Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Page 487

The eldest brother, Wang Jiangong, grinned and said, "Ha, this corn liquor is really strong. Half a cup is enough for you, kid."

In this southwestern region, corn liquor, a low-end type of baijiu, is a favorite among many poor people.

The boss's woman, Yuan Yuan, reached out and poked Ye Jingye's cheek, as if trying to dispel the lingering gloom on his face. "Hey, little brother Ye, stop looking so bitter and resentful all the time. Smile."

Ye Jingye felt both happy and shy inside, but his face showed extreme impatience, with a glaring expression like a cat, "What are you laughing at? There's nothing funny."

Hahahaha.

Ye Jingye's performance drew laughter from everyone, and even Lavana couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, stop teasing our Master Ye," Zhang Minghui said quietly, though her remark about Master Ye had made everyone laugh again.

The term "master" is obviously a joke, but in this team, Ye Jingye, a young man who is not yet officially eighteen years old, can indeed be considered a master. In the process of removing the magic mark, he is far more talented than Zhang Minghui. Initially, he was Zhang Minghui's assistant, but in just one month, Zhang Minghui was his assistant.

"Haha, enough of that, let's drink." Wang Jiangong raised his glass, and before even clinking glasses with anyone, he had already downed half a glass in two gulps, letting out a satisfying "ha!" and slapping the table. "Eat some food."

On the small table, there was a lot of meat: a pot of stewed beef, a pot of stewed whole chicken, a braised duck, a plate of pearl meatballs, and a steamed fish.

Although the dishes are mostly home-style, aside from beef and braised duck, it's only during holidays that we eat this well.

Although the four-person gang consisted of superhumans who made money without any initial investment, they weren't as wealthy as most people would imagine. The artificial grafts required maintenance, which was a significant expense. To avoid being targeted by the police, they always operated on small-scale operations, resulting in low earnings. Furthermore, the stolen goods had to be sold off, taking a cut from the sellers. Ultimately, the remaining amount had to be split among the four of them, leaving them with very little.

Ultimately, how can those who do dirty work in the underworld compare to those who openly and legitimately do business?

Only after Zhang Minghui, Ye Jingye, and Lavana joined, and after two rounds of adjustment, did they finally make a lot of money on their last order.

After a few rounds of drinks, the dishes and meat on the table were almost finished.

The eldest brother, Wang Jiangong, placed his rough, large hands on the table, straightened his back, scanned everyone, and said seriously, "We have a big business deal coming up."

"Speak up," the skinny third brother said, slightly irritated, coughing and shouting incoherently.

"Someone has asked us to steal something," Wang Jiangong said, his expression growing increasingly serious. "It's a newly developed talent-granting machine."

Yuan Yuan's expression changed drastically, and she was about to speak up to dissuade him.

Wang Jiangong reached out to stop her from speaking, "It's not meant to be put into use, but a failed product that's going to be destroyed. However, this thing is usable. The last client was willing to pay a high price. If we finish this job, we won't have to worry for the next year or two, and we'll have time to accompany Brother Ye to do something big."

"Old..." Ye Jingye was interrupted before he could speak.

“No need to call me boss, just call me big brother,” Wang Jiangong said. “Although we’re not exactly good people, we only ever steal from those self-important, oppressive, and ruthless companies. That guy is just a dog of those rich people. I’ve had enough of him for a long time. He’s not a purely natural superhuman either. We can win.”

The slightly chubby fourth brother, who was always munching on chicken wings at the storefront, suddenly spoke up, "Big brother, let's finish this order first."

"Don't worry, I already have a complete plan," Wang Jiangong said confidently.

Yuan Yuan's eyes were filled with worry. Although her lover was rough and tough, he was always cautious and careful. He would not do anything that might attract the attention of the police, nor would he do anything that was complicated and prone to complications. But this time, both of them were eager to help Ye Jingye and also to help themselves get revenge.

No, it's not just that. He has always wanted to do great things, and after years of hard work, he finally saw an opportunity to break out of his ordinary life, and he simply couldn't give it up.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's keep drinking. We'll talk about the specifics tomorrow." Wang Jiangong once again urged everyone to drink together.

Ye Jingye finally smiled, not because he felt revenge was on the horizon, but because in this drunken stupor, he suddenly felt a touch of home warmth. Some things, once lost, even the slightest similar illusion feels so beautiful.

