Chapter 30 Interstellar 6

One danger has been resolved, so the next thing is...

Jun Zhaoliu took a step closer to his other body.

Yuri, who was still out of the situation, took a step forward vigilantly, fearing that Jun Zhaoliu would do something dangerous.

Jun Zhaoliu: Is the vest connection not ready yet?

001: Host, don't worry, it's already 50%.

001: Host, do you want to contact it a little more and see if you can speed it up?

A few minutes ago, Jun Zhaoliu took advantage of the chaotic moment when Unimos was shooting, and secretly touched his own admiral, and successfully connected to this sleeping standby body. Unexpectedly, the system couldn't load for a long time. Jun Zhaoliu, who had just uttered the violent words "I want his life", was standing there a little embarrassed, staring at his dear adjutant.

Yuri, who was looking at his own admiral with a heavy heart, watched the strange mercenary soldier approaching closer and closer until he was only a fist away from the admiral. A hand stretched out from the wide black robe and gently touched the admiral's pale face.

The black robe covered most of his expression, so Yuri couldn't see clearly, but he felt a special atmosphere from the gentle movements of the black-robed man.

At this moment, the two seemed to have an inseparable connection, just like fish returning to the sea, seedlings taking root in fertile soil, and birds returning to the blue sky. They became one.

"Anatole..."

It was like a sigh falling into his ears.

The originally quiet infirmary was broken by a shrill alarm. Accompanied by the sharp alarm and the flashing red light, several uninvited guests broke in and attacked Anatole with a clear purpose.

The star pirates left, and the Empire came again.

Yuri picked up the fallen pistol and fought with the enemy.

Jun Zhaoliu stepped forward and stood in front of the nutrient warehouse, acting as a guard for his body with due diligence.

Throwing away the pistol with no bullets, Yuri quickly pulled out the dagger tied to his leg and stabbed it into the enemy's neck.

This time, the Empire was determined to eliminate the Federation admiral who was regarded as a thorn in the side of the enemy, and sent out well-trained elite troops.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yuri soon felt dizzy from the blood loss, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Admiral, if you don't wake up, we will all die here.

In a trance, Yuri suddenly caught a glimpse of the enemy hiding in the dark, swinging a knife and about to chop at the man in black robe.

Even if he had thousands of doubts in his heart, this mysterious man was obviously on his side at this time, and Yuri could not watch him get hurt.

Yuri widened his eyes and tried his best to move his lips, but he only uttered such a barely audible sentence:

"...Be careful!"

It was too late.

"Zheng--"

In an instant, a dagger flew from the side and broke through the air, knocking the sneak attack to the ground with a mournful sound.

Yuri turned his head stiffly and looked at the source of the dagger.

The man with black hair and black eyes supported one hand on the side of the nutrient warehouse, and kept a throwing motion with the other hand.

Although his face was pale and the violent movement caused a continuous pain in his chest, Anatole maintained the cold expression on his face, turned over neatly and landed on the ground, and his boots landed lightly on the metal floor, making a slight knocking sound.

After moving his wrists left and right, Anatole did not waste any words. He kicked up the dagger that happened to fall to his side with his toes, grabbed it with one hand, lowered his body, and joined the fight between Yuri and Darien.

With the addition of Anatole's powerful fighting force, the situation instantly became easier. Yuri was thinking about other things while fighting the enemy.

Is the admiral's body healed? Are there any internal injuries or sequelae?

What is the purpose of this mercenary beside him? Will the "Falcon" who is famous for assassination accept the protection mission? But apart from the admiral's own Fifth Legion, who else will protect the admiral?

As Anatole's adjutant, Yuri has been following the admiral for many years. He has seen the admiral offend all kinds of forces with his handsome face that is very socially advantageous. Although it

is quite satisfying to see those hypocritical and malicious people being bullied by the admiral.

Anatole has never been a submissive person, and he never likes to be hypocritical and flattering with those senior officials. All the achievements and merits he has made now are all achieved by climbing up step by step. He finally

cultivated a legion of his own, but after being seriously injured and unconscious on the battlefield, he was coveted by others, who were eager to swallow this piece of fat meat.

They wanted to finish this delicious pie in one breath, not afraid of dying.

While Yuri was thinking, the enemies soon fell at the feet of the three men.

"Admiral, you finally--" woke up.

Before he finished speaking, Yuri, who was about to rush to Anatole's side to check his body, saw Anatole spitting out a pool of blood with a cold face and expressionless face.

The remaining blood flowed from the corners of his mouth to his chin, dripping onto the silver-white floor, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling.

"Admiral!!!"

Yuri hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support the admiral.

But someone was faster than him. The blond young man flashed to Anatole's side and supported Anatole's shoulder with one hand.

The young man's expression did not change much, but Yuri, with his many years of experience in reading his own admiral's expression, saw that his slightly wrinkled brows and the corners of his mouth that were turned down a few degrees showed that he was worried.

Could this be someone the admiral knew?

"Who... are you?"

The admiral slowly turned his head and stared at the blond young man beside him. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he could not remember anything about him.

