Non-human Gene Complex

The two of them took a long-distance bus to Tongxian County on the outskirts of the capital that day, where they should eat and drink in a restaurant box.

"What's going on, can you tell me?" Lan Mu raised his glass and asked Fang Moqi to clink it.

Fang Moqi drank the glass of wine in one gulp. After all, he had already drank a catty and a half of the 'Old Village Chief' baijiu.

"What's going on with you and Du Yue'er?"

Lan Mu asked this question several times along the way, but Fang Moqi didn't want to say it.

But this time, after drinking more than a catty of liquor, he finally pried his mouth open.

"Oh, it's hard to describe!"

"Du Yue'er is my lover."

Lan Mu nodded. He knew about it. After all, he had a good relationship with Du Yu. He mentioned Fang Moqi and Du Yu's sister several times. They must be lovers, otherwise Fang Moqi would still go to Du's house every day. go?

"Then why did you become an ex-boyfriend? The grandson still said he wanted to marry her?" Lan Mu asked.

Fang Moqi was silent for a while, then suddenly growled: "Yue'er will not marry him! She said she hates Li Yunting! She likes me!"

"What are you yelling at! What's going on? Did you two break up?"

"We didn't break up...but his family forced her to go on a blind date with Li Yunting for the purpose of marriage."

Fang Moqi said everything in detail with the help of Jiu Jin, and Lan Mu understood everything after half listening.

Du Yue'er and him are lovers, they have been dating for more than six years, they should have talked about marriage long ago. But Fang Moqi is a prodigal son and has no property. He has been missing for more than half a year, adventuring in various polar regions. Who is Du Yue'er? Miss Du's family, the two of you are not in the same household. Both Du Chongyang and Du Rushuang, who were in power at home, opposed their being together.

A prodigal son, you say he has no money, he is not poor, he has tens of millions of cars and houses. But what is that money in the eyes of the Du family? Putting tens of millions in Du Rushuang's hands, it can immediately become hundreds of millions, but in Fang Moqi's hands, it's just sitting and eating.

In fact, the money is second, the Du family is not short of that money, but the Du family can't afford to lose that face. Conversation, taste, energy, and connections are the criteria for Du's elders to measure whether a person is qualified to marry their daughter.

Even if you don't have any of these! It's okay if you have ambition! As long as you are self-motivated and let the Du family see that you have potential, with the energy of the Du family, they can cultivate you into a hero no matter what. But what about Fang Mozaki? Just a hunter! The dream is to become a man standing at the top of the food chain, travel all over the world, and see all the miracles of nature.

How could the Du family value such a wild pursuit? I don't know if my daughter will be a widow if she marries him!

"She told me the night before yesterday that she agreed to go on a blind date with Li Yunting. I don't know what to do... I can only chase after him in the capital... Then I learned about Ben Latu... You will know everything later..."

Fang Moqi was so dizzy from drinking that he was pouring himself to death.

"She's right...we're not young anymore, I wasted her youth..."

"She has been waiting for me to marry her, but I...even if I earn 100 million, the Du family still looks down on me...I don't know what to do..."

Lan Mu also drank well, he didn't use transformation to eliminate the effect of alcohol, and let himself be in a state of intoxication.

Because he was drinking with his good brothers, just to have fun. He really recognized Fang Moqi as a brother, and after hearing what he said, he was not angry at all.

"Brother Fang, you are older than me, I will call you Brother Fang."

"But this matter, I really despise you!"

Lan Mu said bluntly: "You are now the number one hunter in the world, right? Number one in the world!"

"Slaughtering lions and fighting tigers has never been ambiguous. How come it's emotional, such a mother-in-law?"

"She likes you, and you like her... How can there be so many scruples about being happy?"

"You said she was waiting for you to marry her. After waiting for so many years, what are you doing? What are you thinking? Marry her!"

Fang Moqi was also annoyed: "You know what a fart! What his family wants is a son-in-law who is gentle and decent, who can not be gossiped by others, not an extreme hunter who kills himself!"

"I have honed myself since I was a few years old, climbing snow-capped mountains! Crossing deserts! Crossing straits! Conquering grasslands! Crossing primeval forests... I have been a hunter for more than ten years! What else can I do? Can I wear a suit and tie and follow Others talk about business? Listen to a symphony? Talk about classical literature and abstract art?"

"Isn't this nonsense!"

Lan Mu laughed loudly and said, "You are so useless!"

"Marriage is free now, why do you care about her family? Just marry her home, it's not like you don't have money, and you can make her suffer?"

"What does she like about you? Isn't it your pride in conquering nature? Iron-blooded masculinity? Just take her away! Going to the north and south, isn't it good to travel around the world?"

Fang Moqi lay prone on the table, and his voice became more and more vague.

"It's not that simple...Why should I take her away? Doesn't she need relatives?"