Lavana raised her glass again. Sometime during the night, she had come to regard these criminals, who were considered bad people in her values, as friends.

She suddenly made a decision: she was going to find Ronan.

Chapter 1132 Deep Throat with Dedicated Effort, No Need to Flatter, The Oriole in the Dark Waits Behind

On the second day of the new year, after listening to the plan of the gang leader Wang Jiangong, the group went home.

This room, located in the old textile factory dormitory, was not any of their residences, but rather a base; the group usually lived in different places.

Nighttime, Ronan's room.

On the bed, Ronan was half-lying against the headboard, his legs naturally spread apart. Lavana was kneeling and crawling, her big buttocks covered in thick black stockings sticking out, her hands gripping Ronan's thighs, constantly bowing and raising her head to perform deep throat oral sex.

After a few moments, she looked up again, drool dripping from her mouth, gasping for breath, and almost gagged again.

Just as Lavana was about to lower her head again, Ronan reached out to stop her. "Is it necessary to be in such a hurry? And I didn't tell you to do that."

Lavana looked at Ronan, unsure of what to say.

Ronan smiled. "For me, sex is something that brings pleasure, not something to be bargained over."

"Get up." Ronan said, beckoning her hand. Lavana obediently got up and knelt on the bed. Then, Ronan waved his hand downwards, "Lie down." Lavana obediently lay down on her back.

Ronan got up and went over, picking up Lavana's strong, muscular legs, which were stretched taut between opaque and semi-transparent by the thick black stockings. He hoisted her onto his shoulders, thrusting his hips into her labia, which were covered with fine, dark brown pubic hair. "Just say what you want. You're my tool, and you're my woman, not my dog. You don't need to fawn over me, understand?"

As the thick, long, and hard object entered her body, Lavana let out a soft moan, then nodded slightly and began to talk about the gang she had joined.

"...I hope you can go and keep an eye on things then, um, oh, just in case there's any danger..." Lavana was being fucked by Ronan, her huge breasts swaying constantly, and she spoke intermittently.

Ronan pinched Lavana's taut, black-stockinged calves and rubbed his face against hers. "If something unexpected happens and you encounter a powerful enemy, I will protect you. You can't stay here any longer because they will be afraid of someone as strong as me standing behind them. Do you understand?"

“Uh, oh, I know,” Lavana replied.

“Okay, I agree,” Ronan said, putting Lavana’s legs down and pressing down on her. “Actually, there’s a high probability that nothing unexpected will happen.”

Having received the promise, Lavana obediently wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist, her calves crossed and locked tightly. Her muscular legs, clad in black stockings, strained, arching her insteps so that her toes made the stocking tips transparent. The force of her legs engaged her pelvic floor muscles, causing her stretched and penetrated vagina to clench tightly, as if alive, contracting and relaxing.

Ronan couldn't help but let out a soft, comfortable moan.

These legs and the hole are truly powerful juicers. No wonder her ex-husband never tried any tricks. If it weren't for someone as gifted and experienced as Ronan, he probably would have just been thinking about holding on after penetrating her.

At the same time, in Hanyang, in a seven-story experimental building belonging to Guanghan Industrial Group, the sixth floor, which had been lit up while the other floors were off, finally extinguished most of its gas lamps.

"You've worked hard keeping watch again tonight, Xiao Dai," said the old man with eyes as bright as a young man's. His white hair was neatly tied under a gray mesh hair ornament. He had just changed out of the thick blue canvas robe he wore at the experimental center and put on his long deerskin coat.

Xiao Dai is a researcher here, and it's his turn to keep watch.

Although the experimental center has external security, in case of any unexpected incidents inside, only knowledgeable people can handle the emergency correctly. "It's not hard work, Director, you're already quite old, oh, I mean you're already, sigh... still working on the front lines and staying up all night with us."

Xiao Dai had intended to say that the director, despite his advanced age, was still working on the front lines, but realized his words were inappropriate as soon as they left his mouth. He wanted to correct himself, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it. After all, he was the kind of person who fits the stereotype of researchers as not being good at speaking. The elderly man, addressed as the director, smiled and turned to leave.

