Tang Wan was unaware of the danger that was approaching, and was still battling wits and courage with his fans, trying to make sure that they could see him but not catch him. After making his fans go mad with laughter, he finally got tired of playing and pressed Da Zhuang on the table to use him as a pillow.

"I'm tired. I don't want to move. I want to go home." Tang Wan rubbed the soft "pillow", stretched out his long legs, and lay lazily, like a big jelly that could not be lifted.

Zong He turned back and licked his forehead, "Go home when you are tired of playing, stupid."

Tang Wan pulled his tail in annoyance, "You really look like your uncle! You have a very poisonous tongue!"

Zong He was silent for a while, then he hooked Tang Wan's finger with his claws and said seriously, "I'll tell you something after we get back."

"Oh, you have a little secret?" Tang Wan smiled and pinched the paw pad in front of him. "Okay, tell me when you get back, which girl in your class do you like? Have you ever secretly given her snacks?"

Zong He pulled back his claws tiredly. He was serious and didn't want to hide his identity any longer. It was too troublesome.

When they got on the aircraft, Tang Wan held Da Zhuang in his arms, leaning his head against the seat and feeling drowsy.

Ji Yan thoughtfully laid the chairs flat, and the four seats formed a soft couch. Tang Wan lay on it comfortably, hugged the cat in his arms, yawned, and told Ji Yan: "Xiao Ji, call me when you are almost home."

Zong He used his claws to pull the blanket next to him over, and Ji Yan quickly covered them both with it. Zong He lay contentedly in Tang Wan's arms and closed his eyes.

The aircraft slowed down and flew slowly and steadily. Ji Yan adjusted the temperature inside the aircraft to make Tang Wan sleep more comfortably. Not long after leaving the amusement park, Tang Wan fell asleep.

After a while, Zong He opened his eyes alertly and got out of Tang Wan's arms. Ji Yan followed his gaze and looked out the window, and sensitively noticed something was wrong.

People who face danger all year round always have an extra perception ability than normal people. This ability allows them to predict the coming of danger in advance and become alert as a conditioned reflex.

Ji Yan asked softly, "Marshal, do you want to wake up the lady?"

Zong He looked outside coldly, "Wake him up in three minutes and give him two minutes of buffer time. In five minutes, the aircraft will pass over the abandoned No. 1002 transfer station. If they want to take action, they must be there."

Ji Yan responded calmly, unscrewed the button on his wrist, put on a black combat suit, and was ready for battle.

Zong He shook his head, "Don't let him see you like this in the future."

Ji Yan:?

Zong He said disdainfully: "Scare him."

Ji Yan obediently returned his combat uniform and did not dare to refute.

Zong He was still sitting beside Tang Wan's pillow, looking outside calmly and calculating the time silently.

Three minutes later, Tang Wan was woken up by Ji Yan and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Ji Yan squatted beside Tang Wan and said obediently: "In two minutes, our aircraft will be attacked, don't be afraid."

Tang Wan looked outside. The scenery was the same as usual. However, since Ji Yan said so and time was so tight, Tang Wan would never ask questions and drag his feet. He hugged the kitten sitting next to him, rubbed the kitten's head, and said in a gentle, firm and powerful voice: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Zong He: “…”

As expected by Zong He, when it reached the sky above the abandoned transfer station No. 1002, the ground suddenly launched an attack. The aircraft instantly dodged the particle cannon fired from below, and after several rolls in the air, the tail wing stretched out, and a pair of steel wings grew underneath, instantly transforming into a fighter jet.

Tang Wan's seat had been moved to the innermost part, becoming the command center. The four chairs were separated again and moved to form the command center. Tang Wan held the cat in his arms, looking confused: WTF! It's transformed!

Before he could react, the safety buckle on the seat had automatically tied his waist, fixing him firmly in the seat. A seat in front of him popped up from the nose of the plane. The pilot was a big bald man. He was not nervous at all and said with a smile: "Madam, I apply for the freedom to use my ability to fly a fighter plane, and I also want the right to fight back!"

Tang Wan didn't even think twice, "Give it to me!"

This is nonsense. If you don't fight back, you will be beaten. If you apply in advance when you want to dodge, you will be beaten down long ago.

After the bald brother got the OK, the fighter plane immediately made a 180-degree rotation, followed by a head-down roll. Tang Wan's head was buzzing, and then he heard a loud bang outside, and flames splashed. The bald brother whistled and said happily: "Report to the madam! The little reptile that followed us has been dealt with!"

Tang Wan just wanted to vomit and couldn’t say anything. This guy is a bit fierce!

At this time, another round of particle cannon fire was followed by several dilapidated aircraft suicidal crashes. Tang Wan's head was buzzing, and he hugged the cat in his arms tightly, his face pale.

