Chapter 24：

Although the photo incident brought a lot of positive heat to He Huan, his intuition told him that it was not an easy matter.

On the day of the incident, Miles came faster than the police.

Like a hero who descended from the sky, a few soldiers quickly restrained the mad Alha, quickly quelling the riot.

The heroic appearance of the soldiers and the sense of security brought by life instantly moved the injured actors.

All of them, ignoring the pain of their wounds, all clustered in front of Myers.

"General, you are our great savior!"

"The empire is so lucky to have people like you!"

He Huan was squeezed to the edge in the crowd and almost fell down.

Because someone supported him from behind.

Just as He Huan was about to thank him, when he looked up, the familiar profile made him think he saw Fitz, and was moved for a moment.

"Why are you so careless?"

The unfamiliar voice reminded He Huan that he had admitted the wrong person.

That's right, if it was Fitz, he would be able to feel the other party's pheromone immediately.

"Thank you." He Huan stood firm and distanced himself from Myron.

In less than three seconds, it was photographed by someone.

He Huan looked at various over-interpretations on the Internet, such as "beautiful love" and "matching a face", it is just like copying and pasting.

When he recalled Myron's sudden doting smile and overly enthusiastic concern, he felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Qi Peng was very puzzled: "Isn't this great? Look at how popular you are now. I have received many invitations these days, and I am so busy."

He Huan said: "It's a bit strange, you hurry up and arrange someone to comment, and it's best to delete the photos."

"Ah?" Qi Peng looked at the rising trending index, what a pity to delete it: "Why?"

"Intuition." He Huan was firm: "It doesn't matter how much you spend, arrange to delete it immediately!"

Qi Peng was used to seeing him calm and in control, and suddenly became so serious. Although he was very reluctant, but thinking of He Huan's ability to plan things like a god, he could only follow through.

Qi Peng dug out several marketing companies that he often contacted, and looked at the string of phone numbers, as if a "-" was added in front of the string of numbers, like the money that was about to be deducted from his account.

Woohoo, he definitely doesn't want to spend money on the phone.

But seeing He Huan staring at him fiercely, Qi Peng had no choice but to press the dial button.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm Qi Peng."

After exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Zhang, Qi Peng and Mr. Zhang stated their purpose: "The photo of He Huan and a soldier on the Internet now, please help delete it. The price is negotiable."

"Ah? What? Someone has already paid to delete it?"

"Who is it?"

"Oh, what is the relationship between us, let me reveal it."

"Okay, it's fine if you can't say it, what? Such a big deal, how embarrassing!"

After Qi Peng hung up the phone, he held his chin with his hands in a demented state, and said in a psychedelic tone, "I'm so rich, I'm so envious..."

"Someone deleted that photo..."

He Huan raised his eyebrows, which was a bit interesting.

Qi Peng grabbed He Huan's hands violently, and said sincerely, "Tell me, which benefactor father did you hook up with?"

"I don't."

Qi Peng said angrily: "No, you must know! You even found a wild man behind my back, otherwise why would he pay so much money just to delete a photo!"

Yan Tingyun opened the door of the lounge, just in time to hear this sentence, his face darkened three shades.

Qi Peng was scared out of his wits, and quickly laughed awkwardly: "Ha, ha, I'm just kidding, actor Yan, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong!"

Seeing Yan Tingyun's expression of asking questions, Qi Peng remembered the gossip he had heard in the crew these days. Yan Tingyun seemed to be pursuing He Huan.

Qi Peng winked at He Huan excitedly, and said very consciously: "I still have something to do, so I'll go out first."

And closed the door very intimately.

Yan Tingyun sat down on the chair next to He Huan, and said to him, "I wanted to find someone to delete the photos, but someone got there first."

He Huan was a little surprised: "Why do you want to delete the photo?"

Yan Tingyun looked at Semir's makeup that he hadn't removed yet, and his posture slumped in the recliner, as if he had lost his bones, lazy and charming, like a seductress who had just been loved by the king.

He Huan's appearance at this time is no different from the expression after being kissed by Alha in the photo.

That alha... When Yan Tingyun thought about it, his ribs in his chest ached.

The moment he saw the photo, he almost smashed his brain.

"That alha is back to pester you again?" Yan Tingyun stared at He Huan closely, not letting go of any expression on his face.

He Huan hesitated for a moment, and realized that Yan Tingyun had mistook Myron for Fitz.

He found this misunderstanding a bit unexpected and interesting: "No, he didn't come back."

His half-smile expression made Yan Tingyun inexplicably flustered.

He thought about it carefully, and didn't know why he was flustered. He held He Huan's hand like a criminal looking for the truth: "Who is the person in the photo?"

He Huan was about to answer when there was a knock at the door.

Then came the voice of Qi Peng who went back and forth: "He Huan, people from the military said they have something important to see you for."

He Huan thought for a while, and now that he knew who was coming, he got up and went to open the door.

Yan Tingyun still held his hand tightly, stubbornly wanting to know the answer.

He Huan smiled: "Don't you want to know who is in the photo? Open the door and you will know."

Yan Tingyun was startled, and He Huan withdrew his hand and opened the door.

The sunlight outside the door poured in, making the figure of Alha who was leaning on the door clear and tall.

A familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face turned sideways, with a ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth: "Honey, we meet again.".