The old man was Luo Chenghao, the son of Madam Zhao and Liu Menglong, the stepson whom Luo Nan regarded as his own son, and the leader of the secret organization that Luo Nan and his group were currently investigating.

He himself, including the organization's senior management and some branch managers, are not people hiding in the shadows. On the contrary, they are all in the open and have social status. His organization is also parasitic on different large enterprises. Only in this way can they conveniently mobilize enough human and material resources to carry out some projects and incidentally complete their own research in these projects.

The idea that a hidden organization, with just a few people and illicit income, could produce research results even more impressive than those of large state-supported enterprises is pure fantasy.

Moreover, allowing the organization to parasitize in this way is also a better way to hide.

After leaving the experimental center, Luo Chenghao did not go home, but went to a nighttime food stall.

The food stall is run by a deaf-mute elderly man who only sells wontons. There is only one flavor and one portion size, and the price has not changed for more than ten years. Business used to be very good, but many people in the neighborhood where he used to set up his stall have moved away, so business has become much quieter.

At a low table and on low stools, Luo Chenghao, with his white hair, and Lin Youren, a middle-aged man with a mustache, sat facing each other, waiting for the wontons that would soon be served.

"President, everything is ready."

Lin Youren, a middle-aged man with a mustache, said.

The matter he was referring to was finding someone to steal the failed prototypes of the talent-granting machines that Guanghan Industrial was preparing to destroy during its research and development process.

The overt topic is "targeted talent bestowal." As we all know, the talents of extraordinary individuals are divided into six categories: transformation, materialization, divine magic, alienation, summoning, and elemental. The names are different in Seris, but they are essentially the same.

In the past, artificially bestowed talents were all random, excluding Fate-related talents that could directly become upright, namely Transmutation and Manifestation. Furthermore, there was only a very small probability of encountering a desired, heritable summon.

The core of this research is to enable those with a destiny system to directly achieve extraordinary abilities, or to summon things that can be inherited.

Divine arts and mutation are irrelevant, because they can be achieved through certain means. Seris's fusion cultivation method is such a thing. Regardless of your original talent, you can directly cultivate divine arts and mutation.

The "failure" he mentioned was a failure for this project, but for the organization led by Luo Chenghao, it was actually a success.

So, they hired someone to steal the item, and then, unaware of what was to come, took it and killed the witnesses.

Vice President Lin Youren suddenly encountered a problem: "There's just one issue: Lao Ye's son is also in that small group."

“Don’t worry, this is part of the plan,” Luo Chenghao said.

Lin Youren was startled. A plan? How could he, as the vice president, not know about it?

Luo Chenghao added some pepper to the wonton soup. "Anyway, don't worry, I'm handling this." After saying that, he slurped up some soup and started eating his wontons.

Lin Youren fell silent for a moment; he understood the president of the company less and less.

Chapter 1133 The New Year is Approaching, Tense, Tense, Plan Successful

On January 15, 1784, ten days before the Lunar New Year in Seris, the entire city of Wuhan entered its busiest time of the year. Regardless of whether they were officials, ran big or small businesses, were respectable or not, were extraordinary or ordinary people, they all rushed to finish up the remaining tasks of the year in these few days in order to have a peaceful New Year.

"I'll go over the plan one last time. Get ready to take your positions," Wang Jiangong, now disguised, said to his gang members.

The talent-granting machines will not be destroyed in Wuhan, but will be transported to a special place in a neighboring county for destruction, passing through a desolate path along the way.

There are many swamps and mudflats around Wuhan. Nowadays, some urban areas were created by excavation and filling. That necessary wilderness path is also surrounded by many potholes.

It wasn't just the talent-granting machine that needed to be destroyed, but also some potions. So the vehicle used for transport was a magical mechanical truck, the kind of vehicle that could never avoid taking the main road unless a high-ranking superhuman forcefully lifted it up and carried it away.

But this is obviously impossible.

At that time, the two brothers, one fat and one thin, would pretend to deliberately move large stones and tree trunks to block the road and demand money from the villagers.

There must be superhumans in the escort team. The stone tree trunk won't cause them any trouble. They won't be afraid of the two brothers, fat and thin, who are both first-level. Relying on their status as employees of Guanghan Industry, they might just take action directly.

At this point, it was time for Ravana, who had been lying in wait, to make her move.