"Originally, the Du family didn't need to rely on marriage to maintain it. She has the freedom to choose her own marriage. But my existence is lower than the bottom line of her family. In order to make me give up, I forced her to go on a blind date. The marriage is just incidental."

"For the Du family, Yue'er can marry anyone's child, but she can't marry me..."

Lan Mu also fell asleep on his stomach in a dazed state, cursing, "Count, you are too cowardly."

"Let people wait for you for so many years in vain...Count..."

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Both of them fell asleep on the table, directly in the box of the restaurant.

Sleeping from noon until night, the restaurant owner finally got annoyed and asked the waiter to wake Lan Mu up.

Lan Mu woke up with a splitting headache. After paying the money, he turned into a poodle while the waiter was looking for the money.

After switching back to humans, Lan Mu was completely awake.

The hangover feeling is gone, no headaches, full of energy.

"This guy……"

Seeing Fang Moqi falling asleep, Lan Mu simply picked him up and sent him back to the hotel.

After throwing him on the bed, he ignored him and went to take a bath on his own.

After being refreshed, Lan Mu lay on another bed and continued to sleep.

As a result, not long after falling asleep, around 20 o'clock, Lan Mu was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone.

When he got up and saw that it was Fang Moqi's cell phone, he hurriedly patted Fang Moqi awake.

Fang Moqi woke up leisurely, still in a hangover state, with dry mouth and hoarse voice.

"Yue'er..."

Lan Mu hehe said: "Don't be Yueer, answer the phone!"

Fang Moqi answered the phone, immediately became energetic after a few words, and hung up after a few words.

"What's wrong?" Lan Mu asked while smoking.

Fang Moqi rubbed his face, made himself more sober and said, "Your passport has been brought back, your visa has been fixed, and the air tickets are all booked. The plane at 21:00, we should get down to business."

Lan Mu came out after washing, saw Fang Moqi's haggard look and asked, "Can you do it in this state? Why don't you wait for a day?"

"Slow down on the plane! We can't delay any longer. Eredar's life or death is uncertain, and it will be a day sooner."

Fang Moqi jumped out of bed and took a quick shower.

The two left the hotel and went straight to Beijing Airport by car.

...

Ten hours later, at around 17:00 in the United States, the two arrived in Los Angeles with tourist visas.

"How should I say? Open the hotel first or..." Lan Mu asked.

Fang Moqi walked to the ATM at the airport with ease, and took out a card.

"Of course it is to withdraw money!"

He took out a thick wad of 50,000 US dollars and put it in his backpack.

The two took a car to a place called Kindley Apartment.

After taking the elevator to the 12th floor, Lan Mu saw many young people in green T-shirts in the corridor, most of whom were black.

A black man walked over tremblingly, as if he had been drugged, very happy. Pointing at Fang Moqi with his chin, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Fang Moqi replied, "Is Franklin there?"

"Let's say Sugarman is looking for him and has a big business deal with him."

The two communicated in American-specific neighborhood English. Although it was also English, Lan Mu sounded very difficult.

The black man didn't convey it immediately, but asked rhythmically, "How big is the business?"

Fang Moqi smiled and said, "At least half a million dollars."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the corridor looked at them.

Fang Moqi was very calm, looking forward.

The black man nodded, gestured an OK gesture, and then turned and entered a room next to the safe passage.

After a while, the black man came out again, beckoning to them.

"Come in!"

Lan Mu and Fang Moqi walked over, at this time Lan Mu whispered: "These people are gangs?"

"Yes, the local gangs in Los Angeles. We need to find them for our weapons, intelligence, hideouts, vehicles and even fake identities."

"After all, they are local snakes, and they only need money, which is very convenient."

Lan Mu asked: "Aren't you afraid that they will also sell the information to the Gates family? Betray us?"

"No, this is a black gang! And the Gates family used to belong to K Club..." Fang Moqi had planned it long ago, and said with confidence.

"Well, you are familiar with the road, so I won't worry about it..."

Lan Mu nodded, and suddenly asked, "Who is Sugarman?"

Fang Moqi was taken aback for a moment, and stopped talking.

Lan Mu smiled and said, "It can't be your English name, right? Hahaha!"

"Laugh at your sister!"

Fang Moqi walked into the room with a straight face, and Lan Mu hurriedly followed.

There were four black men having fun inside, two big black men wearing gold chains, and two women with their heads lying under them, working hard.

The two black men sat on the sofa enjoying the service while smoking cigars.

One of the strong men with lips as thick as sausages laughed when he saw Fang Moqi.

"Sugarman! I like doing business with you the most!"

Fang Moqi remained expressionless and calm.

Lan Mu's face was embarrassing, and he was dumbfounded.

Fuck, please put on your pants when you are talking about business!

Go to Sanjiang at 14:00 today, please vote for Sanjiang.

It's really watery recently, and I'm going to be tighter next time.