Gangreen's Muscle Soldiers 19

Scene 21:

Foreign Affairs
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After dinner, Unit 4 carried Jason into the bedroom in the manor. The moment they stepped through the door, the huge, muscular soldier began kissing Jason deeply, the boy still cradled securely in his arms. Jason eagerly kissed him back, wrapping his arms tightly around Unit 4's neck.

The soldier continued to rub his scruffy jaw against Jason's face, deepening their kiss. He then set down his massive pulse gun, using his free arm to begin unstrapping his various pieces of equipment. After shedding his gear, he kicked off his boots and socks.

Jason, meanwhile, moved one hand lower, squeezing the soldier's nipple as it became firm under his touch. Unit 4 let out a deep moan in response, spark a soft giggle from Jason.

The boy then kicked off his shoes, and with a mischievous grin, slid his foot into the soldier's khaki briefs. His toes brushed against the rough pubic hair, then moved lower, stirring playfully within the soft cotton fabric.

The "beef" inside slowly began to come alive, and a pre-ejaculate started to drip, dampening the cloth. Unit 4 let out a low grunt, a deep, rumbling sound, as he continued to kiss Jason, his lips pressing against the boy's.

Unit 4 pulled down his khakis, the fabric falling to his ankles as his enormous erection sprang free. He then gently placed Jason onto the bed. With a low groan of anticipation, he moved his huge, muscular body over the boy, lowering himself down and continuing to kiss him deeply, his lips passionate on Jason's.

His enormous erection was already at full attention, gleaming with pre-ejaculate that began splashing as he continued to rub it against the boy. Many drops landed on Jason, some even covering his face and hair, as Unit 4 continued his intense embrace.

The soldier then positioned his enormous, throbbing erection between Jason's legs, the slippery tip just touching the little of his back. He began a repeated movement of his hips, and Jason instinctively wrapped his arms tightly around Unit 4's thick, muscular neck, holding on.

Unit 4 continued his deep kisses, his hips grinding relentlessly. His pre-ejaculate, now flowing like an uncontrolled hose, splashed copiously, dampening Jason's skin with every thrust.

Then, Jason felt a small pause in the soldier's powerful movements. It was the calm before the storm. Suddenly, the huge erection expanded even further, bulging visibly. The soldier's massive muscles tensed and then exploded, unleashing a truly enormous amount of soldier goo.

A torrent of tomato seeds and goopy white globules shot out, splattering onto the walls and ceiling, instantly flooding the floor around them. Unit 4's body completely lost control, continuing to shiver violently and roar with primal intensity. His body spasmed with every gush, relentlessly releasing wave after wave of the thick, white fluid.

It took a while before the torrent of splashes began to slow, and the huge erection, though still thick, started its slow descent into softness. The soldier was still wracked with shivers and tremors as the last of the copious goo continued to shoot from his slowly softening erection.

Jason held him tight, pressing encouraging kisses to his neck and chest, his hands rubbing the soldier's scruffy jaw. Slowly, Unit 4 rolled over, finally resting on the bed, Jason now nestled on his chest. He was panting, his powerful chest heaving as he desperately tried to catch his breath after the intense release.

Both of them were still completely covered in the thick, white goo. Jason cuddled close onto the soldier's powerful chest, feeling the deep, even movement of his breathing as Unit 4 continued to shiver occasionally, the aftermath of his intense release. Unit 4 kissed Jason's hair, hugging him gently, his now soft erection still leaking slightly.

When he had rested enough to regain some strength, the soldier carefully picked up the boy and carried him to the bathroom to wash away the sticky residue. Back in the bedroom, the room's automated cleaning system had already sprung into action. By the time they done, clean and dry from their bath, the room was spotless, and a fresh, new bed was neatly made.

Unit 4 held Jason securely in the bed, the boy snuggling comfortably against his warm, muscular body. Finally, both of them drifted off to sleep.