In order to avoid danger, the fighter plane once again rotated, rolled, and even circled more than 700 degrees. Tang Wan, who had never received any training in this area, could no longer bear it and retched twice, his lips turning white.

Seeing him like this, Zong He couldn't bear it any longer and struggled to get out of Tang Wan's arms.

Tang Wan endured the dizziness and tried hard to grab Zong He, but only touched the tip of his tail. Tang Wan shouted to him anxiously: "There is danger, Da Zhuang!"

Zong He sighed, "Actually, I wanted to have a good talk with you after I got back. What a pity. Close your eyes. I'll be back soon."

Tang Wan's eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, he watched Da Zhuang grow bigger and bigger, turning into the black and gold tiger he was familiar with, who was more than two meters long. Then, a faint light flashed, and Zong He, wearing a black military combat suit, appeared before him. Tang Wan was completely stunned. Da Zhuang... turned into Zong He!

At this time, there was no time to explain anything to him. Zong He said in a deep voice: "Open the back warehouse, I want to go down."

The driver finally became serious, "Marshal, it's too dangerous for you to go down alone. The situation below is unknown, and you've already..."

Zong He was getting impatient. Seeing that the next wave of attacks was about to come, Tang Wan would suffer. He said coldly, "Follow the order!"

"Yes!" The bald man didn't dare to say any more nonsense. The rear compartment of the fighter plane was opened, and Tang Wan watched Zong He jump out of the compartment.

"Zong He!" Tang Wan didn't care why he transformed. His heart was tense with nervousness. Unfortunately, he was firmly trapped in the seat and couldn't even stand up.

Ji Yan held his shoulders and comforted him, "Don't worry, Madam. This is just a small scene. The marshal will be back soon. Close your eyes and don't look at it."

"What?" Tang Wan was looking out the window, trying to find any trace of Zong He, but the next second his eyes were covered by Ji Yan.

Ji Yan's voice was very soft, as gentle and well-behaved as usual, slowly comforting Tang Wan's tense nerves: "Madam, the marshal doesn't want you to watch, so don't watch it."

Tang Wan calmed down and sat still, letting Ji Yan cover his eyes. He knew what was happening outside without even looking. He couldn't imagine how Zong He could defeat so many people by himself. He was just worried about whether Zong He would be in danger or get hurt. In this situation, if he wanted to survive, he had to kill. Zong He didn't want him to see him killing people, he understood.

Seeing that he stopped struggling, Ji Yan let go of his hand and said apologetically, "Excuse me."

Tang Wan shook his head, gritted his teeth and tensed his face, waiting calmly. At this moment, the fighter plane suddenly rushed up at the speed of light. Bald Brother cursed in shock: "Fuck! The Marshal is using his ultimate skill! Who said that he has been lying down for three years and his legs are not agile!"

Tang Wan subconsciously looked out the window. The scenery just now had disappeared, and it was all pitch black. The entire fighter plane seemed to have entered a vacuum environment. Tang Wan once again anxiously looked for Zong He's shadow. Ji Yan still held his shoulders and told him to calm down. "Don't worry, Madam, the Marshal won."

Tang Wan was anxious, "What do you mean?"

Ji Yan said with a smile: "The entire transfer station below has disappeared."

Tang Wan's pupils shrank, "All...disappeared?"

Ji Yan nodded and said obediently: "Once the marshal gets angry, the consequences are devastating. How much is destroyed depends on his mood. Now it is obvious that he is very angry. He is so angry that he destroyed the entire abandoned transfer station to the point where not even a slag is left."

Tang Wan breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t matter whether it was destroyed or not. He was just worried about Zong He.

After waiting anxiously for another three minutes, Tang Wan really felt that every second was like a year. He looked at the rear hatch anxiously until the hatch opened again and Zong He's indifferent figure appeared at the door with a person in his hand. Tang Wan was about to speak out in joy, but saw Zong He slamming the person to the ground like throwing mud. The other person let out a muffled groan, proving that the person was still alive.

"Zong He!" Tang Wan looked at the blood on the other person's body and his heart began to beat faster. He pulled the safety lock around his waist, but couldn't figure out its structure and couldn't open it!

Ji Yan quickly opened the safety valve. Tang Wan stood up and ran over nervously. Unexpectedly, he was still dizzy from being spun around. He ran two steps and his head was confused. He ran directly into the steel plate next to him. Zong He dodged to block Tang Wan and hugged him tightly. When he looked at the person in his arms, he saw that his clothes were stained with blood. Zong He frowned, with annoyance flashing in his eyes. He took the towel handed by Ji Yan without saying a word, trying to wipe Tang Wan clean, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became. Zong He's face became more and more gloomy.

Tang Wan noticed what the other party meant, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It's okay, just go home and wash it."

Zong He let go of him, wiped his hands clean, and deliberately kept a distance from Tang Wan.

