Chapter 27 Interstellar 3

Three years later -

in a luxuriously decorated private room.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes lies on a comfortable chair, hugging women on both sides, enjoying the pleasure of having a beautiful woman in his arms.

The woman leans on the man's chest softly, her bright red nails sliding on the man's chest, ambiguous and erotic.

The man grabs the woman's hand, eager to press his thick lips on the seductive red lips.

A breeze blows by, and the floor-length black velvet curtains sway.

A tiny red dot falls on the man's forehead.

"Bang——"

blood splatters.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh——"

"Someone's dead!!!"

With a shrill scream, the young man with long golden hair neatly dismantles the sniper rifle in his hand, pulls down the brim of his hat, and leaves slowly, leaving a mess behind.

Walking into the familiar little bar, there was still the bartender wiping the goblets and the people chatting and drinking, just like three years ago.

"Has the mission been completed?" Emil looked up at the person who came.

Although it was a question, there was not much doubt in it, just a routine question.

After all, the one in front of him was the dark horse that suddenly appeared three years ago, with a mission completion rate of 100%.

No, it should be called a falconer, a docile animal like a horse is not suitable to describe him.

Emil thought aimlessly until the blond young man stood in front of him, and the sound of his fingers tapping on the glass cabinet brought him back to his thoughts.

"The news I want?"

Emil sighed, "D, it's not easy to get news about the admiral. Since he was seriously injured, he has been strictly protected by the Federation, and the news is almost blocked..."

I don't know why D is so persistent about the admiral. He would ask this question every time he completed a mission in the past three years. Is there a grudge?

Just when I thought of this, a gentle voice interrupted, "D, do you have a grudge against Anatole?"

"Tell me about it?"

For someone in this line of work, if he is so persistent in finding out about a person, he is most likely trying to get rid of him.

"No." Darien answered coldly, without explaining the doubts to the two curious people.

"I heard that Anatole was seriously injured and fell into a deep coma three years ago. Now the Fifth Army is temporarily managed by his adjutant Yuri, but..."

Ellie held up her chin, her eyes full of interest, "But the Fifth Army will not be in Anatole's hands for much longer."

As an important army in the hands of the Federation, it is impossible for it to be unattended for a long time.

It has been retained in the hands of the Admiral for three years partly because of jealousy of Anatole's power, and partly because of the loyalty of the Fifth Army to Anatole.

But these three years are enough for the top federation to take back control of the army.

Ellie is not interested in the power struggles and intrigues among the top executives. These are just some idle talks she heard in the bar when she was bored.

On the contrary, it was this mysterious Mr. D that made her more interested.

Since D was so concerned about Anatole, Ellie didn't mind talking to him.

"By the way, I also heard..."

"Ding ding ding..."

The communicator on Darien's wrist rang, interrupting Ellie's words.

"Mr. D," it was Lei, the voice of the wanderer at that time, "Young Master Wade has woken up and is clamoring to see you."

The young man's cold eyebrows softened, and the corners of his mouth, which were usually tightly pursed, also slightly raised. His calm eyes showed a hint of tenderness, as if the iceberg on the mountain had melted.

"I'll be right back."

As soon as the words fell, Ellie teased with a teasing look on her face, "Is it your little prince again?"

"Hey, I really don't know who is so charming that he can get the favor of our famous 'Falcon'?"

Ellie knew about the existence of Little Wade, mainly because every time Darien received a call about Little Wade, his change was too eye-catching, making Ellie and others very curious.

After "harassing" the cold-faced evil spirit for two years, they finally pried out a little information from him.

Wade was protected too strictly by Darien, and Little Wade was indeed very cute and likable, so Ellie nicknamed Little Wade "Little Prince".

The mercenaries familiar with Darien all assumed that this was the child of Darien and an unknown Omega who had a one-night stand.

No matter how others thought, Darien remained unmoved and never let Darien come into contact with the dark side of society - even though this place was almost completely invaded by darkness.

Darien didn't want to say much and went up to the second floor.

There was a room belonging to him, where weapons and clothes were placed.

After killing the target, although he sometimes used a sniper rifle and had no contact with blood, Darien still kept the habit of taking a bath and changing clothes. It all started

when he accidentally stained his shirt with a few drops of blood after he shot his target in the head. He hurried home and just as he picked up the crying little Wade, he heard the kid complaining about the unpleasant smell on him.

Darien has since developed this habit.

After packing up, Darien got on the modified Harley and drove towards home.

The dark body of the motorcycle exudes the luster of metal products, with smooth lines, a sense of technology and modernity. It shuttles quickly through the alleys like an eagle spreading its wings, sharp and dangerous. The

cool Harley motorcycle swung its tail neatly and stopped in front of a villa.

After his pupils unlocked, Darien walked into the gate. As soon as he opened the small wooden door in front of him, a black head hit his arms like a cannonball.