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Morning at the Manor

Sunrise painted the sky as staff members began to flow into the Manor's dining room. Some grabbed a quick set of rations to go, while a few others took trays and sat down at tables to eat their meal.

Professor Gangreen sat in his usual seat, and Walter was instantly there to pour his morning coffee. Walter then placed a holoprojector on the table, which immediately displayed news feeds and staff reports, showcasing the impressive new expansion of the silos and the newly completed underground private and leisure rooms.
As Walter began assembling a plate of breakfast for the Professor, Igor stumbled in. "Morning, Professor," he mumbled, letting out a wide yawn. He slumped into a chair, and Walter swiftly brought him a glass of milk. "Thanks, Walter," Igor muttered.

Finally, Unit 4 appeared, carrying a still-yawning Jason in his arm. "Hey, kid," Igor greeted, letting out another yawn himself, "still a bit sleepy?"

Unit 4 gently placed Jason in his chair, gave him a soft kiss, and then took his seat right next to him. Walter arrived with Jason's apple juice and, for Unit 4, a cappuccino for him to try, a gentle push towards a new experience.

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Agent Queen Black arrived at the breakfast table, his elegant figure cutting a striking pose. "Sorry, I'm late," he apologized, taking his seat. (It was standard protocol for at least one Agent to be present at each meal.)

"Agent, nice for you to join us," Professor Gangreen greeted him warmly. Walter, quickly brought a pot of tea and poured a cup for Queen Black.

Today's breakfast spread was lavish: fluffy scrambled eggs, savory sausages, golden-brown French toast with a dusting of cinnamon, a special homemade oatmeal, a variety of colorful donuts, and, of course, plenty of crispy bacon.

Igor, energized by the sight of the food, immediately started digging in, his earlier sleepiness forgotten. Unit 4 leaned over and gave Jason a kiss on his hair before he, too, began eating.

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"Your Majesty," Jason asked, "what is transgender? I heard it from Agent Pawn White's transmission meeting with the President yesterday."

Igor, his mouth full of French toast and bacon, interrupted quickly, "You don't want to know, kid. Trust me, it's better not to know about that stuff."

Queen Black, however, offered a more thoughtful response. "My Lord Jason, transgender is a fancy word for individuals that wish to be identify as a different gender. Some even go through a process called hormone therapy at a young age, and eventually, few choose to be castrated via gender-change operations."

"Hormone therapy?" Jason repeated, curious.

"Yes," Queen Black explained calmly. "Hormone therapy aims to alter the original biological development of the individual to change their physical appearance to a desirable outcome."

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"So does that mean," Jason asked, "that boys would look like girls and girls would look like boys?"

"Yes, in their physical appearance," Queen Black confirmed.

"But what happens if they regret it and don't like it when they grow up?" Jason troubled, a genuine concern in his voice.

"Yes, many do regret the therapy, that’s why there’s the detransitioning process," Queen Black explained, his gaze strict. "Many chose the process, yet most results are undesirable, with only a few being truly successful."

"That's why we prefer to show individuals how to be confident in who they are, rather than offer them a choice to change their appearance, nor fancy words for identity recognition."

"Agent Queen," Igor interrupted, "you're going to give the kid nightmares with all that information."

Queen Black's expression softened slightly. "My apologies, Sir Igor. You're right; this topic isn't suitable for discussion at the breakfast table."
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Unit 4 leaned in and gave Jason a soft kiss, then returned to his breakfast, unaffected by the earlier conversation.

"Thank you, Agent," Professor Gangreen said, a dry tone to his voice as he looked at Queen Black. "I'm sure everyone at the table is satisfied with their genitalia."

"Of course, Dr. Gangreen," Queen Black replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, Unit 4 made a series of rapid hand gestures. Igor's earpiece, translating the military hand signs: "I like it when he plays with my beefy..." Igor's eyes widened, and he quickly ripped the earpiece out before Unit 4 could finish.

"Oh, come on, you're gross!" Igor exclaimed, looking at Unit 4 with disgust.

