"Three 2s."
"A pair of kings."
"I have three 2s, and you have a pair of kings?"
A soldier sitting cross-legged on the lower bunk, a cigarette in his mouth, showed the poker in his hand to the people around him.
"Two black-hearted old Ks, do you think they can beat the three 2s?"
The people around him booed, "It's okay, it's okay. Just one black-hearted K will do."
"Fuck, how can you do this?" The soldier on the other side threw away the cards in his hand and fell on the bed. "You guys are cheating, I don't want to play anymore."
Everyone crowded on the lower bunk burst into loud laughter.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the metal dormitory door was kicked open and slammed heavily against the wall.
Everyone looked towards the door and instantly turned into a group of large clay sculptures. The noise suddenly stopped and you could hear a pin drop in the room.
A tall and handsome officer stood there, slowly retracted his right foot, looked at the trace of dust on the tip of his shiny boot from kicking the door, and frowned slightly.
The soldier following closely behind him hurried forward, squatted, wiped off the dust with his sleeves, and then quickly retreated.
The officer raised his head and looked inside the room.
His eyes are beautifully shaped, slightly raised peach blossom eyes. But beneath those extremely deep double eyelids, the dark eyeballs were like a deep pool, and no emotion could be seen.
The large clay sculptures in the room turned into a room full of ice sculptures as he slowly scanned them.
The officer stood there motionless and silent, only holding a folding whip in his right hand and tapping his left hand lightly.
Once, twice...
The voice was not loud, but it seemed to fall on the hearts of everyone present.
The leader of the group of soldiers thawed forcefully and greeted tremblingly, "K, Colonel K, you are here."
Colonel K. did not reply.
No one could see clearly how he moved. They only felt a flash before their eyes and the wind blowing past their face. The next second, he took a pierced poker card from the tip of the whip.
Everyone held their breath and watched him look down at the poker card. The brim of his hat blocked his eyes, and only his thin lips and straight nose could be seen.
The lip color is a little light, a light red.
Colonel K held the playing card between his two slender fingers and slowly raised it to his ear.
It's the King of Spades.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, and he remained silent.
"Colonel K, let's take a break and play some little game about ancient Earth." The team leader had no choice but to stand up, explaining with sweat on his forehead.
Colonel K slowly loosened his fingers, and the poker card fell down.
The cardboard rubbed against his leather boots and made a rustling sound when it touched the concrete floor.
"Military regulations..." he suddenly said.
The voice was very soft, cold and indifferent.
Although the ice sculptures heard it clearly, they did not understand and remained frozen.
After a few seconds of silence, the soldier behind Colonel K stepped forward from his side, puffed out his chest and said loudly: "Colonel's order, everyone present must copy the military regulations ten times, and no rest is allowed until you finish copying."
After a two-second pause, seeing that the person behind him did not respond, he continued, "Run 10 kilometers with weights, and you are not allowed to rest until you finish the run."
Colonel K finally responded.
He handed the whip to the retreating soldier, lowered his eyes, turned and walked into the corridor.
The soldiers hurried to follow.
As the clacking sound of leather boots gradually faded away, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief and came back to life.
"what to do?"
"I was scared out of my wits."
The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead and went to get the uniform and belt hanging on the bedside. "Still talking nonsense? Aren't you afraid that Colonel K will come back?"
There was a commotion and everyone rushed to their beds.
Colonel K walked towards the officers' quarters on the third floor, expressionless and looking straight ahead.
People who met them on the road stepped aside and said respectfully, "Hello, Colonel K."
When he reached the door of Room 301, he opened it and said calmly, "Kong Fei, bring dinner to my room at six o'clock."
"Yes..." replied the soldier behind him.
He entered his single room and closed the door.
He looked around the simple little living room, pressed the curtain switch, unbuttoned his tightly buttoned military uniform, and quickly stripped himself naked, leaving only a pair of white underwear.
