reached straight for the 1.75-liter bottle.
"Jack Daniels! Six bottles! That's hard currency!"
"Smirnoff vodka! It's cheap and super potent! I'll take a case!"
"And that! Dragon Cinnamon Whisky! One sip of that stuff and it's like a fire in your stomach, the perfect companion on ice!"
However, when they pushed their cart full of alcohol to the cashier, the sergeant in charge of checking out held out his hand with a stern face: "Quota card."
The U.S. military also fears that these hunters will become "scalpers," so it has strict limits on the amount each good citizen certificate can purchase, with a limit of 3 bottles of spirits and 2 cartons of cigarettes per person.
Odak was dumbfounded; there were at least twenty bottles of liquor in his car.
"Lin!" The old guide immediately turned around, looking at Lin Yu'an with pleading eyes, "Your green card! And Peeta! Come here quickly!"
Lin Yu-an stepped forward and handed over his identification and a Cohiba cigar, saying, "This is for our two quotas."
The sergeant could say, "Okay, add your quota—it's still a bit over the limit, but since it's for your own consumption, I'll pretend I didn't see the extra bottles."
Ultimately, with the help of Lin Yu-an, a "powerful outsider," Audak bought the wine.
Besides alcohol, there were also cartons of Marlboro Red Label cigarettes. In the Arctic, these red cigarette packs are more valuable than currency.
"We're rich! This time we've really struck it rich!"
As he left the store, Odak patted the boxes of his spoils, grinning from ear to ear: "These boxes of liquor, even if I don't drink them, I can resell them to those unlucky guys without licenses and still get a couple of polar bear pelts in return!"
"Is everything packed? Check the ropes! Don't spill the liquor!"
Odak carefully wrapped the wine chest in reindeer hide and placed it in the middle of the sled.
Just then, a black armored Humvee silently slid over and blocked his sled. The front window rolled down, revealing the colonel's serious face.
"Mr. Lin, may I have a word with you in private?"
Audak was a little nervous, thinking something had gone wrong. Lin Yu'an indicated that everything was fine, then walked alone to the Hummer.
The colonel opened the car door, letting in a blast of cold wind, but he didn't seem to care. He handed a delicate wooden box to Lin Yu'an.
"Here are the two bottles of Brandon single barrel bourbon you requested. The other bottle is a personal gift from me; it's an old Kentucky product."
"Thank you, sir." Lin Yu'an accepted the wine but didn't leave immediately, noticing the hesitation in the colonel's eyes. "Is there anything else?"
The colonel glanced around at the heavily armed military police and, after confirming that no one could hear the conversation,...
He turned slightly to the side, lowered his voice, and said in his thick Texas accent, "Kid, I can smell it."
The colonel took a deep sniff, his expression as if he were smelling the girl's fragrance in the air filled with the smell of kerosene and ice crystals.
"That's the taste of Cohiba, and it's not that bastard General Electric cigar company's counterfeit."
The colonel's tone held a complex longing: "Do you know how ironic this is?"
"Before signing the trade embargo against Cuba, Kennedy had his secretary buy him a full 1,200 Upmann cigars."
"From then on, we law-abiding American fools could only smoke those Dominican weed cigarettes with the red dot stickers."
He pointed in the direction of the base supermarket, "The so-called Cohiba sold in our base supermarket tastes like corn husks when you smoke it, it's completely soulless!"
The colonel took another greedy breath. "But this one you're wearing—it's definitely genuine Havana stuff."
"This is the flavor fermented from the red soil of Binaldrio and the Caribbean sun."
"In the United States, even on the black market, this taste means a federal felony and a large sum of money."
Lin Yu'an smiled. He knew that for a seasoned smoker, the aroma of this top-grade tobacco, which had undergone three fermentations, was harder to mask than any perfume.
He didn't speak, but reached into his pocket and pulled out an exquisite Spanish cedar wood portable humidifier.
"Your nose is more sensitive than that multi-billion dollar radar, sir."
Lin Yu'an flicked his finger and opened the box.
Inside were not ordinary items, but eight neatly stacked Cohiba Beike bars with a black piano lacquer finish.