"What? What did he say?" Jason asked, curious about the translation.

"You don't want to know, kid," Igor responded, shaking his head.

"The only thing you need to know is your boyfriend loves you very much," Igor said to Jason, trying to smooth over the awkward moment, with an annoyed look at Unit 4.

Queen Black visibly struggled to hold back a laugh, a slight tremor in his shoulders. Professor Gangreen, meanwhile, took a casual sip of his coffee, focusing his attention intently on the holoprojector as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

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Professor Gangreen dabbed his mouth with a napkin, then turned off the holoprojector. "Our guests should be arriving soon," he announced.

"Yes, Agent Pawn White will be in charge of the welcome party," Queen Black confirmed.

"Very well, I'll be in my lab. Igor, you're with me." Gangreen stood up and left the table.

Igor quickly stuffed a donut in his mouth and grabbed another before scrambling to follow. "Coming, Professor!" he mumbled.

Queen Black also finished his breakfast. "My Lord Jason, General Four, it's a pleasure to have breakfast with you both," he said before leaving the table.

Unit 4 leaned in and gave Jason a kiss, then grabbed another piece of bacon. He stood up, lifting Jason from his chair. The soldier gave Jason one more kiss before handing him over to Taurus (originally Unit 6), who had just arrived in the dining room. Unit 4 then left for the underground command center, where he was scheduled to supervise for his day shift.

Taurus, wearing the familiar khaki briefs and military boots, was equipped with futuristic weapons. He was just as muscular, strong, and handsome as Unit 4, but with his own distinct characteristics. A small pin of the Taurus zodiac sign decorated his briefs.

"Let's go to the underground farm first," Jason suggested.

Taurus understood the request and led the way to the nearest elevator. Once they reached the rainbow tomato plant, Jason said, "Okay, you can let me down now." Taurus gently placed him near the vibrant plant. Jason immediately began his playful touch on the leaves, making them glow. The plant had grown noticeably bigger since he last saw it, yet there were still no new tomatoes growing on it.

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After Jason was satisfied with the glowing colorful plant, he found another three metallic tomatoes that caught his eye. He looked up at Taurus and reached an arm towards him. Taurus knew exactly what the boy wanted; he leaned down and gently picked him up. Jason gave the soldier a kiss on his masculine jaw.

"Let's take these to the lab," Jason announced.

Taurus carried him to the lab, where Igor was waiting. "Hey kid, what you got there?" Igor asked, his eyes lighting up.

"These are for you," Jason replied, handing the three metallic tomatoes to Igor.

The transformation process began swiftly, and the results were three new miniatures. The first one was a sleek sport motorcycle. The second was a stylish convertible sports car. And the last, a powerful racing car.

"Whoa, these are so great! Thanks, kid!" Igor exclaimed, genuinely thrilled. "Come on, let's go test them out now!"

"No," Jason said, shaking his head. "I'm going to the study room to meet the ambassador."

"Okay," Igor accepted, a slight grimace on his face. "But don't say I didn't warn you; it's going to be boring."

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Meeting the Diplomats

In the study room, Agent Pawn White was addressing the newly arrived diplomats. "You'll be staying in our guest rooms upstairs until the new construction of the guest house is complete," he explained smoothly. Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Taurus entered, carrying Jason.

When the diplomats caught sight of the towering, huge muscular soldier, they almost jumped out of their seats, their faces paling.

"Do not be alarmed, gentlemen," Pawn White assured them calmly. "You are perfectly safe on the property. This is Lord Jason and Commander Taurus; they are only here to observe."

Taurus gently placed Jason onto a soft, single couch near the fireplace and then took up a silent, watchful stance beside him.

"Nice for you to show up, My Lord Jason," Pawn White acknowledged, inclining his head slightly.

"Don't mind me, Agent Pawn," Jason replied, already settling in. "Please carry on."