The arm that was holding Anatole stiffened, and Darien's originally worried expression had a slight change, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc.

"Who am I? Who am I?"

Anatole had been very calm since he woke up. One reason was that he was cold, and the other was that all the memories in his mind seemed to be covered by a layer of fog. It seemed to be right in front of him, but it was futile to reach out and he couldn't catch anything.

When he heard the voice, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. His heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and a tingling and numb feeling jumped into his heart. Anatole's breathing trembled slightly, and an unspeakable sour feeling spread from his heart to his eyes.

"Tick-tock..."

Tears silently slid down his cheeks.

Darien's already heavy heart trembled with the tears. He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Ah?"

Even Yuri was confused now.

Oh my God! This is the first time I see the admiral crying!

"Admiral, look who I am?"

Yuri hurried to Anatole and pointed his finger at his face.

Anatole slowly turned his head again, without blinking, his black eyes staring at Yuri's face, and asked the question in cooperation.

"Who are you again?"

Yuri... Yuri was already broken.

Admiral, what's wrong with you? !

The doctor didn't say that you had a brain injury!

Looking at Darien, who had a gloomy face beside the admiral, Yuri was afraid that Anatole would be unhappy if he stayed any longer, so he quickly called a doctor to check the admiral's body.

He was vomiting blood and losing his memory. Why are you so miserable, Admiral? Why am I so miserable?

Darien stood aside with a dark aura, silently watching a group of people rushing into the already beaten and dilapidated medical room. The originally spacious room seemed to become crowded.

Yuri knew that he could not help much if he went over, so he simply left everything to these professional medical staff and stepped aside to stand with Darien in the corner.

"I'm Admiral Anatole's adjutant Yuri, who are you?"

Yuri only knew that this man was a mercenary called "Falcon". Judging from the skills he just showed, he was at least as good as the admiral. He didn't know anything else.

Judging from his actions, he should have no ill intentions towards the admiral.

Since he was not an enemy, Yuri didn't mind testing him.

"Darren Voss."

Darren's face returned to its coldness, and Yuri somehow saw the shadow of the admiral in this ice-cold face.

It was strange. They looked nothing alike, but their temperaments were inexplicably similar.

Anatole has an oriental look, with black hair and black eyes, and narrow eyes. He looks particularly intimidating when he stares at people expressionlessly.

Darien has a more western look, with deeper eye sockets, and his green eyes and long golden hair are very eye-catching.

I don't know why, even though I have never seen Darien's face before, Yuri still feels a little familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere before.

Shaking his head to filter out the unimportant information in his mind, Yuri focused on the issue that concerned him the most:

"Thanks to Mr. Voss's help, we were able to escape danger this time. I wonder if Mr. Voss and Admiral Anatole...?"

Yuri had been with Anatole for a long time and was not used to being euphemistic. Like those politicians, every word and every sentence he said was meant to trap people and make them fall into the language trap they set, and then get the information they wanted. It's not that

Anatole doesn't know how to do it. He has been working in the upper echelons for so many years. He has seen pigs run even if he hasn't eaten pork. But he hates it, and he is absolutely intimidated by the force, so he is too lazy to waste time talking to that group of people.

So most of the time when Anatole didn't need to show up, Yuri would use his 100% expression-reading skills and stand next to the admiral as a microphone, while the admiral only needed to be a cool mascot.

Of course, those who faced Anatole's power would not think that the great killer was a mascot with no killing power.

This time when facing Darien, Yuri's intuition told him not to play tricks in front of this man.

Otherwise, the only admiral who could fight with him would not be available for the time being, and he would definitely not be able to beat him. As the saying goes, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Without the support of his own admiral, he should be more restrained when he is outside.

"We...are old acquaintances..."

The eyes of the blond young man in front of him were empty for a moment, as if he was lost in a long memory, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

'Old acquaintance? At least we knew each other before the Admiral went to the Capital's Dawn Military University.'

Yuri secretly noted down Darien's emotional fluctuations while calculating the time. The Admiral

was admitted to the Capital's Dawn Military University at the age of 18 and graduated four years later.

Anatole was one year older than him. Yuri also studied there at the time and was Anatole's direct junior. At that time, the name "Anatole Voss" was famous throughout their school and was regarded as a genius.

Although he was born a commoner, he has the qualifications to be on par with the highest nobles.

What else is this if not a genius?

Wait, the surname "Vos"...

are the two people related by the same family?

That's impossible. The two people look very different. How close must they be to have such an effect?

​​Maybe it's just a coincidence. The surname Vos is not a surname of a noble family, and it's not uncommon among ordinary civilians.

Speaking of which, during the years when Anatole was in school, Yuri, as a fan and a fanboy, had never seen such a person around the admiral.

And with Darien's strength and appearance, it's impossible for him to be unknown in the school.

After graduating, the admiral went to the battlefield. A year later, Yuri also graduated and became Anatole's adjutant. During the time when Anatole was promoted, Yuri, with his excellent graduate memory, guaranteed that he had never seen such a face.

Although the inexplicable sense of familiarity was a bit strange.

It was as if I had seen someone similar somewhere.