Chapter 77 Outpost

Earlier in the night, in the 27th district of the capital planet.

As the strong wind blew, the creepy sound of metal clashing echoed in the dark alley, adding a sense of eeriness to the quiet night.

A black shadow shuttled through the crowd, the dim street lights shining on his body, casting a layer of mysterious dim light on this hurried man.

At the entrance of the alley stood a few young men, laughing and joking, puffing away at the low-quality, pungent cigarettes. A dark figure paused there, his voice deep, "Can I borrow a cigarette?"

A few people fell silent. Under the cover of darkness, they looked at the tightly covered figure in front of them and casually asked, "What cigarettes do you want?"

"The most powerful one." The person who came was covered with a hint of gunpowder smoke and a trace of blood, and he smiled indifferently.

The leading smoker nodded, pointed his thumb at the wall behind him, and continued smoking with his companions. The shadowy figure walked towards the wall without hesitation. The moment they collided, a trembling electromagnetic field flashed by—this ordinary wall was actually some kind of hidden device. After passing through it, a hidden world appeared within.

Hidden behind the "wall" was a well-equipped laboratory, where masked staff bustled back and forth, constantly busy. The shadowy figure steadily stepped deeper into the laboratory, turning several corners before finally stopping in front of an unassuming door.

He didn't knock on the door, but walked in casually. The man sitting in front of the laboratory table put down the experimental supplies in his hand, turned around and looked at the man in black who suddenly broke in... If Chris was at the scene, he would definitely recognize this researcher. It was Jim Ming, the family doctor that the Narr couple had found for him.

"Finally?" the man in the white coat said calmly, as if he had expected this person to appear. "I thought you died on the way."

The shadowy figure took off the turban on his head, revealing a face printed on the wanted poster of the Capital Star. It was none other than the space pirate Cerid who had seriously injured Corris at the Vincent Military Academy that day.

Even though he was being hunted all over the city, Cerid remained calm and composed, slowly folding his removed headscarf. "Unfortunately, he's still alive."

"Stop talking nonsense. The situation outside is tense. If you stay here, you will only hurt me." Jim said coldly. He was in no mood to argue with this madman.

"Haha, so heartless..." Cerid chuckled twice. He didn't like dealing with people like Jim. He came here just to fulfill the cooperation agreement. "Your experimental subject has forgotten you. I advise you not to waste your time on him anymore."

Jim frowned slightly. The news brought by Cered was very bad. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to find other ways to replace the experimental product No. 0. Otherwise, the iterative upgrade of Ruilei's new drug would be seriously affected and it would not be possible to deliver to the "customers".

After Sered delivered the message, their deal was officially over: "I'm done, goodbye." He used the headscarf as a scarf, put it around his neck, covering half of his face, and even put on his coat from the other side, taking his camouflage technique to the extreme.

His goal of coming to the capital planet has not been achieved yet, and he is not going to surrender. Now he just needs to wait for the next suitable opportunity to strike back fiercely against Nuhra and his gang... Sered did not give Jim any chance to speak, and left the laboratory mercilessly, leaving no trace, coming and going like the wind.

Jim has always been at odds with crazy and cruel pirates like Sered. If it weren't for a few big clients taking the lead, he would never let his perfect and great project be tainted by this speck of dust.

He pondered for a moment, then pulled up a file on his confidential terminal. An ambiguous smile slowly emerged on his distorted face. "I should have chosen you earlier."

Corris's injuries were quite serious. Although the Empire's medical level was extremely high and his own body recovered quickly, Nuhra still looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

He felt distressed seeing Nuhra running back and forth between the military hospital every day. He told Nuhra several times that he could stay in the hospital alone, but Nuhra refused.

"How can I leave you here?" Nuhra frowned, disapproving. Chris's ward had become his second home, and the cloakroom was filled with Nuhra's clothes.

Seeing that his persuasion was futile, Chris had no choice but to agree to let Nuhra stay. He even asked someone to replace the bed in the suite with a bigger one so that Nuhra could have a good rest here.

