Chapter 194 Capital Alliance Zerg Tribe: Lawyer’s Letter!!! (Heart-wrenching

@Fit: […

I quickly rushed to the university villa area, in a wolf-like manner.

I hadn't had much rest for a month, and extreme fatigue and a gloomy feeling were running through my mind, which caused me to crash three cars on the way to the university villa.

I was in a bad state, and I knew it was bad. Bad mental states can screw up any decision, and they corrode kindness and love as easily as strong acid dissolves meat.

I should have rested for a day or a few hours to get myself in a good mental state, then invited him to sit in a garden or lakeside hall with artificial sunlight and a suitable temperature, slowly expressed my thoughts, put forward the good and bad choices, and used words to induce him to choose the result I wanted.

Just like I used to stare at the students of the majors during my further studies, I hunted with great energy.

Over the years, I have used similar methods to get many opportunities and destroy many insects. I am so good at it that it seems like instinct.

But that day, I suddenly forgot the "instinct" that I had carefully cultivated for more than ten years. I forgot how to weave a web, and let my pounding heart drive my limbs to run straight to the dormitory area of ​​the university.

…[Author’s note: Mr. Bayliss fell silent for a moment.]

Or maybe it is the childhood hidden deep in my memory that dominates my reason.

"He" encouraged me to run faster, faster, to run through the mistakes and hesitations you have made, to run through the strange 30 years between you and Monesa, faster, faster, to be like when I was 16 years old, to overcome all obstacles and go to see Monesa.

Hmm? What happened between me and Monesa in the past? Haha, impatient scholar, you have to follow my steps. 1.39494631 made TXT

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When I got out of the car, my breathing was disordered, my forehead was covered with sweat, my hair was wet, and the nameplate on my uniform had fallen into some wrecked car.

I briefly dealt with the image issue, sent a message to Monet on the smart ring, and did not rush forward to ring the doorbell.

His guardian quickly came out to open the door and led me to Monesha.

I met Monesha in the living room of the villa.

The first time I saw him, my anxious heart suddenly cooled down a little.

Monesha was still wearing the graduate student uniform provided by the school, which had three layers inside and three layers outside. Her dark red curly hair was neatly combed, and she wore a graduate student badge representing her surname on her chest. A pass to enter and exit the school district hung around her neck. The tea table in the reception hall was filled with the most standard tea and snacks for guests.

The old image of Young Master Ross was almost invisible.

But his appearance at that moment still struck me instantly, making me feel thirsty like never before.

The uniform of the graduate students in the university is starched and straight, with the cuffs, collar, and shoulders as sharp as a ruler. The starched uniform shapes his slender body contours, but Monesa has fluffy and soft dark red hair, round ears and nose, and a lip bead on his beautifully shaped kissing lips.

The lines on his body are both sharp and soft at the same time. He sits there like a golden spiral formula, beautiful like a work of art.

What? Lost your mind?

Haha, it could also be that I crashed three cars while racing, and the amount of exercise during the race made my throat physiologically thirsty for water. Health science shows that insects need to drink more than 10 glasses of water a day. Lack of water will make insects depressed and sleepy. It's not strange to have some strange thoughts.

Then, I quickly realized that bringing up the past and memories to keep Monesha would not work at all. It would only anger him instead.

His last application for a visit outside the area was yesterday. My assistant told him that I was working in the closed area, and today I personally visited him. The meaning was clear, and I came to see him as soon as I finished work. This action itself was a serious signal of goodwill.

But Monesha still kept a social distance and treated me the same way as other scholars and researchers. This behavior was a silent refusal to show goodwill.

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What? Why should I be sad about this?

Haha, only losers will feel sad and powerless.

I am not a loser. Memories and old feelings are not the only means I can use to stop Monesa.

Memories and old feelings are the gentlest of all my means.

When I realized that emotional tactics wouldn't work on Monesha, I immediately changed my rhetoric.