The upper body has smooth lines and is covered with a thin layer of muscle. He walked towards the bedroom, opened the wardrobe against the wall, ran his fingers over the all-gray-blue wardrobe, pulled out a military uniform, took out the dark red silk robe hidden inside, and turned into the bathroom.
The sound of dripping water lasted for half an hour, and then the bathroom door opened.
He came out wearing that bathrobe, with a white facial mask on his face and a dry towel wrapped around his head.
As she walked, she evenly spread the skin cream on the back of her hand and gently patted her neck.
There was a small kitchen connected to the living room. He skillfully made himself a cup of coffee, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of matcha cake, and brought them all to the small round table on the balcony.
The small round table with a retro iron frame and carved patterns was covered with a light blue checkered tablecloth, and wisps of coffee were steaming.
After placing a small silver fork on the white cake plate, he opened the terminal, took a photo, sat down, skillfully added filters, and posted it on the social platform.
The account was created half a month ago. After becoming familiar with the software, he began to post some pictures for his own entertainment, accompanied by simple texts.
The content is the same as before, all flowers, plants, desserts, meals and the like.
The difference is that in the past, the moment a post was published, it would receive tens of thousands of likes, reposts and comments, but now, even after a whole day of posting, he is the only one who likes it.
He leaned back in his chair, the hem of his silk robe sliding down, revealing his long, white legs. Her toes moved lazily, and a pair of light blue cloth slippers were hanging on her.
He picked up the coffee and took a sip, sighed comfortably, and squinted his eyes in the sunlight.
Only then could he put aside his identity as Colonel K, end the performance, relax his tense nerves, and immerse himself in his own complicated thoughts.
Twenty days ago, his name was not K, but Lan Yu. He is not a colonel, but an actor who just won the Best Actor award.
After the celebratory banquet, he sat in the back seat of the Maybach, looking out the window slightly tipsy and listening to his agent and assistant chatting.
"Xiaoyu, now you have won the award you have been dreaming of. What is your next goal?" the agent suddenly turned to him and asked.
He was confused for half a minute and replied, "Get married and have children..."
"Get married and have children?" The agent raised his voice in astonishment. "Your career is on the rise and you just won an award. Why don't you strike while the iron is hot and take on some good roles instead of getting married and having children?"
Even the driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
Lan Yu raised her left hand in front of her eyes, looked at the neatly trimmed nails, and said, "Don't all omegas want to get married and have children?"
"Xiaoyu, are you still not in the show?" the agent asked.
In this award-winning work, he plays the role of an omega father with several children. From his youth to his old age, his acting skills amazed everyone, and even the most demanding film critics could not find a bad word to say about him.
"I can tell the difference between reality and acting." Lan Yu said, "I just want to get married and have children."
The agent asked a soul-searching question: "What about your ideal? Have you forgotten your ideal when you were young?"
Lan Yu put down her left hand and said, "My ideal when I was young was to get married and have a few children."
broker:……
assistant:……
driver:……
Seeing that the agent was about to get angry, the assistant quickly changed the subject and called the driver, "Master, turn on the radio. Brother Yu likes to listen to it."
The driver pressed the button decisively, and the female anchor's soft voice rang out in the car.
"Many listeners may still remember the electromagnetic storm many years ago. Xiaolan would like to remind everyone that all flights have been grounded today..."
"Have you heard? There is another electromagnetic storm today," said the assistant.
The agent remained silent with a cold face. Lan Yu was also silent. The driver replied awkwardly: "The navigation is useless today. It's giving you a bunch of nonsense."
There was no conversation along the way, only the occasional thunder above our heads and lightning lighting up the sky.
Lan Yu's home is in the west of the city, in a villa community where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Because it is open and quiet, many wealthy celebrities have settled their homes there.
There were few vehicles on this road to begin with, not to mention the electromagnetic storm today. The entire road was empty except for their car.
The vehicle was moving smoothly and the people inside were beginning to feel drowsy. At this moment, the Maybach suddenly braked.