"Dad!"

Darien had to bend down, put his hands under the kid's armpits, and picked up the tiny child.

Little Wade blinked his watery green eyes, staring at the same green eyes.

"I heard you were crying again?" Darien pinched the kid's round cheeks, "Don't they say that a real man won't cry again?"

"But..."

The child opened his red eyes wide, "I dreamed that my father abandoned me... Is it because I am not a good child, I can only cry..."

"Dreams are the opposite. Dad loves little Wade the most. How could he abandon you? Right?"

Taking the tissue handed by Lei, Darien wiped the tears on little Wade's face, circled the child, and patted his back gently to comfort him.

"Dad, where is my mother?"

The child watched an animated film a few days ago. There were three families in it, including father, mother and children. "Other children on TV have mothers."

"Why doesn't my mother want me anymore..." The child pouted, and his eyes, mouth and nose began to turn red. He was very aggrieved.

Jun·Time Management Bureau's all-round talent appeared indifferent cool brother·photo·Zero experience in taking care of children·Flow: "..."

How should I say it.

In fact, you don’t have a mother or a father. You were abandoned by your own mother?

If this was said out loud, Jun Zhaoliu would probably wake up in the middle of the night and slap himself hard: Damn it.

In the past three years, Jun Zhaoliu has experienced the joy of being a nanny, and strives to give his children a good childhood, but now he has encountered a problem.

With his brain working at high speed, Jun Zhaoliu thought about it and decided to use the method of deception.

"Your mother is a hero, but heroes can also be injured, right?"

Little Wade nodded his head heavily to show his agreement: "Yes! Just like Superman can also be injured."

"Mom is injured and fell asleep temporarily, so Mom can't be with Little Wade now."

Jun Zhaoliu reached out and rubbed the little cub's furry head.

"Oh..." The child looked a little disappointed, but then cheered up again.

"I know! Mom is like the princess in Sleeping Beauty, waiting for a dad who is like a prince to kiss her awake!"

"Uh..." Jun Zhaoliu twitched his lips and chose to lie:

"Yes, so Dad will find Mom back."

That's not wrong, right

? Sorry, another vest!

"Great!"

...

Jun Zhaoliu has been controlling the vest of Darien for three years, and little Wade has grown from a small bean sprout to a white and tender little ball.

After working in the mercenary group for three years, the name "Falcon" is also well-known in the industry. Now he is waiting for news from another vest so that he can take action.

Jun Zhaoliu touched his neck and felt the obvious bulge on the skin on the side of his neck.

In the past few years, except for the fa/qing/ period, Jun Zhaoliu has used barrier patches to block the smell of pheromones.

From the outside, Darien, who is 1.8 meters tall and has a long leg and explosive combat power, does not conform to the traditional sense of Omega.

Therefore, everyone regards him as an excellent Beta, or an Alpha who hides his smell.

Now the appearance of Jun Zhaoliu has completely changed the world line, but at least this change is allowed by the world consciousness, otherwise he would have been expelled from this world long ago. After all,

as the protagonist of the child of the world, he is now well taken care of by Jun Zhaoliu, and he has not caused any major events that endanger the world.

Someone is helping to take care of the child, and the world consciousness is too happy to have time, and it is estimated that it is now happy with other world consciousnesses.

Jun Zhaoliu calculated carefully in his heart.

Another vest should also be put on the agenda.

Jun Teiryu: Xiaoyi, what's the situation with Anatole now?

Whether it's the Federation or the Empire, I guess they can't wait any longer, right?

The Fifth Legion is now a hot commodity in the eyes of the public, exuding an alluring aroma, and the beasts hidden in the dark have already shown their fangs.

As a high-level artificial intelligence, 001 is also like a fish in water in the network of this interstellar world. Through the ubiquitous electronic equipment, it quickly obtained the information it wanted:

"The Federation's top leaders have requested that Admiral Anatole be transferred to the capital planet Bryca, and the time is tentatively scheduled to be three days later."

After being injured, Anatole has been recuperating on the Ackerman planet where the Fifth Legion is stationed.

Ackerman belongs to the third galaxy.

Unlike other planets in the third galaxy, Ackerman stands out from the crowd of garbage stars due to its rich mineral resources, and has become a place of contention between the Empire and the Federation.

Four years ago, Anatole led the Fifth Army to obtain the ownership of Ackerman, and the Fifth Army has been stationed here for a long time.

As a general of the Federation, Anatole has not only fought against his old rival, the Empire, but also against pirates who came to harass him. He has offended many people.

"This time Anatole was sent back to the capital star, and he must be in danger!"

At this time, in a military camp in Ackerman, an officer with gray-blue eyes sat back in a chair and came to the same conclusion as Jun Zhaoliu.