With Lowe's permission, Chris was able to walk around the VIP ward suite briefly to relax his muscles. After taking a shower, he stood comfortably on the edge of the terrace, feeling the night breeze alone and gazing at the high-rise buildings flashing neon lights in the distance.

Nuhra came out of the bathroom quietly, walked behind Chris, and held him loosely in her arms, but not holding him tightly, for fear of pressing on Chris's wound.

"What are you thinking about?" Nuhra and Kris looked at the same place, not seeing anything special. Kris smiled and shook his head: "It's pitch black, what can I see clearly?"

Corris turned around within the circle of Nuhra's shoulders, standing face to face with Nuhra, and took the initiative to reach out and hug Nuhra's waist: "There's nothing to see, I might as well chat with you."

Nuhra's eyes were full of Corris, and a gentle smile appeared on his face involuntarily. He kissed Corris's cheek lovingly and pretended to listen attentively.

Coris hadn't really decided what to talk about, but he just wanted to talk to Nuhra, no matter what. Nuhra's face was dim in the night, and Coris subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face: "You've lost weight."

"Really?" Nuhra raised his eyebrows and touched Chris's waist: "You have lost a lot of weight." After Chris came to Nuhra, he ate and drank well, was in a good mood, and had muscles on his body. He looked like a strong and upright tree, full of vitality.

Unexpectedly, after this injury, Chris lost a lot of weight and looked like he was back to the time when he just got married... Nuhra felt really distressed and was already thinking about how to nourish him after he was discharged from the hospital.

Nuhra still remembers that the surveillance camera installed on the Corris terminal suddenly issued an alarm. His heart instantly tightened, and his first reaction was to call Corris' terminal to confirm his safety... When no one answered the call at the terminal, Nuhra's worries became more and more intense.

He immediately ordered Louis to contact the security inside the Vincent Military Academy, but learned a piece of news that he could not accept - Chris disappeared from the surveillance... Nuhra, who was always calm and rational, suddenly felt his blood boiling and even dizzy, but he did not show it. He remained calm and ordered Louis to notify the National Guard and let the Seventh Army's guards be prepared.

Nuhra called the terminal again, and this time the call was connected right after she started. It was Samantha who answered the other end. Her tone was serious, and her usual nonchalant attitude had disappeared without a trace. "There's a fight over there. What's the situation with the Nar family kid now?"

"There's a high probability that they've been kidnapped. I'm now preparing to organize a rescue." Nuhra spoke a little faster than usual. He was now ready to take people to Vincent Military Academy.

"Well," Samantha responded briefly, and then asked, "Are you planning to just go like this? What will you do if those old guys who love to grab land hold you accountable?" Although she and Nuhra were not close friends, they were close colleagues, and she couldn't help but ask with concern.

"No big deal, I don't care." Nuhra's heart is tied to Nuhra's safety, and other things are just clouds. He is not a power-hungry person. If he is really held accountable and demoted for this unauthorized action, he will not mind it as long as Chris is safe.

Samantha was silent for a moment during the conversation, and finally said, "Okay, I'll help you think of a solution." Nohra knew that she had agreed to provide assistance for Nohra's actions... With the special nature of the Royal Guard's expedient actions, Nohra might be able to avoid fierce accountability.

“Thank you, Samantha,” Nohra said sincerely. “I owe you one.”

"Alright, I have to get to work," Samantha said, quickly ending the call. Nuhra didn't wait any longer, changed into combat uniform, and immediately led the assembled guards on a flying vehicle to the military academy.

The military academy finally reacted and sent security to surround the gymnasium and evacuate the students. They did not dare to act rashly and waited for higher-level personnel to come and command the operation.

Nuhra hurried over. The head of the military academy's security department rushed forward to greet him as if he had been granted amnesty. Nuhra waved his hand and took the initiative, not wanting to hear useless words: "Tell me the details."