Lan Yu's body bounced forward, but was buckled back into the seat by the seat belt. Before my brain could react, I could only see a bright light in front of my eyes, so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. Then the person lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was inexplicably here.
He traveled through time.
Not only did the world change, but Lan Yu also became "K", the movie emperor became a colonel, and the dignified and elegant O became the cold and ruthless...O.
After going through the first few days of chaos and confusion, he used the excuse of temporary amnesia to obtain all the information he wanted from his trusted subordinate Kong Fei.
K is the most famous alpha in the empire, although his military rank is only a colonel.
He has extremely strong combat power and once destroyed a pirate battleship single-handedly with only an ion gun.
He was cold-blooded and ruthless. His mission was to expel the interstellar beasts that passed through. It should have been enough to expel them, but he killed hundreds of them all.
He was moody and could fight with his colleagues at any time and place, and was punished by military law countless times.
K is a cruel war machine with both combat effectiveness and brutality. Therefore, no matter how many achievements he has made, he is always just a colonel.
He has many famous names in the Empire: Mad Dog K, Star Butcher, Black Heart K...
Of course, Lan Yu searched these names on Starnet. Kong Fei only dared to talk about how brave and good at fighting K was and what contributions he had made.
After finishing his speech, Kong Fei said anxiously: "Colonel, you must recover as soon as possible, otherwise your enemies will hear the news and will not be able to suppress it, and will take the opportunity to deal with you."
Lan Yu, who had been autistic in bed for a few days, hugged the quilt and asked quietly, "Are there many enemies?"
“Quite a few…”
"Pick the biggest one."
“They are all quite big…”
"Then pick the most recent one."
"Lu Rankong..."
"who is he?"
"He's also a colonel. He lives next door to you in Room 303. He's been on a business trip and hasn't returned yet."
After a night of thinking, Lan Yu finally faced the reality and decided to take on this new identity and live well.
The army can't keep him forever, he can retire when the time comes. After retiring, he went into acting, and with his ability as a movie emperor, he would be successful wherever he went.
If you meet the right person along the way, you can get married, have children, and live a fulfilling life.
Life goes on everywhere. Besides, we are already here.
"Colonel, you fight like a madman."
Isn't it just a mad dog? Lan Yu looked at the mirror with a gloomy expression, bared her teeth and made a hissing sound.
"Colonel, we are now stationed on the planet Kattar, and you have to train the troops every day."
Isn’t he just the dean of studies? Lan Yu had no expression on her face and said calmly: "You, and you, which camp are you from?"
On the day Lan Yu made the decision, he discovered that he still possessed "K's" physical awareness and combat ability.
In other words, if he wants, he can play the role of the interstellar butcher well, although the role is very challenging.
This was a real performance, with no rehearsals, no retakes, and no finale, so he could only do his best.
Although he didn't know why "K" pretended to be an alpha, he knew that this matter should remain secret, so he still covered the omega gland behind his neck with an invisible patch, and then covered it with an alpha-specific gland patch.
The injection marks on his hands were still fresh. They were blockers that protected omegas from the effects of alpha pheromones. Lan Yu estimated that they would last for a while.
The inhibitor was also found in the mezzanine of the bathroom cabinet. The key things were all there, so he felt relieved.
Bang, bang, bang…
The knock on the door woke Lan Yu from her thoughts.
He put down his coffee, adjusted his voice, lowered his voice and asked, "Who?"
"Kong Fei..."
"Didn't you say that dinner would be delivered at six o'clock?" Lan Yu deliberately lowered her tone.
Sure enough, there was silence outside.
A few seconds later, Kong Fei said tremblingly: "According to the order from above, Colonel, you must set out now to rescue the citizens trapped in the mall."
Lan Yu also fell silent.
He really wanted to ask if he could not go, but in the end he simply replied: "I know..."
After Kong Fei left, he buried his face in his knees and tossed back and forth in pain.
Oh my god, it's time to open again.
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