The atmosphere inside the villa was somewhat tense.
Old Flo stared intently at Bourne Hill, his face ashen.
The boy who idolized him since childhood and regarded his words as truth is now beginning to change.
“Bourne Mountain, don’t do anything foolish.” Old Flo emphasized again: “Stay away from Han Ling, that dangerous male insect! I know the network on Aphrodite is open, but don’t broadcast it live, don’t spread that filthy thought everywhere! This is your uncle’s advice to you. All the insectoids in the entire galaxy may deceive you, but your uncle will not.”
This scandal on Planet Aphrodite has led to the first public disclosure of the number of male insects.
This gave old Flo hope.
The number of male insects had dwindled to only about 600,000.
The Zerg have reached their end.
Embracing a new biological dominance is the only crossroads for the Zerg.
Once the aurora life arrives, the Flor family, responsible for making contact, will be considered great heroes who have helped the dragon arrive.
The family's glory will continue.
Others may not understand the importance of family, but old Flo knew all too well.
In interstellar space, the Zerg are divided into different classes based on their genetic hierarchy.
For those with A-grade genes, life is already half-successful from birth; the rest is simply a matter of time.
Strong abilities, excellent mind, strong self-control, and high concentration.
These excellent genetic attributes are perfectly integrated into their bodies.
Genetic differences were originally a closely guarded secret.
But now, the secrets hidden in our genes have been completely unearthed and brought into the open.
Not all efforts are rewarded.
Just like the Zerg with C-level genes, they feel tired after focusing on studying for 20 minutes.
However, with A-level genes, even after focusing on studying all day, one can still learn to pilot a mecha with ease.
Old Flo's genetic grade is C.
He understands this feeling of powerlessness all too well.
But with the Flo family as his backing, he still lived a life of privilege.
Every day, I climb to the top floor of the building and overlook the most bustling center of the planet.
Old Flo has become unable to leave this life of privilege.
He grew up surrounded by such privileges, which is why he felt afraid.
Old Flo knew perfectly well that if everything were to be overturned and started over, with his abilities, he would absolutely not be able to live such a life.
At that time, let alone regaining control of the large conglomerate, even his little cart selling roasted sweet potatoes might be snatched away by B-grade bad bugs!
That's why the Flo family made arrangements in advance to prevent any unexpected events from happening.
Old Flo's eyes were full of meaning as he stared intently at Mount Burne.
Bern Hill's upturned lips drooped slightly, and his excited mood calmed down.
“Uncle, the insect cub will change as it grows up. When its identity changes, its stance will change, and I disagree with your point of view.”
When I was little, I thought you were omnipotent.
But now I feel that you have gone astray.
I know that my family is hiding a secret and has close ties with the Seventh Construction Legion.
I don't know what the secret is, but I want to tell you something.
A few days ago, I went to a meeting with Boss Han Ling.
The eight legions at the meeting appeared to remain an inseparable whole. They shared a clear and distinct common goal.
After speaking his mind, Bernstein scratched his blond hair and smiled:
"I don't know why I'm calling you, especially when the boss isn't around."
It's sneaky, and it's kind of like tipping someone off.
But maybe it's just a feeling, I feel that only by following the boss can I have a good future.
Uncle, please stop being enemies with the eldest brother. If there is only one path left for the Zerg, then the eldest brother, Han Ling, will definitely stand on the path to the future.
You know, I've had a very strong sixth sense since I was little; maybe I have a bit of a talent for it.
Old Flo listened to Bern Hill's words with a complicated expression, then angrily hung up the call.
It's talent again!
The Flo family is strange; the male insects born from the family all have a high level of genetic strength.
For example, his eldest nephew Matthew is a rare Grade A male insect.
The waiter from earlier, Bern Mountain, may look mentally challenged, but his genetic level is also A-.
The female insects of the Koflo family are genetically graded, forever hovering between F and C.
Old Flo threw away his cigar and slumped into his boss's chair.
He doesn't need to look up to see the beautiful scenery on the tallest building; he only needs to look down to see the ordinary world below.
Old Flo didn't want to listen to Bern Hill, but his mind couldn't help but start thinking.
The Flo family persists in contacting aurora life because of family tradition and the bond of blood.
What was the reason for the Seventh Construction Corps' persistence?
Perhaps the marshal at the beginning genuinely wanted to find a way out for the Zerg, which is why he contacted the Aurora Life.
However, the legion's legacy is determined by its combat strength.
After dozens of generations, is the current Marshal of the Seventh Construction Corps truly of one mind with the Flor family?
Old Flo thought for a while, then his mind started to wander, his thoughts becoming a jumbled mess.
After a long pause, old Flo gave a wry smile, picked up his cigar, and put it in his mouth again.
The Flo family has persisted on this path for thousands of years; how could they possibly give it up so easily?
However, it's a good thing that Bourne Hill has its own ideas.
Do not seek blessings first, nor initiate misfortune.