After I sat down, I got straight to the point and said, "Instead of marrying into those families who are eyeing Ross's technology as their ultimate goal, why don't you consider licensing Ross's technology to the Sybil Project for fifty years? The license can be revoked after fifty years, and Ross's technology can still bear the name of Ross. But if you marry into those families who say sweet words, and together give birth to offspring with Ross blood and other blood, after 50 years or after you die, Ross's technology will be incorporated into the private property of your descendants, and eventually become the nourishment of the family you choose to marry into."

At that time, I was really too tired, so tired that my ears were ringing. A younger voice rang softly in my ears. It was the voice of my own youth. The young Belis said to me: Stop, don't say anymore.

Monesha's expression didn't change at all. She raised her hand lightly to stop the guardian with a bad expression.

He took a sip of tea and said calmly, "The Sibyl Project is very famous. But since the birth of this set of formulas, in the past five years, the Eye of Sibyl has only been upgraded to the third generation, and the accuracy rate of detecting aliens has always stopped at 15%. If this was developed by the Privateer Family, there would be no problem with the progress of this scientific research. But the one who developed and researched Sibyl was Prometheus, which gathered the technology of 60 residential areas. This progress can only be described as slow and without any progress."

Monessa mercilessly pointed out the details hidden in my words: "If the Sibyl Project has no results in fifty years, the license of Ross Technology will be automatically extended. If there is no result in a hundred years, the license of Ross Technology will be withheld by Prometheus for a century. I won't live that long, Belis Luo, what is the difference between your behavior and theirs?"

Monesha understood me as well as I understood his micro-expressions. He tore off my temptation like tearing off the candy wrapper. He stared at me, and the pupils of his red pupils showed a tendency to lengthen.

Monesha repeated word by word: "What is the difference between you and them?"

Stop talking, stop, think before you speak, stop talking, Belis. This was the voice of adolescence that echoed softly in my sleepy and exhausted mind at that time, echoing sadly and softly: Monesha is very tense, stop talking.

But at that time, I had only one thought: I wanted Monesa to stay, I wanted Monesa to refuse to meet with those families that were trying to form an alliance with me, and I wanted Monesa to come to me willingly.

In my heart, I said to the useless voice that warned me: Only interests are the best restraints.

I stared at his neatly collared neck, smiled, and said lightly, "Of course I am different from them. At least I don't want to form a family with you and rely on time-consuming and inefficient emotional entanglement to snatch the inheritance from you."

"From what you said before, it seems that you have also learned about the terms of the technology investment project." I put on a hypocritical and intimate attitude, and the ferocious instinct that I had developed over the past decade came back.

In the past, I would treat my political enemies and competitors with a hypocritical and overly friendly smile, biting at their interests just as they bit at mine.

But at that time, I had no one to bite. The person sitting in front of me was Monesha, who looked at me coldly. I put on my battle robe involuntarily.

I said, I can decide to delete the automatic extension period of the technology investment authorization. Oh, dear, don't be surprised. The authorization letter and the rules have always been the plasticine of those in power. What shape they can be molded into depends on the mood of those in power and a few insignificant loopholes.

I used hypocritical social terms to call Monesa the cheap title of dear, smiled and spit out my black snake tongue at him, coldly revealing the filth behind the world that his parents had hidden for him.

"To cancel an automatic extension authorization regulation, you must create a new contract regulation to supplement it. Let me put it simply. You authorize Ross Technology to the Sibyl Project for 50 years, and you are not allowed to release any new technology under the Ross name during this period. During the 50 years, any new progress made by Ross Technology in assisting the Sibyl Project cannot be attributed to Ross's name."

To put it simply, I froze Ross technology in the Sibyl project. If other families want to take action on Ross technology, they must first resolve the Sibyl Eye project, which is the most important to the Alliance.

"The crystal wall case in the 17th habitable star zone, my scientific academy will solve it for you."

Stop it. My brain was buzzing, and the voice of my youth was trembling, begging me to stop it.

And my response to it was that I had to finish it, this was the only way I could leave behind Monesha 30 years later.

I want to make him believe that I have no heart.

I want him to think that all my kindness and affection have a price to pay, and that I take care of him and send him ambiguous signals all for my own benefit.

Then, I told him and taught him that in this real world, profit is the only constant.