The person in charge wiped his sweat, swallowed all unnecessary words, and spoke a few key words. Nuhra had a blank expression, nodding occasionally or asking for details.

The person in charge looked around but didn't see anyone Nuhra had brought with him. After thinking it over, he finally plucked up the courage to ask, "General, are you here alone?"

In fact, Nuhra urgently deployed a combat plan on the aircraft, with Louis as the action team leader. As soon as they arrived at the military academy, they began to implement the deployment and each took up their combat position, so they did not appear in front of others.

Nuhra's face was gloomy and intimidating. He didn't directly answer the man's question. "Special Operations, don't ask any more questions. Please be responsible for maintaining order outside."

The person in charge responded tremblingly. He understood Nuhra's meaning and did not dare to meddle in other people's affairs. He received the order and organized his security personnel to do what Nuhra asked.

While Nuhra was negotiating with the person in charge, the soldiers who had sneaked into the training hall earlier reported that they had found the room where Chris and the robber were, but they had no way of knowing the details of the room. The kidnapper was too cunning and had made comprehensive arrangements for the interior of the house in advance.

Anger gathered in Nuhra's eyes, and her fists clenched at her legs. The situation became increasingly tense, and Samantha finally arrived with a fully armed royal guard.

The person in charge of the military academy complained bitterly. He hadn't sent away the previous great god yet, and now another one came... He forced himself to cheer up and came to Samantha, but was pitifully beaten back by Samantha with the same words. He had no choice but to find a place to stay miserably to avoid bad luck.

The guards coordinated with the Seventh Army's operations, scattered throughout the training hall. Samantha walked over to Nuhra and said calmly, "I've found someone who can barely cover us, but don't make things too big."

"Ha," Nuhra sneered, "That's not up to us. The enemy is fully prepared and has a clear goal. We don't know what's going on inside right now."

Samantha was one of the first military personnel to learn of his relationship with Corris. She naturally understood why Nuhra was so anxious. She changed the subject and began discussing a rescue plan. "Do we need to shout to the people inside? I don't think that would be helpful."

Nuhra shook her head and said, "You can give it a try, but don't hold your hopes too high. You'd better be prepared for an attack."

Samantha declined to comment. She came here today just to support Nuhra. How things would go down was not something she could interfere with.

Samantha studied Nuhra's tense face and asked the question that concerned her most at the moment: "You're here today, so your relationship may no longer be a secret... You'll have to confront them head-on later. Are you ready?"

"I've been patient long enough," Nuhra said calmly, but her words carried a powerful force. "If they want to make things worse, I'll stick with them until the end."

"My relationship with Corris will be made public one day... No matter what, I will protect him and won't let what happened today happen again." At the end, Nuhra suppressed her anger and said through gritted teeth.

"Just figure it out," Samantha patted Chris's shoulder. "Time was tight, so I only spoke to An Miya. He didn't say anything after listening to me. I tried my best."

Nuhra sincerely thanked Samantha and made up his mind. After standing there for a long time, Nuhra finally made a move, skillfully adjusting the weapons he was carrying. Samantha quickly realized what he was about to do. She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she just said, "You and he need to get through this well... I won't report on your behalf."

Nuhra let out a short laugh, the corners of her mouth rising and falling. "I will, please, Captain Samantha."

Samantha casually waved her hand to indicate she'd heard. She walked to the center of the command center and took over. "From now on, all communications will be directed to me."

Nuhra put on the micro-communicator and walked resolutely in the opposite direction. He knew someone was waiting for him inside...

Having said that, Chris could finally confirm that before he completely fainted, Nuhra really appeared beside him, and in the end, it was Nuhra who held him covered in blood and rushed to the rescue airship that had been prepared.

Chris never had the chance to find out what happened that day. Now he has the opportunity to learn about the situation from Nuhra's perspective, and finally understands why Nuhra's desire to protect him is unprecedentedly strong.

"Thank you, brother," Corris' eyes were hot. He held Nuhra's thinner and more angular face in his hands. "Thank you for saving me, and thank you for always being by my side."