On the distinctive black and gold checkered ring, the golden holographic anti-counterfeiting label featuring the head of a Tainu person gleamed in the afterglow of the sun.
"Sir, this is a prohibited item in the United States. But in Greenland, it's a great remedy for keeping warm."
Lin Yu'an handed over the entire box along with the eight cigars inside, his tone as casual as if he were handing over a pack of chewing gum.
"This is for you. In this place where there is only ice, snow and steel, you need a little comfort from the tropics."
The colonel looked at the row of Beykos, which were not only expensive but also extremely rare, and his Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.
He knew very well the significance of this box; it wasn't just a matter of a few thousand dollars.
This is a scarce resource in Miami and New York today; it's a hard currency that can make everyone turn heads at high-end dinners.
He took the box, his fingers gently stroking the glossy, smooth wrapper of the cigar, a look of ecstasy on his face as if he were seeing his first love.
"Beike—God, this is a crime."
The colonel quickly stuffed the box into his inner pocket and patted Lin Yu'an on the shoulder.
At this moment, his gaze finally shifted from that of a dignified base commander to that of Lin Yu'an, a fellow villager.
"This is the real deal, the real Havana. It's much more useful than the medals the Pentagon gives out."
"Thank you, child. I'll remember this kindness."
But the colonel did not end the conversation there. He turned to look at the hunters' convoy in the distance, who were carrying cheap canned goods and biscuits, and a deep sense of envy and loneliness appeared in his eyes.
"Son, do you know? I have a two-thousand-acre ranch in Hill Creek, Texas."
The colonel gazed at the distant, continuous glaciers, as if he could see his hometown oak forest through the wind and snow.
"When I was six, my dad gave me a Winchester rifle. I grew up drinking whiskey and hunting white-tailed deer."
"In my hometown, if a man doesn't bring back a decent antler in the fall, he doesn't even have the confidence to speak loudly in a bar."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yu'an's eyebrows twitched suddenly.
Hill Creek, two thousand acres, an old-fashioned hunter father—these keywords instantly evoked a scene from the depths of his memory.
He instinctively asked, "Sir, if I may ask, is your father named Buck? Buck Jones?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The colonel, who was immersed in homesickness one second, suddenly changed his aura the next.
The warmth of fellow Texas natives vanished instantly, replaced by the sharp and dangerous gaze of the base's supreme commander, as sharp as a hawk's.
His hand almost instinctively reached for the tactical walkie-talkie at his waist, his body leaning slightly forward, presenting an extremely imposing attack posture.
Stop.
The colonel's voice was as cold as a glacier, all traces of his previous amiability gone: "Take a step back and put your hands where I can see them."
He stared intently at Lin Yu'an, speaking rapidly and threateningly: "Listen, kid. My file is confidential, and my home address is encrypted."
"In this military restricted area thousands of kilometers from the U.S. mainland, a green card holder suddenly and accurately said my father's name."
The colonel's finger was already on the talk button on the walkie-talkie. "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation within five seconds, you'll be detained as a foreign spy."
"Believe me, this interrogation room is colder than the ice field outside."
Lin Yu'an immediately raised his hands, his face showing no panic, but rather a helpless, bitter smile.
"Don't be nervous, sir. I'm not a spy. Spies aren't that stupid."
Lin Yu'an looked at the highly vigilant veteran and calmly said, "The reason I know this is because I personally visited that farm more than a year ago."
"If I remember correctly, there was a wooden sign hanging at the gate of your old farm, with a warning line carved on it that was full of Texas dark humor—"
—
"Rattlesnake Farm, private property. Trespassers beware of bullets and you might get eaten by wild boars."
The colonel's fingers, gripping the walkie-talkie, loosened slightly, and a crack appeared in the murderous intent in his eyes.
Lin Yu'an pressed his advantage: "Moreover, Mr. Buck's favorite things are that gleaming Colt Peacemaker revolver and his Catahoula hounds that can take on cougars one-on-one."
"I remember there was a picture of you riding a horse when you were young hanging on the wall of his living room. I said that when I first saw you, I felt like I had seen you somewhere before."
As Lin Yu'an described it, the colonel's icy expression shattered, eventually turning into an incredulous astonishment.