He, old Flo, was neither a pioneer of the Flo family nor a sinner of the Flo family.
If the family's plan fails, then Mount Burns will be the Flo family's escape route.
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The next morning.
The news of the eight legions withdrawing from Aphrodite became a trending topic on all planets and spread throughout the entire star system.
All the female insects in the interstellar space were still discussing the alien race.
This matter was discovered quickly and resolved quickly.
That very night, the Eighth War Legion swept through the alien planet.
Once all eight legions arrived, they ravaged the alien race once more and confiscated all of its assets.
Although the matter was resolved perfectly, the female insects were still somewhat terrified.
For no other reason than that these alien races are the product of male insects and alien beasts called "Whispers".
This is a monster created through genetic manipulation.
After the whisperer devours the red crystals produced after the male insect dies, it then consumes the male insect's flesh and blood, thus giving birth to a pile of fist-sized chunks of flesh.
The chunks of meat will grow in the nutrient solution and turn into hideous monsters.
Their true nature lies in their terrifying appearance.
The aging and shedding of skin, after becoming an exoskeleton, resembles the female insect.
The monsters have the flesh and blood of male insects on their bodies, and some of the DNA containing their memories will remain in their minds.
This results in the limited intelligence of different races, and there are significant differences in their intelligence levels.
Some can communicate normally with the Zerg, while others are like the alien beasts, possessing only an appetite but no thought or reasoning.
Moreover, the alien races that can communicate normally with the Zerg have all lost their reproductive ability; they don't even have that organ.
Only those mindless monsters can continue to reproduce.
The entire Zerg race is discussing these matters.
They have no idea how Morton, thousands of years ago, developed such terrifying genetic technology.
But the Zerg know very well that the formation of species is a slow process.
A race with thought and creativity cannot be created through human intervention.
The pressure from the Zerg, the crisis of their extinction, still weighs heavily on every Zerg member, like a mountain.
The edge of the Zerg star system.
As the starlight flickered and the blue flames flashed, the sound of an engine idling began to emerge.
A fleet of warships sailed in from afar.
Ulysses, the red-haired, pink-eyed general of the First Exploration Legion, has finally returned to the Zerg after a month, leading a team of new recruits on an exploration mission.
After a period of exploration and adjustment, the new recruits have clearly adapted to life on the front lines.
The female soldiers either sat in the lobby chatting and laughing or stayed in their dormitories to rest.
The warship is where the female soldiers live, and the facilities are very complete.
To kill time, many shooting ranges, amusement parks, and training grounds have been built.
There are also many entertainment facilities, including a cinema, karaoke room, dance hall, and holographic game training room.
All the entertainment venues available on the market can be found inside the warship.
Inside the holographic game training room.
Ulysses and Roderick have just finished a thrilling battle.
Ulysses removed the holographic helmet; sweat had soaked through his half-long red hair.
Pushing his hair back to reveal his smooth forehead, Ulysses smiled:
"You're really good at fighting, kid. I was already in my mech, launching at warp speed, and you still managed to keep up."
Roderick removed his helmet, revealing a silver buzz cut that made his features appear even more refined and sharp.
"No matter how good I am at fighting, you, General, still won in the end. You're such a cunning old fox."
The two of them complimented each other as they walked toward the dormitory.
As they were about to part, Roderick asked:
"General, how many more days until we can return to the Zerg star system?"
Ulysses took out his personal terminal, checked the fleet's range, and laughed:
"Almost there. In 12 more hours, we'll reach the Zerg star system. In 48 hours, we'll reach the First Legion's base. What's wrong? Missing your male Zerg?"
Hearing Ulysses's teasing, Roderick lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat from his chin.
"Hehe, a little. This trip took longer than I expected. It's been too long since I contacted him."
Ulysses looked at Roderick's physique and raised an eyebrow:
"Have you been focusing on abs these past few days?"
Roderick's face flushed slightly, with a hint of boasting:
"Well, my male has a rather unusual hobby; he likes to look at abs. I have to satisfy him for such a small thing."
Upon hearing this, Ulysses laughed:
"You two have a really good relationship. Anyway, I'm going back to my dorm now."
"Bang!"
After the dormitory door closed, the smile that Ulysses had been forcing down his upturned lips was tinged with bitterness.
Compared to Roderick, his marriage was a complete mess.
He had been back with the First Legion for so long, and his male insect, Jacob, had not contacted him at all.
Ulysses went into the bathroom and quickly took a shower, then lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and relaxed his mind. It was better to sleep than to think about Jacob's troubles.
On the other side.
Roderick strolled leisurely toward his dormitory.
He walked through the long corridor made of steel and arrived at the dormitory door.
Roderick opened the dormitory door and his nose twitched.
He looked at the neighbor with a strange expression.
His partner James lived next door.
James has been acting very strangely since returning to base.