Walter swiftly arrived, bringing Jason a Berry's homemade cake shake and a container with multiple slots filled with various chips and mixed nuts. He then provided each diplomat with their own cake shake and a set of salty snacks. For Pawn White, it was a more traditional tea and scone.

As everyone began to drink and snack, the conversation resumed, but with a new, somewhat tense atmosphere.

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Jason grabbed a handful of nuts and extended them to Taurus. The soldier opened his large hand, allowing Jason to deposit the pile of nuts. Taurus began eating the nuts while Jason continued to enjoy his cake shake.

"Is that... um... soldier... the one I saw a few months ago?" Wilbur Finletter hesitantly asked Agent Pawn White.

"No, Ambassador Finletter," Pawn White clarified. "The one you met should be General Four. We'll introduce you later."

Jason noticed Taurus had finished the nuts, so he grabbed a handful of chips and offered them. Taurus ate the chips as well.

"So, which one do you like?" Jason asked.

Taurus simply grunted.

Jason then picked up his cake shake. "You want to try a sip?" The soldier leaned down and took a big gulp of the cake shake.

"Okay, I guess you just eat whatever I give you," Jason thought. "At least you're not a picky eater."

One of the diplomats spoke up, "We were hoping you could offer help with the CRINK issue."

"Dr. Gangreen ordered us to postpone taking over the world," Pawn White replied, a hint of something unreadable in his tone. "So, we can't offer help on that issue for now."

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After the introductions and initial talks concluded, Agent Pawn White began to show the diplomats around the expansive manor. He then took them on a comprehensive tour of the property and its outer gates via the sleek maglev transports.

Jason, unable to finish his large cake shake, handed the rest to Taurus. The massive soldier accepted it, downing the remainder in just a few powerful gulps.

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Everyone had already left the study room, leaving only Jason and Taurus. Jason, still lazy on the couch, gently brushed his fingers along the soldier's muscular, hairy thigh. His hand then drifted upward, settling on Taurus's khaki briefs.

He began to fondle the hefty package, provoking a low grunt from Taurus. The boy then squeezed the round tip he felt beneath the cloth. The huge muscular soldier shivered, a subtle tremor running through his massive frame.

"Come on," Jason whispered, looking up at him with a mischievous glint, "time to go to your room."

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The handsome soldier gently lifted Jason off the couch and into his arm, carrying him towards his room. This room, originally designated as Release and Recovery Room 6, now bore a plate on its door displaying the Zodiac sign of Taurus. The two disappeared inside.

Once inside, Jason immediately began his familiar, loving touches.
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A Quiet Afternoon Interrupted

A few days later, the diplomats settled into the newly constructed guest house behind the castle-like manor. The guest house, built in the same imposing style as the main residence, was exceptionally well-equipped, even have its own private yard.

It was a nice, lazy afternoon, and Jason was occupied in a game of chess with Wilbur Finletter in the ambassador's guest house. Standing silently beside Jason's chair was Libra, a super soldier just as strong and muscular as the others, his khaki briefs decorated with a metallic pin depicting the Zodiac sign of Libra.

The soldier let out a low grunt as Jason was about to make what appeared to be a poor move on the chessboard.

"Hey, no cheating!" Finletter exclaimed, pointing a playful finger.

"It's not cheating," Jason countered, grinning. "He's just giving me advice."

Suddenly, the yellow alert lights in the room flashed brightly for a few seconds, illuminating everything in a harsh glow, before settling into a small, persistent blinking indication light.

"What's happening?" Wilbur asked, looking concerned.

"I think that's the yellow alert lights," Jason replied, calmly.

Libra quickly used a series of military hand signs to switch on the holoprojector in the common room of the guest house. A blinking dot appeared on the projected map, located near the outer fences of the property.

"It's probably nothing," Jason said dismissively. "The security team can take care of it." Libra made another hand gesture, and the holoprojector turned off.

Just then, Walter entered the guest house, carrying a tray filled with classic Coke floats and plenty of crispy onion rings. "Thank you, Walter," Wilbur said, taking a large sip of his Coke float and immediately beginning to snack on the onion rings. "Still your move, kid," he reminded Jason, turning back to the game.