"God—" The colonel's eyes widened, his voice hoarse with shock, "You've been to Rattlesnake Farm? You've met Old Buck?"
"Yes, just a year ago, in the summer."
Lin Yu'an nodded, his gaze softening, as if through the swirling snow, he could see again that hot and vibrant morning in Texas.
"I was a novice hunter who had just obtained my hunter's license. Mr. Buck invited me to hunt wild boars, and that was the first time in my life that I actually hunted with a compound bow."
At this point, Lin Yu'an looked at the colonel, his tone filled with deep respect: "To be honest, as a Chinese student at the time, I encountered a lot of cold looks and exclusion in Texas. But Mr. Buck was different."
"He was the best Texas cowboy I'd ever met. He didn't care about skin color or where I came from. All he cared about was how steady I was with my bow and how accurate my shot was."
"That afternoon, he personally led me to lie in the bushes for three hours, teaching me how to tell the wind direction and how to walk like a cat."
"He even taught me the tracking skills he learned in the Vietnam War without reservation."
"He is kind, generous, and happy to guide every young person who truly loves the wilderness."
Lin Yu paused for a moment, then said softly, "He was a legendary hunter worthy of respect. But at the same time—he was also a lonely father looking at old photos and missing his son."
These words were like a precise bullet, shattering the colonel's last shred of the hard shell that made him a "commander."
The colonel fell completely silent.
The cold wind howled through the barbed wire fence of the radar station, making a whistling sound.
The colonel turned his back, seemingly not wanting the young man to see his expression.
He took off his heavy tactical gloves and rubbed his face hard with his rough hands.
When he turned around again, his eyes were slightly red, a result of the polar wind and the surging emotions within him.
Five years have passed —
The colonel's voice was hoarse and trembling slightly: "I haven't seen him for five whole years since I was promoted to colonel and took over the mission of this radar station."
"In five years, I missed five Christmases, and even his seventieth birthday."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I always thought he was living a carefree life on the farm, riding horses and drinking every day, and had long forgotten about me, his son who never comes home. I never expected—"
The colonel took a deep breath, trying to suppress the lump in his throat: "I never expected that stubborn old man would still have a photo of me when I was a child."
"What a fucking small world," the colonel exclaimed, his wariness completely vanishing when he looked at Lin Yu'an again.
Instead, there was a sense of warmth and emotion, like looking at one's own nephew.
But soon, this warmth turned into a deeper sense of helplessness.
He held up his tactical-gloved hand, pointing to the silver eagle insignia on his epaulets, his voice turning bitter: "Bark is still freely chasing wild boars on the farm, while his son—is here as a damn base commander. I'm wearing a leash called 'Duty' around my neck."
"I am responsible for the lives of more than 500 soldiers at the base, and for the multi-billion dollar machine behind me..."
The radar responsible is related to national nuclear security.
The colonel turned around and kicked the clean asphalt line beneath his feet with his boot: "The regulations are my prison walls. They stipulate that I cannot leave the 50-kilometer radius of the base's core area."
"Even if I had the fastest snowmobile in the entire base, I couldn't be like you guys, or like old Buck, driving dogs into the wilderness to chase the storm."
"I've been in this godforsaken, so-called strategic location for five whole years."
The colonel pointed in the direction of the mess hall and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know how torturous this is?"
"Sometimes when I have binoculars, I can see wild musk oxen strolling leisurely several kilometers away."
I can see their long, flowing hairs and imagine the texture of their flesh.
"But all I could do was sit in the temperature-controlled officers' mess hall, chewing on frozen beef patties or those damn fried chicken nuggets that the logistics department had transported from thousands of kilometers away."
"For me, this is a kind of imprisonment. A high-security, icy prison."
After venting his frustration, he turned his head and stared intently at Lin Yu'an.
Since Lin Yu'an knew his father and was also a hunter recognized by Old Buck, the request became more reasonable and even carried a sense of family inheritance.
"Lin, since you know Buck, you should know what happens to the men of the Joan family if they can't hunt."
"In two months, I'll be rotating back home. Before leaving this icy wasteland, I don't want to go back to see that old man with only regrets and a bunch of boring documents."