And I, who was discussing the distribution of benefits with him, was the comrade-in-arms who was least likely to betray him in this world.

I smiled and looked at the expressionless Monesa, my speech speed and heartbeat getting faster and faster: "During the 50 years when Ross technology was frozen, you can choose one or several graduate students, scholars or researchers from remote star regions to marry. Being from remote star regions means that most of them are alone. Give birth to offspring with them, bring the offspring with you, give them the Ross surname, and raise them to be a complete Ross."

"Even if you make a mistake and choose the wrong person to marry, just kill him and choose again. Prometheus is the most shining technological gem on the crown of the Alliance, and its source of new people is endless, just like the endless waves of the sea."

"You can find all the solutions to your current troubles here." I said kindly and maliciously, "Monesha, this is the difference between me and those family parasites who use sweet words to pull you."

"They want to seize Ross's technology, and they also see you as a valuable snack, and want to devour Ross and you. But I will at least give you a chance to breathe and revive Ross for the sake of our past friendship."

I assumed a posture more familiar to Monesa. "Try to survive for fifty years, Monesa. You will find that your current predicament is nothing more than a dam made of sand, which will crumble at the first step."

Monesha looked at me, but I couldn't see any emotion in his red eyes. He was not here.

What? Oh, it's just a literary metaphor. (Laughter

What I mean is that when I laid out my interests before him and tried to retain him with generosity and hypocrisy, the last bit of emotion in Monesha that I could observe with my naked eyes disappeared.

Monesha is gone.

The person sitting in front of me is the last heir of the Ross family, Mr. Ross.

The teenage voice in my head gasped suddenly, as if someone had hit it in the throat, causing it to sob silently as if its lungs had been punctured.

It said, you have destroyed everything and Monesha will never come out again.

My heart trembled, but I still insisted on saying to the childish voice in my heart, which was only swept away by emotions and became cowardly due to too much love, I succeeded.

"A very tempting speech." Monesa smiled a smile that was almost identical to mine, and for the first time after our reunion, she took the initiative to mention our past.

He said: "How sweet! This is the Belis Rowe I know, hypocritical, dirty, and abusive to achieve his goals."

Look. I told the extremely tired teenager in my mind that I had managed to keep him.

He is not leaving.

He won't turn around and leave for the next 50 years.

The young man's voice in my tired mind stopped talking, and he disappeared along with Monesa's emotions.

I extended my hand and said to Monesha, it’s a pleasure to work with you.

Monesha reached out her hand and just lightly touched my fingertips before leaving immediately.]

[I now doubt the material provided by the real Belis Rowe. I just want to ask if it is legal? ]

[Fate's new article simply smears the image of the Capital Alliance Zerg Clan! What do you think when you see it! ! We are not all those old bastards from the main star! Fate, you are insulting our reputation! ] [Why do you lose your sincerity when you write about the Capital Alliance Zerg Clan as the protagonist! ]

[Isn’t this true? Belis sincerely deceived Mr. Monetsha! ]

[Fast forward! The lawyer’s letter of warning will appear in the next second! ]

What insult? Tell me what you did?

@Fit: […

Hmm? Are you surprised by Monesa's choice?

Oh, that's right. I tried to be friendly and look ugly, but he didn't even look at me.

On the contrary, it was a bit strange that he chose to believe me when I revealed my darker methods and only cared about interests without mercy.

But, there's nothing strange about it.

After all, my initial meeting, companionship, and acquaintance with Monesa were based on the exchange of interests.

Hmm? Yes, I was right. Monesa and I did meet in childhood.

However, I was in the cage and he was outside.

He spent a thousand gold roubles to take me out of the cage and keep me by his side.

Haha, do you think the puppy I mentioned at the beginning was just a metaphor?

No. (Laughs)

He was not only my teacher of technology, but also my teacher of many common sense things. For the little Monesa, adopting a caged dog was just an unintentional interest.

He raised me as if he was playing a game of house, acting seriously as my teacher, my brother, and my elder, satisfying his imagination that was not accessible in his childhood.

Huh? Humiliation? How is this humiliating?