Lavana is an artificial superhuman with an inconspicuous aura, and she also has the ability to make rapid impacts, making her very suitable for this task. She is much more suitable than Wang Jiangong, who is also a third-tier artificial superhuman but is inferior to the cumbersome artillery.

This escort team doesn't have any mid-level experts like those at the third or even fourth tier, so Lavana is more than capable of suppressing them.

Next, it was Wang Jiangong's turn to lead Ye Jingye and Zhang Minghui to take action. They needed to "unlock" the cargo box and be quick, because the escort team would inevitably send out an alarm signal immediately.

After unlocking and taking the three machines, Yuan Yuan will come to pick them up in the second-hand miniature magic van they bought at a high price.

Yuan Yuan was only at the second tier, and was an artificially enhanced being. She couldn't provide magic power for a long time, so she drove to a riverbank in the distance, put the three machines on the boat, and sailed downstream to the designated place to stop and then transfer them.

As for the others, they naturally retreated separately according to the predetermined route and then regrouped.

"Understood," everyone responded in unison.

He used this loud response to suppress his inner tension.

Returning to the designated spot, Wang Jiangong took out a pocket watch that he had bought for a considerable amount of money.

It's 9:15 now. According to the information provided by the employer, the truck and escort team will pass by here between 10:00 and 10:30. They will deliver the goods to the location around noon, confirm the type and quantity of the items with the other side, complete the handover, and then go to have lunch. The truck will remain there, and they will ride back.

There are still 45 minutes until the start.

As time passed, the tension that had been suppressed gradually resurfaced. Wang Jiangong, the leader of this small gang, was extremely nervous. He regretted arriving so early, and his anxiety grew as he waited.

But he didn't think that way last night. Last night, he was eager to lie in ambush early in the morning to make sure he didn't miss it.

Everyone in the team, except for Lavana who wasn't worried about success or failure, was very nervous.

It's 10:05.

"Here it comes." Wang Jiangong thought to himself. At this moment, he was like a candidate who had been preparing for the exam for many years. He arrived at the exam room a long time in advance. Before entering the exam room, he was anxious every minute and every second. But the moment the exam was announced, he suddenly became calm and had no more distracting thoughts.

He felt no tension whatsoever; his mind was completely blank except for the plan he needed to execute.

The others were the same, except for Lavana, who, who hadn't been nervous before, was now starting to get nervous.

At 10:07, the magical truck, which had to be driven by a superhuman and was only used to transport valuables and was not moving very fast, began to slow down. The escort team, who were traveling by bicycle, also slowed down. After issuing a warning and invoking the name of Guanghan Industry, they opened fire immediately when they did not see the other party scrambling away.

Fortunately, the two brothers, one fat and one thin, were prepared and used large rocks as cover to avoid the first wave of attacks, while simultaneously launching a counterattack.

At this point, the transporters and escorts realized that the newcomers were hostile, and while sending out distress signals, they did not choose to launch a decisive attack.

The opponent has two Tier 1 fighters. In terms of combat strength, their side is stronger, but do they really only have these two?

The professionalism of the escort team members responsible for security led them to choose to rely on the large truck for defense against enemies who might suddenly appear from other directions at any time.

The first step of the plan encountered setbacks.

Lavana had no choice but to proceed directly according to the plan.

When she charged in her armored centaur form, the magic gun had little effect on her, and the muskets hitting her armor were completely harmless; they couldn't even slow down her charge.

The transport personnel and escorting security guards were instantly terrified. They were only transporting items to be destroyed, failed products. At most, some parts could be reused after dismantling. They weren't priceless goods that warranted a third-tier monster, immune to magic guns, targeting them.

A single charge shattered their formation, severely injuring two of them in the process.

The fat and thin brothers seized the opportunity to fire, and the magic gun hit them, rendering them incapacitated once again.

At this moment, Wang Jiangong also rushed up.

While the security escort hesitated, the person in charge of the operation, a high-ranking employee of Guanghan Industries, decisively surrendered. The group was then completely subdued, and the unlocking process began.

After unlocking.

"Tch, what's going on? How can it not be..." Wang Jiangong roared angrily on purpose.

"Boss, what's this?" the skinny third brother asked timidly.

"Take the stuff away, leave these people alone, let's get out of here."