Corris closed his eyes, holding back the tears that were about to fall, and kissed his lover's familiar warm lips with unprecedented love and surging emotions.

The tough shell that Nuhra had erected to protect Kris slowly melted in the close contact. The hand that was originally loosely protecting Kris slowly tightened and pressed against Kris's back in a possessive posture.

They hadn't been intimate for a while, and they could clearly feel each other's emotional reactions. Chris shyly distanced himself, but Nuhra didn't give him a chance to pull away...

Coris blushed, and seemed to have used up all his courage when he spoke: "Brother, I kind of want to..." He kissed Nuhra from the corner of his lips to his chin, and finally left a long series of kisses on his slender neck.

Nuhra also seemed unable to contain himself, and was distracted by Chris's kiss. However, he still remembered that Chris's injury had not yet healed, so he did not act rashly.

Corris didn't care. His fingertips brushed against Nuhra's body, creating invisible sparks. He leaned over Nuhra's ear and whispered coquettishly, "Brother, I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to be closer to you..."

Nuhra understood what Chris meant, and in fact he was secretly making preparations. However, when Nuhra heard Chris express his desire for him in such a subtle yet bold way, he was rarely panicked for a moment, but Chris seized the opportunity and took a step further.

Nuhra turned his head away, not looking at Chris who was very close to him, his ears were red... Chris reached out and pinched his ears mischievously, enjoying this rare moment of Nuhra's shyness.

Chris didn't want to appear to be forcing Nuhra, so he didn't continue to touch her or say anything. He just hugged Nuhra and enjoyed the touch of their skin.

I don't know how Nuhra finally convinced himself, but he finally took Chris's hand as if he had given up. In his steady pace, one could see a hint of unconcealable eagerness. Chris was also nervous, but he chose to let himself follow Nuhra's pace.

Nuhra laid him down on the bed and began to take off her clothes. Kris also took off his shirt in tacit understanding. Unexpectedly, Nuhra was faster than him. Before Kris finished taking off his pants, Nuhra was already naked and climbed onto the bed nimbly.

Corris's breathing became rapid. This was not the first time he saw Nuhra's body, but his mood at this moment was different from every time before... He wanted to say something, but Nuhra covered his mouth.

Nuhra glanced at Corris, then sat astride him, but didn't sit down completely. She said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move..."

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Taking into account Chris's physical condition, Nuhra firmly rejected Chris's idea of ​​continuing after two rounds. Chris had to agree reluctantly, sticking to Nuhra's back like a tree kangaroo, and they both went to the bathtub to take a bath and wash.

A special nano-repair capsule had been implanted in the area where Kris had been shot in the abdomen, leaving it looking the same as before. A quarter of an hour earlier, Nuhra, with a dazed look on her face, had simply stroked the repaired skin over and over again, her tenderness evident.

The bathtub in the ward bathroom was smaller than the one at home. Chris wanted Nuhra to sit in front of him, but Nuhra disagreed. So Chris changed his position and lay in Nuhra's arms.

Time seemed to slow down in the bathroom, the warm water in the tub stirring up ripples. Kris closed his eyes, seemingly asleep. Nuhra's hands clasped Kris's waist underwater, her wet hair tangled around Kris's shoulders like seaweed.

Corris said lazily, "Brother, what should we do next? Is there any news from the Prime Minister?"

Nuhra couldn't help but laugh. "I thought we were in contention for the most boring couple in the empire. Someone actually talks about work after having sex."

After hearing what he said, Chris also felt that it was a bit boring, but he still said maliciously: "How about we continue? I think the bathtub is also nice..."

Nuhra helplessly left a small tooth mark on Corris's shoulder. After a moment, she said, "Everything is fine, but I must act quickly. The conflict between us has completely intensified. Now it's a race to see who can be quicker and more ruthless."

