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A dazzling bolt struck across the sky, like a giant bomb of light. The ground shook violently. Feilong felt himself being pulled into nothingness. There was no chance to resist.
When the explosion was over, the light went off, everything sank into deep darkness.
He passed out.
"Um..."
When Feilong regained his consciousness, he felt his whole body numb.
Took all the strength to sit up, he mentally prepared himself, expected to see his surrounding collapsed and in ruin, but it didn't.
Nor was he injured. Except that his back is a bit sore right now, but it's fine. Going through such an explosion, he must be very lucky to stay intact. He still feels his body strong and flexible enough to take care of himself, maybe even a little stronger than before.
"I wonder how Mikhail is..."
Feilong ran around looking for his "just-a-trading-partner", but found no sign of him. At the time he thought of the worst situation, a figure appeared made Fei Long silently joy.
There you are, Feilong!
Although he couldn't find Mikhail, at least he could find Fei...
Wait?
I AM FEILONG!
Who is that person who... standing right in front of me?!!!
How can he look so alike me??
"Who the hell are you? How did you do that?" Feilong yelled so loud his voice sounded hoarse.
"Feilong?" Said the other, with the same voice as his.
"No you are not, I am Feilong!" He was both so angry and confused that he sounded like lisp.
"I am Groot"
"..."
"Okay just kidding. I know you are Feilong. I was just calling your name."
"Then who the hell are you?" Wait, the opposite's voice sounds very similar to Feilong, but why does his Cantonese pronunciation still sound so wrong at some words??
"Or do you want me to call you 'Mikhail'?" The opposite man covered his mischievous smile with his hand.
"What? What are you talking abo..."
Wait, my voice...
It wasn't hoarse because of anger and confusion. I am not shouting right now. It's just...
Why...?
WHY DOES MY VOICE HAVE RUSSIAN ACCENT??!?!!??
Feilong bewilderedly looked down at his hands: big firm biceps, rock hard chest, and seemed to be taller a little bit. He quickly loosened his collar and looked into his left chest to find the bullet scar, but nothing there. His back felt a bit rough.
"Are you looking for this?" Asked 'Feilong', standing from the opposite, revealing his bare chest to the left. The bullet scar was right there.
"..."
"Alright, let's see if I get it right," Feilong, tried all his best to calm down and spoke in a voice filled with Russian accents. "You and I suddenly swap bodies?"
"Yeah, you got it right" Mikhail, didn't try to calm at all and spoke with no Russian accents
"Why are you so calm?" Waking up and unable to find Mikhail, Feilong was so damn confused, he didn't even notice how his body transformed, didn't even notice that his long black hair was gone and replaced by a bird-nest blondie instead.
"I passed by a broken mirror, I saw myself... I mean, 'yourself' in it, and panicked for a while already, it's not new to me now." Mikhail scratched his head, at that time he was really messed up, but unable to call anyone. After all, he is the man of steel in both shape and soul. Just now the shape is gone.
............
"We have to go home, our underlings are looking for us" Feilong broke the silence.
"Good idea. The question is: who goes whose home?"
"Good question."