Haha, surprised? I thought that the fact that I was a descendant of the defeated remnants of the old rebellion had already been written into the Starnet Wiki? Otherwise, how could I say that my childhood was very controversial?

My family died out before I was born.

All the adult Zerg members in the family were sent to the execution ground and beheaded, but the young ones in the egg-hatching state were left a chance to live.

Haha, yes. According to the laws of the old times, the eggs stored in the hospital by the defeated family should also be destroyed to intimidate and frighten the Zerg who are completely deceived by ambition and greed - respect the law and rules, otherwise, the bloodline will eventually disappear completely in the long river of history.

However, the newly formed United League did not enforce this warning decree. They abolished the tribal bloodline collective responsibility law and only punished the defeated flag bearers who committed the crime that year.

At the same time,…

What? Oh, okay, okay, I will be careful not to always overstate the information written in the encyclopedia. Please forgive an old man in his declining years. It is their normal state to be long-winded and reminisce about the past. …]

Comment area barrage: [Don't label the normal declining Zerg as such! ] [It's not a mistake, this Bayliss...actually doesn't want to be interviewed by the author about his story with you, right? ]

[He kept talking nonsense, and my Capital Alliance bug ptsd went off. I was instantly back to the moment when I was in a meeting with the Capital Alliance bugs to negotiate a project price. I can't stand it. Why can't I be blocked by the virtual Capital Alliance bugs when I go online to smoke? 】

[I was personally taught and raised by you...][I saw you were married at the beginning...]

[Fate, you must have been reading the gossip that the Capital Alliance used to slander you a while ago... You have developed an incredible setting...]

[In the story, you, the Capital Alliance Insect Tribe, will force us to live close to you, right? 】

[Has anyone found the real Belis Luo yet?] [As expected of the Capital Alliance Technology School, its anti-black capabilities are really strong.]

@Fite: […

I acted like he was most familiar with, driven only by profit and pursuing only profit.

Of course Monesha would believe this.

When I was young, I was greedy, vain, treacherous, and only cared about profit.

I once betrayed him for the sake of profit.

Amid all these sudden changes, my former appearance was the only thing that was familiar to Monesa.

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How sad that after all the catastrophe, these are the last things Monesa can trust and choose.]

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"Teacher Shi, here's the latest news." The system reminded Shi Cunjin in his ear, "I have been monitoring the Capital Alliance's network. The privateer starport of the Jian Ning family has opened, and the fleet for the head of the family to travel is being prepared! I tried to hack into the network of the Jian Ning starship, but only two-fifths of the public areas can be hacked into. The remaining three-fifths are equipped with strict firewalls, and I need some time to crack them."

Shi Cunjin stopped typing again. This time he said directly to the system, "Send the information you observed as an email."

There is a super hexagon warrior lying behind him now. If he stares blankly too often, it will easily arouse suspicion.

The system will quickly prepare the report email.

Shi Cunjin clicked on the quick read and frowned: Fran Janeen's fleet is not only armed, but also has a fleet from the capital alliance's science city, Hephis.

Why would he go out when the monster tide was overwhelming? And bring the Science City team with him? Could it be that because I left him alone for too long, he couldn't wait and came to visit me directly with the motherboard that killed Ai? Is the situation of the Janening family really that bad?

"Jian Ning." A voice colder than any other time before sounded behind Shi Cunjin.

Anushka: "During the time of the monster tide, he launched a fleet to travel across regions? He came to you specifically?"

Specialized? Shi Cunjin thought of the AI ​​collaboration that Fran Jane mentioned, which was right.

Shi Cunjin nodded and was about to speak when Anushka spoke first again.

"He once wooed your Fit account on StarNet," Anushka said coldly. "Why, is he going to propose to you this time too?"

"Ah!" The system screamed in Shi Cunjin's mind, "It's all because of Hong Taoxin's nonsense!"

Shi Cunjin: ...

It's absolutely impossible.

Shi Cunjin tapped the keyboard twice, deciding to end tonight's live broadcast as soon as possible.

To make it clear later, the next card to be cracked is Fran Janeen.