"If—I mean if—during my leave before leaving office, I would take off this ridiculously conspicuous military uniform here and fly to Ilulissat to find you as a civilian."
"Could you take me on a real hunt?"
A primal desire burned in his eyes: "I don't want that kind of tourist hunting game designed for visitors wearing Canada Goose jackets."
"I want to be a real Inuit, or like Old Buck when he was young. Living in a tent, sleeping in a sleeping bag, eating raw meat, and spending the night on the ice field with a dog-pulled sled."
"I want to track it myself, pull the trigger myself, and feel the pain of the recoil hitting my shoulder."
The colonel stretched out his rough, large hand and made a grasping motion in the air: "I want a real bull skull to hang on the fireplace, next to Buck's pile of trophies."
"When my grandson asks, I can proudly tell him that this is something his grandfather won by battling the wind and snow in the Arctic Circle, not something he bought for thousands of dollars."
Lin Yuan quietly watched this Texas tough guy who was bound by power.
If you didn't know Buck, this might have just been a business deal. But now, it's a favor, a tribute to an elderly father.
Lin Yu'an reached out and firmly shook hands with the large, tactical-gloved hand, giving the most solemn promise among hunters: "No problem, Mr. Jones."
Lin Yu'an stopped calling him "commander": "Contact me when you're on leave. I'll take you to the wildest place, where the wind can crack rocks and the musk oxen are tougher than tanks."
"You'll get your spoils, the ones you took with your own hands. Buck will be so proud of you when he sees them."
"Thank you, I hope it goes as you said. By the way, Old Buck's birthday is in six months. You must come to my farm then and help me give him a surprise."
"It's a deal!"
The colonel gripped the grip tightly, with an astonishing force.
At this moment, it was not just a transaction, but more like a bloody pact between two Texas cowboys.
For freedom, and for the bond from the Rattlesnake Farm.
The deal was done, and Lin Yu'an was just about to turn and leave.
"Wait a minute, child."
Colonel Ike Jones exhaled a smoke ring and called out to him, "Don't rush off. Those cigarettes are worth more than just a little face."
The colonel opened the car door and pointed to the passenger seat: "Get in. Since Old Buck considers you a friend, I can't be stingy. I'll take you to a good place; some things can't be traded in that shabby hangar."
The Hummer roared to life, kicking up a cloud of snow dust, and drove away from the bustling trading market, heading towards the logistics warehouse area deep within the base.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a huge concrete building. Security here was noticeably tighter than in the market, with two fully armed guards standing at the entrance.
As soon as the colonel stepped out of the car, two guards immediately snapped to attention and gave a crisp military salute: "Good afternoon, Colonel!"
Colonel Jones casually returned the salute, then called into the walkie-talkie, "Major Anderson, come out here for a moment."
I'm at Gate 3.
Not long after, a figure wearing a flight jumpsuit walked out from the side door.
She looked to be around thirty years old, with soft, golden curls that cascaded loosely over her shoulders, accentuating her well-defined jawline.
Those icy blue eyes were clear and resolute, her features deep and striking, exuding a cold elegance and strength unique to mature women.
The tight-fitting bodysuit accentuated her toned physique honed through years of gym workouts, and the name tag on her chest read "Victoria Anderson."
Major Anderson walked up to the colonel, glancing first at Lin Yu'an before his gaze fell on the half-smoked cigar held between the colonel's fingers, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Sir, the medical officer warned you just last week."
"Ahem—" Colonel Jones awkwardly hid his cigar behind his back and abruptly changed the subject.
"Major Victoria, this is Lin. Take him to your storeroom. Get him a complete set of ECWCSGn."
III. From Level 1 to Level 7.
"And those two pairs of boots, those white boots, make sure he has them all."
After saying that, the colonel patted Lin Yu'an on the shoulder: "Go on, kid, pick the one that fits best. That's the pinnacle of human industrial resistance to the cold; you could even sleep in an ice cave and be fine."
The Hummer started up again, and the colonel went to attend to his official duties, leaving Lin Yu'an and the aloof female quartermaster standing in the cold wind.
"Come with me."