Tang Wan pursed her lips and reached out to grab Zong He's hand, "The smell can't be wiped off, just go home and wash it. I don't have a cat's nose, I can't smell it."

Zong He raised his eyes, and stared at Tang Wan's smiling eyes with his golden pupils. When he found that Tang Wan was not afraid of him and had no intention of avoiding him, he threw the towel back.

The fighter jet returned to aircraft mode again, and the lounge became much more spacious. Zong He sat opposite Tang Wan and took Tang Wan's hand actively, tightly, without saying a word.

Tang Wan was still in shock. He realized belatedly that he had just experienced an assassination attempt and almost went to the gates of hell again. In addition, he was shaken by the fighter plane so many times that he still wanted to vomit. He didn't say anything. The two of them just sat there quietly. The atmosphere was very awkward.

Ji Yan checked the man that Zong He brought back and broke the awkwardness by saying, "This man has received professional training, but he is not from the military. Who is he targeting?"

Zong He said coldly: "If they were coming for me, there wouldn't be so few people."

Tang Wan came back to his senses and pointed at himself, "Could it be me?"

Zong He was silent, but his eyes became colder and colder.

Tang Wan looked at Zong He like this and gradually came back to his senses, "Zong He, are you really... Da Zhuang?"

Zong He's expression paused, and he said "hmm" lightly, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Tang Wan collapsed on the chair in pain. Da Zhuang, who used to eat, sleep and bathe together, Da Zhuang who he held in his arms and raised as his son, Da Zhuang who was kneaded into a ball in his hands, Da Zhuang who was so weak that he had difficulty jumping, had actually become a partner like a killing god. Tang Wan thought about what had happened before. No wonder Da Zhuang and Zong He had never appeared together, no wonder they looked so similar, he even suspected that Da Zhuang was Zong He's illegitimate son, why didn't he think that Da Zhuang was Zong He's transformed? !

Lin Bo had clearly said before that Da Zhuang's mental strength was unstable and he was nurturing his soul. At that time, it was clearly Zong He who was nurturing the soul. His mental strength was not enough to support him to grow into an adult, so he moved around like a cub.

No wonder Zong He refused to divorce him and let him go as soon as he opened his eyes. No wonder Zong He knew him so well. Tang Wan was so depressed that he covered his face with the pillow. He wanted to cry. His son was gone.

"I might be dreaming." After a long time, Tang Wan said this sullenly.

Zong He was silent for a while, "Well, I hope so."

The couple fell into awkward silence again. Tang Wan was immersed in the heartache of not having a son named Dazhuang in the future, and Zong He was immersed in the embarrassment of not knowing how to explain and the eight hundred ways to kill the enemy who hurt Tang Wan. They didn't say another word until they got home.

It was not until the aircraft landed on the tarmac that Zong He stood up and, expressionlessly, picked up Tang Wan, who was still upset, around the waist.

Tang Wan opened his eyes and struggled to get down, "I can walk by myself."

Zong He refused to let go, "You are not feeling well."

"I'm much better now. It's not a terminal illness!"

Zong He still didn't give any explanation and carried Tang Wan off the aircraft. When Lin Bo saw that both of them were covered in blood, he ran over nervously. The old man walked briskly, "Who's injured?"

Zong He shook his head. "No, he's dizzy. Let Qi Xinming take a look at him."

Tang Wan pinched his buzzing head and said stubbornly, "Why look for a doctor? I can treat supernatural powers."

Zong He said disdainfully, "You are a jack of all trades, and I can't cure you."

Tang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are more nervous than I am."

Zong Hyuk carried him into the treatment room, "Of course, I care about you more than you do."

The tone of this sentence was not actually pleasant, but Tang Wan felt warm in his heart. Although Big Cat was awkward about other issues, he was never awkward when it came to liking him.

After examining Tang Wan, Doctor Qi said weakly, "He was frightened and shaken violently. It's not a big deal. I'll prescribe some tranquilizers and he'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

In the eyes of doctors of Qi Junyi's level, this kind of problem does not need to be diagnosed and treated at all, which is a waste of time and resources. In fact, we should check Zong He now to see if there is any backlash after the Marshal used his mental power? After all, this is the first time he has used his supernatural power so much since his recovery.

Then Doctor Qi saw the Marshal carefully pick up his partner and send him back to sleep.

Military Doctor Qi remained silent. He had already judged from the Marshal's facial expression that he was fine and had fully recovered!

Tang Wan didn't feel at ease until he lay on the bed. Seeing Zong He take his clothes to take a shower, Tang Wan, who finally felt safe, remembered that his eldest son, whom he had raised for more than a year, was gone. He got up from the bed with a heavy heart, took out all of Zong He's clothes from the closet, and wrapped them up in the sheets. Damn it! This big cat didn't say anything, not even an explanation, and went to take a shower so calmly!

