Chapter 205 Madhouse He has a power to destroy everything
Bai Ling knew that there were fundamental differences between concentration camps and prisons.
Prisons are, in principle, units of punishment based on judgments made by the legal system. But there are no laws in the concentration camps. Life and death depend on the mood of the administrators. And those imprisoned there are not ordinary criminals, but "political dissidents."
Bai Ling has some understanding of the empire's concentration camps. During the war in the previous life, the Imperial Defense Forces had arrested a large number of revolutionary soldiers, imprisoned them, interrogated them and massacred them.
After the war, he traveled around and collected the remains of his comrades.
But he had never heard of a concentration camp called "Colosseum". Perhaps he was out of touch with the news, or perhaps it had disappeared and become untraceable twenty years later in the timeline.
Bai Ling asked: "Do you know which planet it is on?"
Xiwusi shook his head: "I don't know."
He wasn't lying.
Xiwu Si turned his eyes away and cast his gaze towards the blank wall, his expression numb, "Before we went there, we were all injected with sleeping pills. After waking up, we were in the cell and had no idea which planet we were sent to. The entire area was indoors, and the sky was invisible anywhere..."
That's why the group dared to let them go at the beginning.
The other party is not afraid of being sought for revenge at all.
It is like hell. It does not exist on the map and cannot be marked. Only "insiders" know how to enter and exit.
It was filled with hunting, debauchery, slavery, and bloodshed, and imitated the Roman Empire to create a safe, hidden, and luxurious entertainment and social venue for the nobility.
The former Duke of Conger was a regular there.
The other five dukes are undoubtedly also major shareholders.
This speculation was soon confirmed.
When Bai Ling and Yu Chen returned to their residence, they talked about this matter. Surprisingly, the mermaid was not surprised at all:
“It’s nothing new.”
Just as Isupalaiso has the rumored seventy-two Demon Pillars as its cabinet system, the six dukes also rely on the "Colosseum" to maintain their power network in the empire and even the entire galaxy.
It has a long history of several hundred years and is considered a secret known to all the core upper-class nobles.
Bai Ling hates this kind of "secret".
It sounds dirty and smelly, like a cockroach nest under a manhole cover, damp, dark and smelly, and cannot see any sunlight.
"Sooner or later we'll find this place and blow it up," he said coldly.
The mermaid turned her face slightly, her eyes deep, and said slowly: "Commander Bai, although I have great confidence in your ability, I must say that this matter is not that easy."
"Why?"
"Because cockroaches move around. If you blow up one, there will be new ones in two years, unless..."
"Unless what?" Bai Ling folded his arms and looked at him, frowning.
Yu Chen clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on the edge of the table, and said meaningfully: "Unless the earth is overturned and burned to ashes."
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Crack, a fire lit up and was extinguished by a gust of wind from a passing vehicle.
In the busy station, Hal was standing in a corner, fiddling with his lighter anxiously. In just ten minutes, he had already looked outside the platform several times, but still hadn't seen the "contact person" to pick him up.
He stuffed the lighter back into his windbreaker pocket and looked outside again.
The first thing that caught my eye was the huge ultra-virtual screen on the high-rise building, where the host was chattering and cursing Wild Star, especially the policy that Isuparaiso had immediately implemented in the liberated areas - replacing the new forbidden rings.
"The new forbidden ring cannot be removed unless one dies. This is a new round of despotism and dictatorship! This is terrible. The history of the empire will go back fifty years!"
Hal didn't agree. The forbidden ring just couldn't be taken off without permission. If you had special circumstances, you could still apply to take it off - for example, now he had changed to the forbidden ring of the old system because he came to the empire to perform a secret mission. This would conceal his identity as the director of the Veterans Liaison Office at Yexing and avoid police scrutiny.
Be very careful on this mission.
The Imperial Army has issued an order to kill the old soldiers, and his mission is to contact everyone and send them safely to the rear before the killers arrive.
The Imperial Post would provide them with transport ships.
After waiting for half an hour, Hal finally got in touch with someone. The person on the other end was a sunflower parrot with an afro, looking like a rock star. The girl came jogging over, with two conspicuous yellow hairs dangling on her head. From a distance, she looked like leeks just pulled out of the ground.
"Sorry, I have too much work to do and I just finished work. I drove here and it's right over there. Hurry up and get in the car. We have to find the last person before the evening rush hour."
She said it all in one breath and only breathed a sigh of relief after climbing onto the truck and fastening her seat belt. The next step is to start the car swiftly and smoothly, maneuvering this large piece of iron loaded with cargo to dodge and overtake flexibly in the endless stream of cars.
Hal took a look at her driver's license and found it was A1A2D·SL, the true king of driver's licenses. It was said that she could drive anything except skytrain locomotives, making it one of the most powerful civilian driver's licenses.