Major Anderson coldly uttered a sentence and turned to walk towards the warehouse door.
Along the way, Lin Yu'an discovered that this woman held an extremely high status.
Every U.S. soldier who passed by, whether a non-commissioned officer carrying supplies or a logistics soldier driving a forklift, would immediately stop what they were doing, stand at attention, and salute when they saw her.
"Sir!"
Anderson simply nodded indifferently, his footsteps continuing, his tall military boots making a crisp sound on the concrete floor.
Instead of taking Lin Yu'an directly to the hall where he could collect supplies, she led him through a maze-like corridor to a private office located deep inside the warehouse.
"Click".
As she swiped her card to enter, the heavy electronic lock automatically locked behind her.
The room was warm, with a faint aroma of coffee in the air. There was only a large desk and a simple cot.
Anderson walked to his desk, but instead of taking the application form, he slowly poured himself a cup of coffee and asked with his back to Lin Yu'an, "That cigar was for the colonel, wasn't it?"
Her voice was slightly husky and magnetic. She turned around and scrutinized Lin Yu'an from head to toe with a critical look: "You think you can trade me the best individual equipment in my warehouse for just a few cigars?"
"That was the Colonel's kind gesture, sir," Lin Yu'an replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. "And my coming here was also at the behest of Colonel Ike Jones."
"You're trying to intimidate me with him? Very well." Anderson's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "With me, there are no colonels. Only whether the size fits."
"Also, are you married?"
"Um, I'm married and have two kids."
She put down her coffee cup, a flash of anger in her eyes, and pointed to the empty space in the corner: "Take off your clothes."
Lin Yu'an was taken aback for a moment: "Sir, I wear the standard size. There's no need to try it on; I know my size very well."
Anderson shook his head, his right hand expertly reaching for his waist.
"Swish"
A standard-issue M18 (SIGP320) pistol appeared in her hand, its dark muzzle steadily aimed at Lin Yu'an's chest.
"As the logistics supervisor, I must ensure that every piece of equipment that leaves my station fits the soldier's body perfectly."
Anderson flicked his thumb, and with a "click," the safety on the pistol was released.
Her eyes held a menacing intensity: "Take it off. Take it all off. This is part of the inspection procedure."
"This is a military restricted area. If you refuse to cooperate, I can shoot you on the spot as a thief attempting to steal military supplies. Do you think the military police will trust you or me?"
Lin Yu'an narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had faced countless dangers, fought bears, and confronted armed poachers, but this was the first time he had been insulted by a female officer for such an absurd reason.
Lin Yu'an glanced at the gun, then at the mad and suppressed flame deep in Anderson's eyes, and vaguely understood something.
"Excuse my bluntness, sir, but you seem to be treating me like a Black person."
His implication was that this was racial discrimination, and if it were about killing someone, she wouldn't need to say so much nonsense.
In a base full of surveillance and military police, he couldn't force the issue.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Yu'an's eyes as he reached out and unbuckled his belt. "As you wish, sir."
As the clothes fell to the ground one by one, Lin Yu'an's sculpted, well-defined muscles were revealed.
It was a body brimming with explosive power, completely different from the muscles built in the gym.
Anderson's gaze swept over him, a hint of surprise flashing in his originally cold eyes, which then turned into a kind of morbid satisfaction.
"Not enough."
She shook her head, lowered the gun slightly, signaling him to continue.
"I need to perform a full-body size assessment to ensure that the Level 1 inner layer I'm provided won't cause friction damage to your sensitive areas."
This reason is utterly absurd, and its insulting nature is obvious.
Even more absurdly, she actually took out a digital camera and started taking pictures.
Lin Yu'an clenched his fist quietly at his side, his nails almost digging into his palm.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to throw the woman into the spatial dimension and kill her.
Anderson's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer, ready to watch the show unfold. She was prepared with a bellyful of vicious sarcasm.
"Don't make me repeat myself. After verifying your size, I still have a lot of work to do, such as discussing the suspected theft with the military police."
It was that kind of threat again. Lin Yu'an racked his brains for a solution. He wasn't confident he could disarm her at this distance. He could only cooperate first, and then find an opportunity to take the gun and delete the photos.