He Huan was too lazy to correct the address he took advantage of, but it didn't mean that he would forgive some of his overstepping behaviors—such as the photo incident.

He now has a very bad impression of this guy named Myron.

Myron admired He Huan from head to toe, and praised: "Your outfit today...is very charming, um, I seem to hear my own heartbeat, did you hear it?"

Yan Tingyun saw him flirting with He Huan as if no one else was around, his face darkened, he quickly stepped in front of He Huan, and said coldly, "What are you looking for with He Huan?"

He recognized that this person was not the same person as the previous Alha, but the two looked so similar, they definitely had a great relationship.

He doesn't have to show any good looks.

When Myron's gaze was looking at Yan Tingyun, the temperature suddenly lost, and it was full of the cold and majestic aura of a soldier: "It's business."

He Huan stood up from behind Yan Tingyun and introduced to him: "He is the person in the photo, and his name is Myron Gaskell."

"Gascoll?!" A shocked expression appeared on Yan Tingyun's face.

"What?" He Huan asked him.

Yan Tingyun asked him in surprise, "You don't know?"

"Baby, how can you tell my name to someone who has nothing to do with it?" Myron stretched his long legs, stepped lazily in front of He Huan, and took out a piece of paper stamped with the police station: "Some You need to cooperate with the investigation about the alien beast, please come with me."

He Huan read the investigation letter, which contained only a few lines of ambiguous official language, and did not involve any alien beasts: "Why should I trust you?"

"Hmm..." Myron rubbed his chin, tilted his head and smiled, "If someone from the police station came to look for you, they wouldn't be as gentle as me."

He Huan is not afraid to go to the police station, but he doesn't like Myron and secretly engages in some saucy operations.

Yan Tingyun said directly: "Xiao Huan, I'll take you there."

Myron glared at him coldly: "It's just a simple inquiry, why are you so nervous?"

He Huan: "Since it's a simple question, why don't you just come here and ask me instead?"

Myron suddenly smiled, and another faint dangerous breath flashed by. But he quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, whoever made you a baby, let him send you there."

…

He Huan was also very puzzled why he was always attacked by alien beasts.

On the way to the police station, he asked Myron for a profile on the alien.

After reading it in detail, he finally found the problem.

Alien beasts are very sensitive to oga pheromones, and their sensitivity is more than ten times higher than that of ordinary alha.

Moreover, they have a beastly obsession with reproduction, once they find an oga with even 1 matching degree, they will frantically use all means to mark this oga until he gives birth to offspring.

He Huan knew that his pheromones were highly compatible with alha.

Now that the flowering period is approaching, he can't control his pheromones. This may be the reason why he was targeted by the alien beast.

Because of filming, he will stay at Kesburg for at least another year.

If it was normal, he wouldn't have to be afraid of alien beasts.

But flowering...

The flowering and fruiting stages of plants are very sensitive and fragile. This is the first flowering and fruiting period after he took shape, so he can't be careless.

Fitz's pheromone became the only solution to the problem.

He Huan dropped the information, reached into his pocket, and pinched the small metal ball.

In the past few days, he has been carrying this thing with him. He hates and has an inexplicable expectation for this thing.

He was still confused about whether to use this little thing or not.

…

Kersburg Police Department Headquarters.

Yan Tingyun stopped the car, opened the car door for He Huan, and told him, "I'll just watch outside."

He Huan nodded: "Thank you."

Then he walked towards Myron who was waiting in front of him.

Yan Tingyun looked at his back, feeling flustered for some reason, and ran two steps to pull He Huan back, but he had already entered the gate.

The bar at the door stopped him.

As soon as he entered the passageway of the police station hall, there were people guarding the security check there.

Usually, this is just a formality. After all, no one dared to bring dangerous items to the police station.

The security inspector took the scanner and stuck it to He Huan's body. As soon as he reached the pocket of his trousers, the scanner suddenly sounded a rapid alarm.

This is the tone frequency that can only be found in Class 1 dangerous goods.

As soon as the scanner rang, even the alarm installed on the wall responded, and the entire police station vibrated.

Myron looked serious, and immediately pressed He Huan's arm, leaning against the wall: "What did you bring, take it out!"

He Huan didn't expect that this small ball could cause such a big trouble, he took out the small ball: "This is just a communicator that my friend gave me."

Just after saying this, all the special police officers in the police station were dispatched, equipped with the most advanced weapons, and carefully surrounded He Huan.

Myron didn't listen to his words, and grabbed the ball. At first, he didn't understand what it was. It looked like a cat, not a cat, or a dog, not a dog.

With a subconscious operation, Myron twisted the ugly animal's neck.

After hearing a "ding", the little thing returned to calm after emitting a red light.

Myron recognized it. This is the military's most secret communication device. As long as the two parties are on the same planet, the other party can find the other party based on the received signal and hear the sound in real time.

Of course, this is only one of the most basic functions.

The cost of this kind of communicator is extremely expensive, and most of the materials used are forbidden, so few people can use it.

People who know how to use this kind of thing...Myron searched quickly in his mind, and then he heard He Huan say: "This is from your brother. He said I was in danger. You can use this to contact him."

Myron: "..."

Suddenly, I felt something hot in my hand.

Then, when he saw the heavily armed special police surrounding him in all directions, he seemed to see the word despair.