I didn't expect that this girl, so young, has such ability.
Hal praised sincerely: "That's amazing."
Sunflower chuckled, "It's OK, I learned all this from racing in the mountains. Later, I caught up with a good opportunity. Our boss funded employee training, so I took the initiative to sign up and upgraded my driver's license. It's a pity that I'm a parrot, and my physical fitness is average. If my mental strength was stronger, maybe I could get a mecha driver's license."
When Hal heard this, he felt that this big boss had great vision. Yexing has private connections with the Imperial Post, and many non-confidential supply shipments have to be handled through them. This big boss is willing to spend money to proactively train his employees. On the one hand, it is for the personal improvement of the employees. On the other hand, if war breaks out, the employees can be quickly transformed into logistical forces and involved in military missions.
"Your boss is a pretty good guy. He paid for you to take the exam," said Hal.
Kuihua got excited when she heard this. She slapped her thigh while driving, "Not only that, our boss is really open-minded. Last time I asked if I could set up a stall to sell melon seeds in the post office, and the boss said yes, and all the money earned belongs to me."
The melon seeds sold by Kuihua are no different from those sold in other stores, but she purchases them through internal channels, saving a lot of transportation costs, so the price is naturally cheaper. In addition, she had some little ideas of her own and often promoted the products within the huge parrot family and organized group purchases, and her business was surprisingly good.
"Later, more and more people started to send packages to buy melon seeds, and our postal business improved a lot. My boss even gave me a bonus of 20,000 yuan." She boasted with a beaming face:
"That's great! Those relatives who said my job was going to fail are all jealous. They don't know that my boss is planning to promote my method to all parts of the empire."
Hal smiled too. With bonuses and profits to be made, it's no wonder that the employees are so motivated.
But this sunflower parrot has a good idea. The bird kingdom of the empire has a strict food chain division from top to bottom, with carnivorous eagles and parrots and birds that feed on seeds and grains.
Although they have human genes, their animal nature sometimes takes over. Buying some roasted melon seeds and cracking them is a favorite activity of birds.
But this is the first time I’m selling melon seeds in the post office.
Of course, Hal guessed that the big boss's focus was not on making a profit from melon seeds, but on making everyone realize that there is such a place in the corners of every town where they can mail them cheaply - regaining popularity and establishing regional relationships are the key.
Hal used to run a small shop in the Wild Star Wilderness. He knew better than anyone how important a stable customer base was.
"By the way, my cousin also works in your army. I wonder if you know him." Kuihua said, remembering.
"What's his name?" Hal thought. The army was now expanding rapidly. The number of people had increased a hundred times compared to last year. There were already five or six hundred thousand volunteers from the various liberated planets alone.
With so many people around, it’s highly likely that he doesn’t recognize the younger brother that Kuihua is talking about.
Kuihua simply found the photo and handed it to him. "Look, that's the Nightingale. He seems to be working in logistics. He often told me that his hands were sore from distributing canned hair."
Hal took a look and said in surprise: "Nightingale, I really know her."
He happily recalled, "When they first landed on Wild Star, they gathered around the fire to eat barbecue. It was this guy who ordered Coke and asked me to deliver it. It was because of him that I got to know Commander Bai.
"Later, Commander Bai said, 'Look at these little birds, they fall down when they walk. This won't do. We need to teach them how to use guns.' So he sent me to teach a group of omegas how to shoot and protect themselves.
"Nightingale is the one who has made the fastest progress. Later, he volunteered to do logistics work with a dozen or so omegas. He did an excellent job and was recently awarded a medal."
"That's great!" Kuihua couldn't help but honk the horn to cover up her heart's desire to scream, "My cousin is so miserable. He had a bright future. He was a mainstay of the National Grand Theater and sang beautifully. Who would have thought that he would be spotted by someone and sent directly to the palace as a gift to be a pet."
"Luckily I followed Commander Bai out, otherwise my life would be ruined, right?"
Hal had only heard that Bai Ling rescued a group of omegas from the palace, but he didn't know that the nightingale was one of them.
The falcon has been saving people all the way here.
Even now, when he holds military power, he has not forgotten the fate of these individuals.
Hal lowered his head, pulled out a list from his sleeve and unfolded it quietly. The first names were all checked, indicating that the call had been received, and the address connected to the last name showed Onion Pier.
“Ding ding ding—” Kuihua honked the horn frantically and turned the steering wheel. A road sign gradually appeared outside the shaking windshield: [500 meters ahead: Onion Pier]
Before parking the car, Kuihua stretched her head to take a look and read out the name, "Osprey, Osprey, is it an osprey?"