Finally, he slowly began to remove the last barrier.
She spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "I thought Asian men only appeared smaller in movies. It seems there are some stereotypes, indeed..."
As her gaze moved downwards, "Hmm—?"
However, when her gaze finally landed where she wanted to see, the smile on her face instantly froze.
The expected petite size did not materialize; instead, a robust and imposing figure, matching his explosive physique, was clearly present.
It lies dormant there quietly, yet it seems to contain the power of a volcano.
Anderson's pupils contracted sharply.
In that instant, she felt as if she were not examining a prisoner, but facing a sleeping behemoth that could awaken at any moment.
All the sarcastic remarks she had prepared stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.
The original theme of "humiliation" subtly took a different turn at this moment.
She forcefully suppressed the shock in her heart, stepped forward, and pressed the pistol against Lin Yu'an's chest. She was trying to regain control of herself through her actions.
"It seems stereotypes are indeed unacceptable. But, are you of Black descent? Is that why..."
This statement is more lethal than the gun barrel itself.
It was not just an insult, but a blatant act of racial discrimination and the most vicious trampling of his dignity.
The string of reason in Lin Yu'an's heart snapped with a "snap".
And the opportunity had arrived! The overwhelming humiliation and anger in his heart instantly ignited, transforming into an extremely cold killing intent.
His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto the M18 pistol in her hand.
Right now.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Yu'an moved, as fast as lightning, like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time, launching a deadly attack in an instant!
Anderson felt a tearing pain in his wrist, and before he could react, the M18 was already in the other man's hands.
His large hand covered her mouth tightly. To Lin Yu'an's surprise, she did not struggle violently. She simply opened her beautiful, icy blue eyes and looked at him quietly. There was no fear in her eyes; instead, a strange light flickered within them.
The moment the pistol touched his hand, Lin Yu'an sensed something was wrong.
"Click!" He skillfully removed the magazine with one hand.
"Huh? It's empty."
It turned out to be just a toy to scare people. Lin Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, the murderous intent in his heart began to recede, and his rationality gradually returned.
He released his hand from Victoria's and looked at the arrogant female major in front of him: "It seems your courage doesn't match your rank, Major."
However, Victoria's reaction was completely beyond his expectations.
Instead of anger, his face blossomed into a morbidly radiant smile. His blue eyes gleamed with an almost manic excitement.
Her breath was sweet and fragrant in his ear, yet it was like the forked tongue of a viper. "Oh? Is that so? You thought everything that just happened was just a prank?"
Victoria suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that her body trembled slightly.
His eyes became fiery and frenzied, filled with a desire for self-destruction!
"What? You think it's your turn to dominate the game now? What do you want to do?"
She whispered in a seductive, coaxing tone, "Want to humiliate me here? Tear this cumbersome uniform off me? Pin me against the wall and make me scream?"
"Hmm—I think I like this script." She took a step back, deliberately creating distance between them.
Then, in front of Lin Yu'an, she walked to the office communicator and pressed the intercom button in a calm tone that was chilling.
"This is Major Victoria Anderson, the logistics supervisor."
A guard's response came through the communicator: "Major! What are the instructions?"
Victoria glanced at the clock on the wall, then at Lin Yu'an, a mischievous smile on her face, and slowly said, "Set a ten-minute countdown. After ten minutes, if I haven't issued any instructions indicating everything is normal..."
"Then immediately send a fully armed platoon of military police into my office. Authorize them to use the highest force to eliminate any threat."
"—Yes, sir!" The guard's voice was full of confusion, but he still carried out the order.
The call ended, and the office fell into a deathly silence.
Her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and trembling: "Now, the game begins, dear hunter. You have ten minutes."
"In ten minutes, there may be two bodies here. One is the female major who died in the line of duty, and the other is the heinous intruder."
"A perfect story, isn't it?"
She looked at Lin Yu'an's pupils, which were contracting violently in shock, and felt extremely satisfied.
"You're crazy! What do you want?" Lin Yu'an's voice was icy. This was the first time he had encountered a woman who treated death like a game.