As soon as Zong He came out of the shower, Tang Wan hit him in the face with a big bag!

Tang Wan pushed him to the door without giving any explanation and angrily threw two fingers at him: "First, you killed my eldest son! Second, you killed my eldest son without even an explanation, what is your attitude? You should reflect on yourself, otherwise you will not be able to live like this!"

Zong He held the bag that Tang Wan gave him in a daze, and still didn't understand what Tang Wan meant.

"Go away! Don't come back until you have figured out how to explain!" Tang Wan slammed the door angrily, locked it several times, and then quickly changed the password.

Zong He stood there in a daze holding the package for more than ten seconds, and finally realized that he was kicked out of the bedroom by his partner. The Marshal's face suddenly turned dark, and he pressed the switch outside with a cold face. As a result, the system prompted: The permissions have been changed!

Zong He stared at the door stiffly, trying to restrain the urge to scratch the door with his claws. He turned on the communicator and spoke with such a weak tone for the first time: "Wouldn't it be okay to give birth to an identical child?"

Tang Wan only sent him an emoticon in reply, and Brother Shenshou said in a cool and arrogant manner: “Tui!”

How can they be the same? They are not the same at all! It’s a matter of attitude, attitude! I hid it from him for so long, is it interesting?!

"Marshal!" Standing at the corner of the stairs and watching all this silently, Uncle Lin waved rhythmically, "Come to the study. I've changed a new sofa for you. Please consider it."

Zong He: “…”

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Zong He, who lived in the study, was furious and immediately asked someone to investigate the whole matter. "I want to know who is the mastermind behind this."

Seeing how angry he was, his subordinates did not dare to ask any more questions. They quickly took the man he had captured to interrogate him. Soon the results came out. Major General Lian Ya, who was in charge of intelligence and interrogation, reported in person: "These are a group of illegal mercenaries. As long as they are paid, they will do anything."

Lian Ya is a serious person who never smiles and speaks in a very formal manner. He is responsible for collecting intelligence and reporting it verbatim without any personal subjectivity. Analyzing and solving problems are not within his scope of responsibility.

Zong He said angrily: "What era is this? Why do we still have such organizations? Uproot them!"

As one of the four lieutenants under Zong He, Lian Ya had followed Zong He for many years and there was no sense of superior-subordinate distance when they spoke. He directly reminded, "Marshal, this kind of thing is not under the jurisdiction of our imperial court. We are fighting against foreign enemies. Killers, gangsters, perverted mercenaries and the like are under the jurisdiction of the public security army."

Zong He said indifferently: "Then ask Luo Wei if he can do it? If he can't, just shut up!"

Lian Ya listened with a cold face and called Luo Wei directly. Adjutant Lian asked coldly, "Our boss was attacked when he was out. It was done by mercenaries. The boss asked you if you would do anything about it. If you didn't, he would do it himself."

The other party was also happy to be free, and said cheerfully: "Just let the Marshal investigate. If you need us, just let us know. We will fully cooperate."

After Lian Ya hung up the communicator, he kept the chat record as evidence with a cold face, "I will leave the arrest to Merwin, and I will give you the detailed information as soon as possible."

Zong He nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Lian Ya looked at the big bundle on Zong He's sofa, and his cold face finally showed some strange emotions, "Marshal, you have worked hard!"

Zong He: “…”

Tang Wan naturally didn't know how to cook dinner. After getting used to Tang Wan's cooking, Zong He would always say that he was not picky about food when eating the food cooked by the chef at home. In fact, he was very picky and would stop eating after a few bites.

"Has he eaten yet?"

Uncle Lin asked in confusion: "Who is it?"

Zong He pointed upstairs with a sullen face.

Uncle Lin suddenly realized and said, "Madam, go ask it yourself. You are the couple, what do I, an old man, know?"

Zong He put down his chopsticks in frustration, went upstairs, and rang the bedroom doorbell. Ji Yan came over with a bowl of soup, and after seeing Zong He, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to go back.

Zong He coughed and said awkwardly, "Come back."

Ji Yan came over obediently. No one knew why he came over when the couple was arguing.

Tang Wan had been sleeping the whole time. After washing up, he called Jin Xiaopang and Mulan out. He held one in his arms and the other on his head. There were traces of Zong He sleeping on the bed, which made him sleep soundly. He slept for two hours and was almost asleep when he heard the ringing of a bell. Tang Wan was awakened and pressed the intercom on the bedside. "Who?"

Zong He pointed at Ji Yan seriously.

Ji Yan said tactfully, "Madam, can you please get up and have some soup? You can sleep again tonight."

Tang Wan said sullenly: "The door is open, come in."

Zong He took the soup from Ji Yan's hand, pushed the door open, and closed the door, locking Ji Yan outside.

Ji Yan: “…”