Hal nodded, opened the door and jumped out of the car, looking at the dock in front of him, "He used to be my commander."
Kuihua followed him down and followed his gaze, but did not see any heroic former commander. In fact, there were people coming and going on the dock, including robots looking for work, so it was difficult to tell who was a retired soldier.
And it's a mess here, with goods and luggage piled everywhere.
Since it takes some climbing to get to the public transfer point from here, porters often come here to take on jobs.
They charge ten star coins for moving a box, which is cheap, but unfortunately, their business is still not good. Because the robots sent by the capital company are cheaper than theirs, only eight star coins.
Obviously, technological progress does not benefit the poor most of the time, but only makes the wallets of the rich fatter.
Sunflower fanned herself with her hands as she walked, "Wow, the fried onions on the roadside are so choking."
Perhaps because she moved so much, the sharp-eyed porters noticed and all rushed over to her and asked, "Miss, do you need any luggage moved?" Then they turned to Hal and said, "Sir, do you have any goods to move?"
Hal's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed a man in the chaos, "Do you know an osprey? His address is written here."
"Osprey?" they thought. "There is indeed such a thing, but he lives under the bridge. He is disabled and no one wants to hire him. He can only handle a few orders a day... Well, isn't that it?"
He pointed his finger, and the bustling crowd on the distant covered bridge relaxed for a moment, allowing Hal to see a figure trapped in the gap.
Hal seemed to be struck by lightning, and stood there in a daze, his whole body cold.
His former commander, Ju E, was moving boxes for a living.
"I'll help you move it, I'll do it," the man hunched over to solicit business. After being rejected, he eagerly chased after the man to explain, "I'm cheaper than the robot..."
Hearing this, Hal almost burst into tears.
He stood close enough for the man to notice him.
Long-term overwork damaged Osprey's spine. He was bent very low from head to waist, and was forced to expose his bitten neck. Looking down, he saw Hal's well-made trousers and beautiful leather shoes, so he hurried over and asked humbly, "Master, do you want to move something?"
"...Boss Owl."
Osprey looked up in surprise. This was his former nickname, and only the guys he led knew how to call him.
The sun was too dazzling and the fried onions on the street were too pungent, causing the short-haired young man to burst into tears. He hugged him and said, "Don't call me master... I'm here to take you back..."
People passing by looked back casually and continued on their way. Hugs on the dock happen from time to time, but they don't know that this hug is about to bring a storm that will sweep across the country like the flapping of wings on the sea.
Time was limited, and the Osprey was sent to the assembly point after packing up all the items within half an hour.
Here, they were packed like cargo and sent onto interstellar long-distance transport ships. After passing three checkpoints, they could safely reach the border - not the border on the map, but the artificial border that Bai Ling had forcibly drawn for the empire with his weapons and cannons.
Due to the impact of the war on the front line, inspections today are much stricter than they were a year ago.
The checkpoint was understaffed, so even senior students from the Imperial Military Academy who had not yet graduated were drafted in to supplement the staff.
Hal was sleeping under a crate. Feeling the shaking outside, he sat up alertly, looked at dozens of other pairs of eyes in the dark, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
There were so many of them that they were divided into four groups to avoid being caught all at once. The ship he was on was the last one of the batch. The other ships had already safely entered the jump phase, so his ship must not get into trouble.
But the footsteps outside were getting closer.
Hal's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
He and the others could clearly hear the conversation, "...here, and there, and yes, knock on the floor, these package carriers are always trying to be cunning and smuggling people on the mezzanine floor - check them all carefully!"
"Report to the commander, there seems to be a hollow in the corner of the ground."
"Someone, come here. You, the youngest one, pry it open and examine it carefully!"
Footsteps in general military boots came over with a click, click, click, and knocked on the ground with the butt of the gun. Then he paused, suddenly squatted down, found the switch in an extremely hidden hole, and lifted up a small square piece of floor.
At that moment, the recruit saw pairs of panicked eyes under the dark floor.
Exposed.
Hal closed his eyes, feeling hopeless, and reached for the gun behind him, ready to rush out and fight them to the death.
However, the recruit did not shout out immediately, perhaps because of his lack of experience or because he was too surprised.
The recruit blinked his cat-like almond eyes, then lowered his head and glanced at the shipping information calmly, heading for the border... He seemed to understand something, turned his back to his superior, and lip-synced to the darkness below -
Wild, star?
A pair of eagle eyes blinked, and nodded slightly with vigilance and uncertainty.
The recruit raised his head slightly, and the light just happened to pass through the backlight, allowing the eagles to see his appearance.
Rounded - this is the first impression.
He has an innocent baby face, but is actually very big. The feather pattern on the top of the head is very special. These are eagles serving the military. The iconic random ice cream pattern is recognizable at a glance.
