Chapter 31 Interstellar 7
Yuri was having a brain storm, while Jun Zhaoliu looked at Yuri's confused expression through Darien's eyes, and laughed a villainous laugh in the consciousness space.
Jun Zhaoliu: I just like to see others scratching their heads and racking their brains, hahaha.
Seeing Jun Zhaoliu rolling around on the big bed in a disorderly manner, 001 expressed his incomprehension.
001: Host, why are you pretending to have amnesia?
Jun Zhaoliu stopped rolling and took the opportunity to stroke the small ball of light that was flashing in front of his eyes.
"Of course... it's fun!"
I haven't played the amnesia joke yet, and it's just the right time to take advantage of this injury. What a good opportunity.
001: But Anatole's previous examination showed that there was no injury to the head.
Jun Zhaoliu laughed and took the small light ball that kept flashing in front of his eyes with one hand, "Xiaoyi, why is it so serious? I am Anatole now. Who knows me better than me?"
"I have lost my memory now. Even the king of heaven can't do anything about it!"
Faced with the host's bad taste, 001 was speechless and could only complain silently in his heart:
Director, you just fooled people here, and you didn't say that the people here have such bad taste.
Complaints aside, 001 still likes this host very much. He is strong, good-looking, and reliable. What else can you ask for? It's
much better than those hosts who can easily destroy a world!
001 was instantly filled with fighting spirit. No matter what tricks Jun Zhaoliu played, he would definitely be able to cover the bottom line. He was determined to be the No. 1 in the system world.
"Come on, Xiaoyi, now that the vests are gathered, let's write the script together!"
Jun Zhaoliu enthusiastically pulled the little light ball to the table, took out a pen and paper, rolled up his sleeves and started writing.
001 looked at Jun Zhaoliu's excited face and twitched the corners of his non-existent mouth.
Forget it, let the host be happy.
But...
"Host, can you... have fewer knives?"
001 rushed in front of Jun Zhaoliu and put forward his suggestion hesitantly.
"Knife? Where is the knife? Look here, and here, how sweet it is? Isn't it?"
Where is sweet? Huh?
Is it the sweet we understand?
001 thought of the two avatars in the last world, one dead and the other alive, and his non-existent stomach began to ache again.
To be honest, it would be better if both of them died in that situation? After all, there is a saying that double death is a happy ending.
#System, I don’t think you are any better#
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In the real world, the conversation between Yuri and Darien is still going on.
"So you are a friend of the admiral," Yuri put on a friendly smile and showed just the right amount of apology on his face, "We are sorry for not hosting you well enough."
"Adjutant Yuri, the result of the preliminary examination is that Admiral Anatole's previous injuries have not healed. This time he woke up and used force, which triggered hidden injuries in the body. As for the cause of amnesia, further examination is needed... The preliminary speculation is blood circulation... mental exhaustion... nerve compression in the brain... Therefore..."
The leading doctor came to Yuri in a white coat to report the situation, holding a thick stack of medical examination forms that had just been printed out in his hand, and his mouth opened and closed with a bunch of professional terms.
Seeing Yuri's frown, the doctor finally finished the lengthy report and concluded: "...So Admiral needs to rest in the near future. It's best not to use force anymore. Of course, it's best not to drive the mecha, as it will drain your mental energy too much..."
"Give me a list of precautions later. And how long do you mean by the near future?"
Yuri pinched his swollen forehead.
It's not good. The Empire is eyeing us covetously, and the top leaders of the Alliance are not easy to deal with. In addition, the pirates have been restless recently. Now we are under attack from three sides...
"Conservative estimate, two months."
The doctor answered dutifully.
"The Admiral's amnesia is a Level 2 secret. Don't let anyone else leak it."
Yuri gave the order without hesitation.
"Yes!"
At least the Admiral has woken up and still has a deterrent effect on those guys. The fewer people who know about his amnesia, the better. And it must not be known to anyone other than his own people. It should be kept secret as long as possible.
After understanding the situation on the Admiral's side, Yuri turned his gaze back to Darien.
"The Admiral is being examined now. Mr. Voss, why don't you go to the lounge first?" The
Admiral's awakening was a pleasant surprise, but it was not all good news.
Yuri now needed time to think carefully about the next course of action.
As for Darien, in the past, Yuri would have to check him thoroughly and confirm that he was no threat to the Admiral before he could rest assured. Now this matter had to be put aside for the time being.
Now we can be sure that there is no intention to kill the admiral. If we keep him here, he might be a great help...
Regardless of Yuri's inner thoughts, Darien knew that now was not the time to chat, so he followed Yuri to the lounge.
Although this airship is not as good as the flagship of the Fifth Legion, it has all the necessary equipment and facilities. The interior decoration is also very exquisite, low-key but luxurious.
Yuri adheres to the principle of talking more and making more mistakes, and he does not intend to ask too much about other people's privacy, for fear of offending someone accidentally. Therefore, except for the rhythmic footsteps along the way, the two of them did not speak for a while.
Yuri was quick to notice that Darien's footsteps, who lagged behind him by half a step, gradually overlapped with his own. At first, they were two different sounds, but later, there was only one sound.
The weight and speed of the footsteps were exactly the same.
He was indeed a mercenary.
Yuri secretly sighed.
As a mercenary who specialized in assassination, covering up his footsteps was a subconscious reaction of the body.
"We're here."
Yuri leaned over and opened the door for Darien.
Darien nodded to Yuri in thanks.
...
"A bunch of rubbish!" Ward Braden leaned on his cane and threw the teacup on the table at the intruder.
"We sent so many people, but we couldn't even deal with Anatole who was seriously injured and unconscious?!"
"Sir, when the pirates broke through the defense of the spaceship, our people took the opportunity to sneak into the interior and found Anatole's location using the map you gave us, but a mysterious man who came out of nowhere blocked our way..."
The secretary who was hit hard dared not speak angrily. He could only lower his head and explain. He was a little afraid to say the next words, fearing to further anger the old man.
"...Then, Anatole woke up soon..."
"Bang——"
A vase was heavily knocked to the ground.
Ward was so angry that he could hardly hold the cane in his hand.
After waiting for such a long time for this great opportunity to swallow up the Fifth Legion, Anatole survived the disaster and even woke up? !
"Who is the person who protected Anatole? Also, have you found out Anatole's current situation?"
Ward relaxed his expression and asked with gritted teeth.
"According to the analysis and comparison of the long-distance video footage transmitted, it might be the mercenary 'Falcon'."
"Falcon? Doesn't he always only accept assassination missions? Could it be that someone has posted a mission to protect Anatole on the black market? Also, didn't you say that someone took up the bounty mission for Anatole that we posted?"
Ward's series of questions made the secretary sweat profusely. The secretary groaned in his heart and could only wipe the cold sweat from his head and continued:
"...the one who took the assassination mission was 'Falcon'"
"Bang——"
the white jade ornaments on the table stepped into the dust of the vase and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces in an instant.
"Regarding Anatole's health condition, the Fifth Army's internal information is strictly blocked, and it cannot be found out for the time being..."
"Bang——"
The documents piled on the table were swept to the ground with a crackling sound.
After venting his anger, Ward finally calmed down and slowly sat down on the soft chair behind the table.
"Arrange a welcoming banquet in the name of welcoming Anatole, and send out invitations to invite the other people in power."
It is just the right opportunity to find out about Anatole's situation.
It is estimated that those old guys are also very anxious.
"Also, continue to investigate Anatole, and investigate that damn Falcon for me!"