"As for the military, many people are finding fault with me... My position as a professor at the military academy has also been forcibly suspended." The smile in Nuhra's voice gradually faded. "Your Majesty means that accountability must wait until the dust settles... As for the professor position at the military academy, someone else will be found to replace me. We will make arrangements after this matter is resolved."

Chris never expected that so many things would happen after he was injured. Nuhra was framed by others because of him and had to work hard all the time... Chris didn't know what to say and could only hold Nuhra's hand underwater.

Nuhra sensed Corris's worry and anxiety and comforted him, "It's okay, as long as you are by my side."

"Hmm..." Kris replied softly, then asked, "So, will you still go to the course assessment next week?"

Nuhra's tone was uneven. "No, the new professor is already in place. I'll have Louis help watch over the place... To be honest, I feel a little regretful that I didn't finish this semester well, and I feel guilty towards my students. I hope I'll have the chance to come back next year."

Corris turned around in the cramped space and sat face to face with Nuhra. Half sitting, half standing, he held Nuhra in his arms and joked, "I'll be back to enroll in your class next year and be your teaching assistant."

"Didn't you agree to come to the Seventh Army next year? Could it be that you will split yourself into two?" Nuhra smiled when she heard Corris' promise.

Chris was very confident: "I can do both very well." Nuhra liked to see his arrogant look, and couldn't help pinching Chris's round nose. Chris felt something and leaned forward to kiss Nuhra.

After playing around in the bathtub for a while, Nuhra grabbed Corris's hand, which was waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble, and kissed the back of it: "Stop playing and go back to sleep."

Nuhra stood up first, took Chris's hand, and led him out of the bathtub. They wiped each other's bodies, put on their clothes, and fell into the soft bed together, saying goodnight to each other and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Even in the hospital ward, Chris still felt safe and comfortable. This feeling was brought to him by Nuhra. Before going to bed, he thought about Nuhra's words about speeding up the progress of the operation and vaguely thought about resuming training.

In the morning, Nuhra got up early as usual and went to the military headquarters for a meeting. He had to explain his many violations during the rescue of Chris and the ambiguous relationship between him and Chris.

After waking up and having breakfast, Chris took out his computer and planned to watch the training videos from before his injury, review his achievements over the past six months, and then find a chance to test the waters with his attending physician, Dr. Lowe. He just didn't know if it would be Lowe who would be making rounds today...

Fortunately, Lovi showed up today during the usual ward rounds. He looked very energetic and decisive. He stared at the holographic screen in front of him while walking quickly to the bedside of Chris.

"Well... he's recovering well. I think he'll be discharged next week." Lovi carefully compared Chris's physical monitoring data and finally gave a discharge date.

Chris quickly took the opportunity to ask, "Dr. Luo, when can I resume training?"

Lovi gave him an inscrutable look and said, "That depends on whether Nuhra is willing to let you participate in training again. My suggestion is that you can start to slowly increase your strength after you are discharged from the hospital."

With Lowe's words, Kris finally felt relieved. He might miss the training assessment, but he still had a chance to continue participating in the black market investigation plan! However, Lowe's words had another meaning—if Nuhra didn't want to, Kris wouldn't be able to participate in the operation either... Thinking of this, his joy was slightly diluted by a swirling stream of thoughts.

"Thank you, Dr. Luo, for your trouble." Chris did not forget to thank Lovey. Lovey had taken great care of him during his hospitalization.

"You're welcome. It's just my job." Lovi didn't pay much attention to these words. He had a good impression of Corris. "I will report your situation to Nuhra truthfully."

Knowing that Lowe would mention resuming training, Chris thanked him profusely. Seeing that everything was fine with Lowe, he hurried off to go elsewhere.

Today might be a special day. After lunch, Chris wanted to take a nap, but he suddenly learned that Prime Minister Amiya and Samantha would come to visit him in the afternoon... Now, Chris couldn't fall asleep at all, so he had to order the housekeeper to hurry up and clean the room and prepare some snacks.