I'm not participating in mecha battles anymore, and I'm not going to shooting ranges or movie theaters either.
Aside from meals, James stayed in his dorm room all day, impossible to get out of, as if he were hibernating.
Roderick could never find him whenever he looked for him, but if he squatted outside James's bedroom door when it was time to eat, he could always find him.
Roderick raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his personal terminal.
It's 8 PM now.
Why does James's room smell so strong? He could smell it even from outside the door.
Roderick walked to James's door with some concern and knocked twice.
"James? James, are you even conscious? Are you going through your pheromone surge? Your pheromones are too strong! Do you need me to take you to the hospital for a couple of injections?"
Roderick pressed his ear to the door, but the room was quiet, and no one answered him.
"James? James?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Roderick shouted anxiously and pounded on the door, making the entire door frame shake.
The commotion attracted the attention of the surrounding dormitories.
Many female soldiers came out of their dormitories, still in their pajamas, and leaned against the door, asking:
"Roderick, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"What's that smell? Who's going through their hot period? Why aren't they using suppressants?"
Roderick's worry was impossible to hide:
"It's James. I just got back from training and I noticed he seems to be in his prime. You all heard the knocking just now, but there's still no response from his dorm."
The instinct to join in the fun is inherent in intelligent beings.
Upon hearing Roderick's words, the female soldiers all came out of their dormitories and gathered in front of James's dormitory.
"I'll call the doctor over, and ask him to bring an emergency suppressant while he's at it."
"OK."
"Should we break down the door first? Waiting for the doctor to arrive will take at least five minutes, and I'm afraid something might happen inside."
"OK."
After discussion, the rescue plan was quickly finalized.
Roderick took a few steps back, pulled up his trousers, and then raised his foot and quickly kicked the door lock.
"Thump!"
The protective door, made of rare metals, was dented after being kicked.
The female insects pushed open the door, intending to go in to rescue them, but were instantly overwhelmed by the pheromone smell inside.
James's pheromones smell like orange blossom; the sweet, cloying aroma assaults the senses, causing all the female insects' antennae to stand up.
They couldn't help but cover their noses.
"Holy crap! This smell is overwhelming! This is a provocation!"
"Poop! Releasing pheromones indiscriminately is so rude! Are you trying to take over our territory?!"
"My hands are itching; I want to beat James up!"
Roderick pinched his nose as he walked into James's bedroom, waving his hand involuntarily. The smell was so strong it almost stung his eyes!
He walked to James's bedside and couldn't resist patting James's head.
"James? James, wake up!"
But James remained unconscious and had a strange expression.
Roderick's heart sank.
Such vigilance is not what a female soldier should have.
"Wait for the doctor, don't move James unnecessarily."
The female insects anxiously gathered inside the room, waiting for the doctor to arrive.
Five minutes later.
The army doctor walked in carrying a medical bag.
Doctors are more physically imposing because they don't participate in combat and don't need agility, so they usually only do strength training in the gym.
When a doctor goes out, he will inevitably carry three stretchers. When treating the wounded, it is not a problem to carry three stretchers at once.
"Who needs an injection?" the doctor asked, his voice muffled as he wore a mask.
The female insects had completely surrounded the room, but upon hearing the doctor's words, they made way for him.
"Doctor, it's him. He's been in a coma."
The doctor walked to the bedside, took out medical instruments, and conducted a series of rapid tests on James's body.
When the test results came out, the doctor's eyes widened, his eyebrows rose, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.
Roderick asked with concern:
"What's wrong, doctor? Is James beyond saving? Or is there a problem with his pheromones? Will he ever wake up?"
The doctor's voice trembled slightly:
"Rare indeed! Absolutely rare! He actually just fainted. According to the fluctuations in his mental energy and the monitoring of his pheromone levels, this female soldier passed out from a state of deep sleep! What was he dreaming about?"
"Alas!"
The female insects present all gasped in shock.
Is this really that outrageous?
What did you dream about?
Roderick's expression was somewhat complicated. Others might not know, but he was James' teammate, and he spent most of his time with James except when he was sleeping.
During conversations, James often revealed that in his dreams he has a male mate, a fixed male whose face is not blurry or changes.
Roderick had always thought this was James's imagination, but to his surprise, James was ecstatic.
"Ahem." Roderick scratched his head. "Since everything's alright, let's head out after the injection. Fainting was rather embarrassing, so let's not mention it, or I'm afraid James will lose face."
The female soldiers nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then let's pretend this never happened."
"Let's go, let's go back to sleep."
"That's really strange, but it'll be rather awkward when James wakes up."
"He's too prone to daydreaming. I hope I'm not in his dreams."
The female insects felt a chill and then all left the room.
Before leaving, one of the female insects sprayed the metal door with a quick-freezing spray.
This metallic material has memory properties; it will quickly return to its original shape at extremely low temperatures.
After the doctor gave James an injection in the neck, the group quickly left the room and closed the door behind them.
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