Jason picked up his chess piece again, and just before he placed it down, the soldier grunted once more.

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Incident at the Outer Fence

At the underground command center, Unit 4 was a whirlwind of controlled motion, issuing precise orders through rapid military hand signals. On the large holographic displays, two drones monitoring suspicious individuals outside the outer fence received his silent commands.

With an almost invisible shimmer, the drones unleashed an invisible pulse, and the engine of the vehicle parked outside the fence immediately popped and died. Before the occupants could react, the drones fired tranquilizer darts at two individuals who resembled tourists; they crumpled to the ground instantly. Still, two more remained inside the vehicle.

Quickly, two nearby patrol trucks roared into view. The soldiers inside made swift hand gestures, and a section of the outer fence automatically lowered to the ground, allowing the two bulletproof trucks to pass through. The soldiers, armed and prepared, stepped out of their vehicles and began to approach the outsider's car.

Suddenly, the two remaining individuals inside the car flung their doors open, guns already in hand. But before they had a chance to open fire, the soldiers reacted with lightning speed. Multiple bullets ripped directly through the car doors, effectively eliminating the two who had tried to use the vehicle as a shield.

Moments later, a staff team and two Agents arrived on maglev transports, their efficiency certain as they immediately began the clean-up operation. The car was quickly towed inside the fence, and the section of the fence silently rose back into place.

The property, thanks to Igor's smart purchases, had expanded far beyond its original boundaries; he had acquired all the uninhabitable lands in the area. Normally, trespassers would be killed on sight, but for these specific individuals, Special Operations had decided to capture them alive for crucial intelligence gathering.

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In the guest house, Jason, focused in his chess game, scooped some ice cream from his classic Coke float, then took a bite of a crispy onion ring, all while thinking over his next move.

Suddenly, the comm on Libra's wrist began beeping. The soldier raised his wrist, and the beeping stopped. It was Agent Pawn Black's voice.

"This is Pawn Black. I'm sorry to interrupt you and Ambassador Finletter, Lord Jason, but I think you may want to come to the study room."

"Oh well, I guess fun time is over," Jason sighed, looking at Finletter. "You want to come too, Mr. Ambassador?"

Libra leaned down and gently lifted Jason into his arm.

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Interrogation in the Study Room

In the study room, the atmosphere was clearly different from the cozy scene moments before. Two Asians, one man and one woman, sat handcuffed on what appeared to be the least comfortable seats in the house – rigid, high-backed chairs strategically placed away from the plush sofas. Two intimidating super soldiers stood silently by the door, their presence a clear warning. Igor, his expression intent, stood by the fireplace, observing the scene with excited interest.

Agent Pawn Black began the interrogation, speaking in fluent Mandarin. Though Igor didn't speak the language himself, every word was perfectly translated through his earpiece, allowing him to understand every word of the questioning.

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One of the soldiers standing next to the door received a signal and opened it. Libra entered with Jason in his arm, followed by Finletter. The soldier gently placed Jason down on a soft, comfortable seat next to the fireplace and then stood beside him. Finletter went to stand next to Igor.

Agent Pawn Black paused his interrogation. "Thank you for coming, My Lord Jason and Ambassador Finletter," he acknowledged. "We've confirmed these two are spying on us. There were two more who were shot on sight when they raised weapons on our soldiers."

He continued, "We already acquired enough information we need through their phones. The encryption was clever, but there's nothing we can't crack. We traced their connections through the PRC embassy."

Igor then turned on a holoprojector, showing Professor Gangreen in his lab.

"Dr. Gangreen," Agent Pawn Black addressed the projection, "we caught two spies, and the other two are dead. Do we have permission to launch a strike of retaliation?"

"Fine, granted, but nothing fancy," Professor Gangreen replied bluntly.

"Thank you, Dr. Gangreen." The holoprojector shut off.