When Corris recalled the scene of his first meeting with Amiya, it was truly a painful memory. He only remembered that Amiya's personality was not very enthusiastic and his style of doing things was cold. There had always been rumors on the capital star that Amiya was a cold-faced prime minister.

In fact, this kind of person is often the type that Chris is most afraid of dealing with. But now that things have come to this, he can only respond to each move as it comes. However, with Samantha by his side, Chris prays that the situation will not be too awkward.

In the afternoon, Amiya and Samantha arrived on time, bringing a wealth of gifts to show their care and attention to Chris. Chris was flattered and just wanted to get out of bed to express his gratitude, but Samantha pushed him back: "Okay, we don't mean to torture the patient."

An Mia smiled lightly and asked with concern: "Chris, are you feeling okay now?" This was the first time that Chris had come into close contact with the prime minister. His facial features were handsome and delicate, and he was naturally noble. When he smiled, there were subtle traces of the passage of time in the corners of his eyes, which just added to his affinity as a politician should have.

Kris relaxed a little, recounting everything Lovi had said during his morning rounds. An Mia's expression betrayed no trace of his attitude. She gently told Kris to take care of himself, then naturally changed the subject. "We had a quick encounter at the military headquarters last time, so we didn't have much of a chance to see each other again."

As the fourth person present at the time, Samantha chose to remain silent, sitting quietly on the reception sofa a little further away, flipping through the latest issue of the current affairs magazine.

Kris forced a polite smile and racked his brains to come up with a polite remark: "Thank you for your concern. You are usually busy with work, so I dare not disturb you without permission."

An Miya was already used to hearing such polite remarks, so she didn't respond and continued to talk about the meeting at the military headquarters. "At that time, I told you that if you needed help, you could come to the Imperial Government Council and seek my help... I didn't expect you to suffer such an injury and I was unable to help."

Corris had long known that favors from the Imperial Chancellor were not easy to accept... But now that things had come to this, and the other party had come to him, Corris had to give him face and solemnly stated: "You are too serious. This time, I was attacked by bandits without knowing it, and fortunately I was rescued... As an Imperial soldier, I have always wanted to contribute my strength to the cause of the Empire. I will definitely cooperate fully with the investigation of this incident!"

Last night, Nuhra told Corris that his current position in the military remained stable, secured by the Emperor's personal order. The only person in the entire empire who could persuade the Emperor to express his opinion was the Prime Minister, Amiya. Morally and logically, Corris should join Nuhra in repaying this favor.

An Miya nodded with relief. He has always been caring towards young people and gave Chris a reassurance: "The most important thing for you right now is to take good care of your health... If you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to contact this number." As he said that, he gently placed a small holographic business card on the bedside table. Chris guessed that the terminal number should be An Miya's secretary.

Coles understood that An Mia wanted him to continue to assist Rui Leisi's investigation, and the reward was an opportunity. As long as Coles came to him, An Mia would help.

The "gift" was substantial enough that even Chris was a little nervous. He immediately stood up, finished it, and quickly expressed his gratitude.

Amiya waved her hand gracefully, signaling him not to be so reserved. "Your Majesty and I have witnessed Admiral Nuhra's contributions to the Empire over the years... Some in the military have been complacent for too long and have long lost sight of the severity of the situation. The disturbances stirred up by some now are only temporary."

Corris was completely relieved. With Amiya's words, Nuhra should be able to land smoothly... He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't look so nervous anymore.

An Mia knew that her own pressure was hard to conceal, so she had no intention of staying for long. She asked a few more questions about Chris's studies and daily life, then mentioned that she had to go back to deal with work and prepared to leave.

Samantha, who always loved to joke around, remained silent throughout the whole process. She only stood up after Amiya said she was leaving. But before she walked out the door, she turned around and winked slyly at Chris.

It was not until An Mia and Samantha left for a long time that Chris came to his senses and found that his back was covered in cold sweat... There were indeed many tough guys in the upper echelons of the empire, and he was just a small shrimp who accidentally entered the scene of the fight.

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