Chapter 22 Major General Eli

"Have you found Marshal Ives?"

In the central area of ​​Federal City, within the relevant departments.

The deputy commander of the federal fleet, wearing a black military uniform, short black hair and a fierce-looking man, was reporting the situation to his superiors with a serious face.

The higher-ups breathed a sigh of relief. For a whole week, their search and rescue team had been unable to find any trace of Marshal Ives. It turned out the Marshal had already found a hiding place.

but……

He frowned and asked, "Commander Dean, are you saying there are undercover agents in the federal base?"

"That's right," Dean clenched his fists, his eyes sharp. "This is information I've been given secretly by Elvis. His aircraft was tampered with in the base. It's very likely the result of a careful plot by some internal personnel."

"This is troublesome..." the administrator murmured, "So, do we need to take the Marshal back to the federal government first?"

“No need.”

Dean suppressed the corners of his lips that were already showing no trace of smile, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, the blood energy drawn out of the sheath was chilling.

He said calmly: "Just let Elvis handle this matter. This is his request."

Since the enemies lurking in the shadows of the Federal Legion have the courage to plan such a thing, they must be prepared to bear the consequences.

"I understand." The administrator stood up and saluted Dean. "Does Marshal Ives have any other instructions?"

Dean's eyes darkened and he returned the greeting expressionlessly.

His good friend and boss, Elvis, did have another request, but it was a bit strange.

"Ives needs a covert contact person, and he must be a mentally damaged orc subordinate."

After hearing this, the manager was stunned.

To go secretly, you need strong soldiers; to be an orc, you need to have a second form... But why do you need to have damaged mental strength?

Is it for the subsequent work of arresting undercover agents?

The manager couldn't figure out the connection and had to agree to it first.

"Don't worry, Commander. We will send a liaison officer to the Marshal as soon as possible."

Dean nodded and quickly left the federal government.

As the deputy commander of the fleet, Dean has a lot of things to do, so he can only complete his own work first and then go to Elvis to help him solve the undercover issue.

Of course, it would be best if Elvis could resolve the issue as soon as possible.

The superiors acted quickly and selected a major general from among the officers and soldiers of the Federal Legion.

He is Eli, who belongs to the Third Legion.

Eli is a top talent who graduated from the Federal Military Academy two years ago. Whether it is mecha driving, wilderness survival, close combat or second-form reconnaissance ability, he is an all-round master with good strength.

Most importantly, Eli has a clean resume and is a perfect candidate for this task.

As for the damage to mental strength... The Third Legion had just returned from the battlefield on an alien planet, and the orc soldiers all had some mental problems to a certain extent. Eli, who was one of the major generals belonging to the Third Legion, suffered mental damage that was no less than that of others.

Despite this, the damage to his mental strength only brought him a sense of weakness that was not easy to ignore, and did not affect his combat and reconnaissance capabilities.

When he received this task, Eli, who was originally a little tired, instantly felt a hundred times more energetic!

There are few students who have been trained in the Federal Military Academy who do not admire Marshal Ives, and Eli is one of these fans.

He was so happy to have the opportunity to meet the Marshal and help him, how could he refuse?

As instructed, Eli went to the office of the deputy commander of the Federal Fleet and obtained Elvis' current address from Dean.

The next morning, Eli, in disguise, quietly set out. When he approached his destination, he transformed into his second form: a lead-gray chinchilla.

After changing into the beast form, his vision and sense of smell were also greatly improved and became much sharper.

Marshal Elvis's hiding place is easy to find, or rather, there is no need to look for it at all.

Eli stared blankly at the villa with the pet shop billboard hanging on it, and his mind suddenly became a little fuzzy.

Marshal, have you been living in the pet shop these days?

Eli's little gray ears twitched, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that, having been harmed by a treacherous person, Lord Ives could no longer regain his human form, and could only remain in his pitiful beast form, being enslaved day in and day out by the sinister pet shop owner?!

Unable to control his urge to imagine, Eli recalled the performance videos he had seen as a child, which recreated the acrobatics of ancient Earth animals, which could be called a horror movie.

The thought of the noble and honorable Marshal Ives, with a look of humiliation on his face, going through fire hoops, walking on stilts, rollers, and tightrope in animal form... made Eli tremble with fear.

Black-hearted boss, you shall not die well!

The chinchilla, which was not even half the height of a flower pot, ran to the door of the villa in a menacing manner.

Then, it stopped at the door, habitually showed its sharp little claws, and scratched the door panel.

Eli: “…”

Oh forgot, this is not a pet scratching post for your home.

After thinking about it, he jumped up and pressed the smart pager specially for guest visits.

Then, Eli quickly dodged and hid his small body behind the flowerpot.

The major general was full of confidence - as long as he was fast enough, the automatic identification device on the pager would not be able to capture his shadow!

When the owner of the villa comes out to open the door out of curiosity, take note of the appearance of this black-hearted boss!

Major General Eli, who was full of righteousness, had no idea of ​​climbing over the wall to sneak in, nor did he realize that as a commercial residence, most homeowners would install hidden real-time surveillance at the door.

In other words, from beginning to end, all his little movements while wandering at the door were transmitted to Tong Wanwan's light brain by the sensor.

The system, receiving the surveillance footage, was filled with confusion: [Wanwan... there's a new furry rat at the door.]

"Chinchilla?" Tong Wanwan, who had just finished breakfast, her eyes lit up. She took off her apron, washed her hands, and walked out of the house.

She was once obsessed with Miyazaki's movie My Neighbor Totoro, and because of this, she has a very high liking for chinchillas.

I opened the door, but there was nothing there. The ground was spotless, not even a fallen leaf could be found.

Tong Wanwan glanced around and lowered her lips unhappily, "Gone?"

[Don't worry, I'll check the surveillance footage.] The system connected to Tong Wanwan's computer again. [The velvet mouse pressed the pager, the smart doorbell, and hid behind the flowerpot.]

[It's currently hiding behind the flowerpot on the left side of the door, secretly watching Wanwan!]

Tong Wanwan was a little stunned.

The chinchilla... rang the doorbell and hid again?

She looked at the sensor, who was only slightly shorter than herself, with a face full of question marks.

Are all the animals in the Interstellar Federation so fierce?

Just a short-armed chinchilla.

Over 1.6 meters in one jump?

(End of this chapter)