Pawn Black turned to the soldiers. "Take these two to the vehicles. Take the vans; Dr. Gangreen doesn't want anything fancy. We're returning them to the nearest PRC embassy. Agent Knight Black and Rook White will be leading the strike."

"Wait, you can't just walk into a Chinese embassy like that!" Finletter interrupted, alarmed. "It would be violating international treaties!"

"We only have agreements with the US government," Pawn Black stated, his voice without emotion. "International treaties don't affect our activities. And no, we won't go in. We can destroy it from the outside." He paused, a hint of something resembling a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm sure destroying a foreign embassy doesn't violate our agreements. An embassy is technically foreign ground, after all."

"Okay, fine, but I'll need to report this," Finletter admitted, rubbing his temples.

"Thank you for your understanding, Ambassador Finletter," Agent Pawn Black replied smoothly.

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Two vans, parked outside the manor, suddenly ignited boosters beneath their structure. They slowly rose from the ground, and then hidden wings and jet engines smoothly unfolded from their sleek bodies. With a roar, they flew off, heading towards Los Angeles.

In the study room, Igor slumped onto the couch while Finletter, looking grim, returned to the guest house to write his reports. Walter came in shortly after, bringing a tray of refreshments and snacks. Jason offered Libra a colorful donut, which the soldier accepted with a quiet nod.

"Lord Jason, Sir Igor, we found something very alarming," Agent Pawn Black stated, his voice grave. "When we traced through the phones of those spies, we hacked into their database. There's a facility developing bioweapons specifically designed against our kind."

He continued, "They've also hacked the local U.S. government and stole files and reports on Dr. Gangreen's research and previous creations. I recommend we strike first."

Pawn Black laid out his proposed solution. "We can use our satellite weapons to target all of their nuclear missiles, reprogram them to launch on their own targets. It would be more than enough to wipe out everything clean."

"Whoa," Igor exclaimed, his eyes wide. "You're talking about wiping out an entire country."

"But," Jason interrupted, his voice filled with concern, "would the radiation also spread to the nearby countries as well?"

"Yes, but radiation doesn't affect our kind," Pawn Black explained. "Sir Igor and Dr. Gangreen are safe from radiation inside the underground when needed."

"But so many people will die," Jason pleaded, his voice cracking, "and most of them are innocent! Please, Agent Pawn, there must be a better way."

Agent Pawn Black's harsh expression softened slightly. "Yes, my lord. I am sorry to upset you. I will come up with a better plan."

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Embassy Demolition

About fifteen minutes later, the two vans landed silently on the street in front of the PRC embassy in Los Angeles. Their wings and jet engines retracted and folded away seamlessly, leaving them looking like ordinary vehicles.

Agent Rook White and Agent Knight Black, accompanied by two super soldiers, stepped out. They pulled the two handcuffed spies from the vans, uncuffed them, and roughly shoved them toward the embassy building. Agent Rook White then took out a small device from his pocket. He flicked it on, instantly jamming every phone and electronic device in the area, creating a silent zone where no one could record or take snapshots.

Without warning, the super soldiers fired multiple rounds of teargas into the building. Screams erupted from within as people, coughing and choking, began to pour out of the embassy. Agent Knight Black made several swift hand gestures, silently issuing orders to the soldiers: wait for three minutes, then destroy it.

People continued to escape, their faces in distress.

When the three-minute timer was up, the super soldiers began firing their energy weapons toward the building. One soldier wielded a cannon-like weapon that unleashed powerful blasts, each ripping a huge, clean hole directly into the embassy wall before detonating explosively within the building's interior. The other soldier preferred a more machinegun-like energy weapon, delivering a battery of rapid-fire blasts that punched numerous large holes into the structure, quickly making the building resemble Swiss cheese.

It took only a minute for the once-proud embassy to be reduced to a flaming pile of ruins. Satisfied with the result, the team stepped back into their vehicles, which then took off, flying swiftly back home.

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