"It's not up to me, my dear hunter, but up to your sincerity," Victoria said slowly, glancing at the clock on the wall. "You have nine minutes left. Perhaps—you could try kneeling down and begging me to cancel the order?"
Control seemed to have returned to the madwoman's hands. The air froze, and every passing second felt like the tolling of a death knell.
If he didn't do as she said, he might really be shot dead by the military police who rushed in nine minutes later.
Time passed by, second by second.
"You have six minutes left." Victoria's voice carried a hint of disappointed languor.
Finally, Lin Yu'an moved.
But Lin Yu'an neither knelt down nor ran away.
He approached step by step, and Anderson took a step back until his back hit the cold wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
He leaned against the wall with one hand, looking down into those eyes that held a hint of excitement.
Victoria, somewhat frantically, exclaimed, "Oh? Looks like you have a plan. I hope you have the courage to continue, instead of being like that piece of shit gay bastard Anderson who only wants to be the butt of a piss!"
Lin Yu'an stopped talking nonsense, and the next second, there was the sound of a flight jumpsuit zipper.
The symbolic struggles and shoving quickly disappeared, and in this oppressive, lonely, and cold base filled with only endless polar nights and monotonous work, emotions gradually erupted.
The second hand of the clock on the wall is slowly approaching its final destination.
Just when they had completely succumbed and were almost forgetting that insane command, their movements suddenly stopped.
She stepped back and stood a step away, still carrying the pungent scent of her freshly applied perfume.
"What's wrong?" The voice was hoarse and unfocused, and the eyes were filled with confusion and longing at being interrupted.
Lin Yu'an gently gestured with his chin towards the cold internal communicator on his desk.
The meaning couldn't be clearer.
Victoria's pupils focused instantly. She glanced at the clock on the wall; the second hand was already pointing to ten o'clock. Only one minute and fifty seconds remained before the military police broke down the door.
At this moment, she was somewhat surprised. This man hadn't forgotten everything in his desire, as she had expected.
He remained calm throughout.
Without the slightest hesitation, Victoria, barefoot and unsteady, walked to the desk and pressed the call button.
Her voice trembled uncontrollably from the passion she had just experienced, yet she tried her best to maintain the dignity of a major.
"This is Major Anderson—all clear. We were just conducting a—surprise stress test."
"—Received, sir." A relieved voice came from the other end of the communicator.
The call ended, and the threat of death receded like the tide.
She slowly put down the communicator, turned around, and looked at Lin Yu'an again.
Her legs were still slightly weak, lingering from the storm. But in her eyes, the morbid flame had not been extinguished; instead, it burned even more fiercely and wildly.
The air in the lounge became scalding and murky, filled with an almost violent allure.
She licked her swollen lips, a look of utter satisfaction spreading across her face.
With an extremely hoarse voice, he softly uttered two words: "————Continue."
About an hour later.
Lin Yu'an looked at the female major with a dazed look in her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
She picked up her camera and began taking pictures of the disheveled woman who was still trembling slightly, giving her a taste of her own medicine.
This is a true reflection of what happened in actual combat.
After Lin Yu-an finished taking the photos, he flipped through his photo album, intending to delete the video that had just been filmed of him.
His gaze lingered for a second on a few other private selfies. "It seems, Major, you really are—very good at using tools to find solace on your own."
After saying that, he stepped forward and, very gentlemanly, placed the camera next to her.
Lin Yu'an's voice was as calm as if nothing had happened: "Get up, Major. Looks like I've won this round. We should go get my equipment."
Victoria looked at the man, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—shame, satisfaction, submission, but no love.
Seeing that look in his eyes, Lin Yu'an's desire was aroused again, but he suppressed it with his strong willpower.
"Major, your eyes are very captivating right now," he stated calmly. "Keep it up, I'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, he turned around, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.
"Click".
With the sound of the door closing, the office fell silent once again.
Victoria looked down at her disheveled body, her previously dazed gaze gradually replaced by a frenzied fire.
She suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh filled with paranoia and a morbid possessiveness that sounded particularly eerie in the empty room.
"Interesting—really interesting—" she murmured to herself, "You think you've won this round, right?"
Did he win what he called male dignity?
"Hmph."
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