This is a very deadly Snowy Owl.
His eyes could see through the darkness, but he turned back and shouted to his superior: "Report! I found nothing, well, it's safe here, there's nothing."
"Okay," the officer ordered impatiently, "retreat, we'll go to the next ship."
Snowy Owl responded, and he saw the hawks in the darkness silently mouthing, "Thank you."
The Snowy Owl blinked unilaterally, somewhat playfully, and then covered the floor.
The whole process took less than ten seconds, but all the eagles present remembered that face. They secretly decided that if they met this guy on the battlefield in the future, they would capture him, send him to the prisoner-of-war camp with the best food, and spare his life.
It's a pity that I don't know his name.
At this time, they heard their companions outside calling out to Snowy Owl, "Hedwig, why are you still here?"
"I already told you my name isn't Hedwig! It's Hedwig."
"Okay, Cathead."
"Where's the pancake?" asked Hedwig.
"He's been called away. The stationmaster said he wants to transfer you two. Go quickly, top students."
Hideaway came outside and watched the Imperial Mail ship slowly and safely leave.
That afternoon, he received a notice from the chief of the checkpoint that the military had decided to transfer him and the Great Gray Owl to the front line.
His colleague patted his shoulder sadly and said, "What a good guy, now he is going to be cannon fodder."
Hedway returned to the dormitory, opened the terminal, and looked at the list of the disbanded group:
【Conversation Group: Cat Head Army (disbanded)】
The last message stopped at the group owner’s words:
[Dark Night Overlord]: Brothers, I am wanted, delete the list immediately, see you again if possible!
Hedwig rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window at the bright stars. I don't know if the boss is doing well now, and whether he can still eat ten chickens in one meal...
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"I want fifteen braised chickens, chopped up into small pieces. I want to mix them with rice!"
The great General Sava II came to the canteen in person, with his chest puffed out and his noble iron rice bowl in hand.
Logically speaking, at his level, he could definitely get some special treatment.
But Sava was thinking about the chicks in the new cafeteria. Even when he was on duty, he would come here to catch one, using his meal card which Bai Ling had topped up with a balance of 9999565. Then he took the meal, found a spot with the best view in Commander Bai's office, and started showing off his meal.
"Get your ass off my documents!" Bai Ling's forehead twitched.
Sava grumbled angrily and moved to sit nearby unhappily.
Bai Ling walked over and picked up the document. Damn it, if those seafood soldiers knew that their commendation certificates were embedded with General Sava's butt print, they would be so happy that they would die.
At this time, the messenger sent a message saying that Colonel Hal had returned.
Since joining the army, Hal has been promoted three times, from captain to colonel.
"Okay, I got it. I'll go right away." Bai Ling agreed and pulled Sava, who had just finished his meal, to go and greet them.
The two of them got on the aircraft. Sava rolled up the window and glanced at Bai Ling's face. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
Bai Ling turned his head and sighed rarely. He covered his face with both hands and rubbed it up and down, as if trying to wipe away the bad mood. He leaned back, a little dazed, "Not really, I just don't know what to say when it's over... I'm afraid I won't be able to control my expression."
Sava knew what he meant. He was a leader and represented the image of a country. He had to pay attention to his emotions in public. Just like those alpha superiors, they manage to keep their emotions hidden.
If you want to find a ready-made example, it's the golden eagle.
But Sava always felt that his brother was different from others. Even though this guy holds power, he never seems to want to be an honorary alpha.
He is still an omega, a thorough omega, cold on the outside but thoughtful on the inside. Even if people outside say that he is ambitious, he is still a soft feather with red eyes when building a nest.
Sava thought that if an alpha had rescued these veterans, he must have already planned how to recruit them as his subordinates and make good use of them. Maybe he has even thought out the strategic deployment of where each troop will be stationed.
But the omega personality of this stinky bird prevailed - he empathized with them so much that his first reaction was to clean their feathers, send them to every department in the hospital, and make sure those who could be cured were cured. It's like an obsession to put patches on everyone who's hurt.
As for whether or not to send this group of people to the battlefield to recover the costs, he had never thought about it.
He just wanted to do it, so he did it.
The welcome party was arranged in a warm manner, and considering that everyone needed to rest after a long journey, the time was set at only two hours.
However, during this short period of time, Bai Ling still insisted on shaking hands with everyone and asking a question or two about their recent situation and difficulties.
He has a good memory and can remember everyone's name. When he heard a few familiar names that had written him thank-you letters, he tilted his head slightly, recalled for two seconds, and then smiled gently and talked about the family matters mentioned in the letters.
It's comfortable to chat with him.
He was not at all as violent, cruel, arrogant and domineering as the imperial official media had revealed. Instead, he spoke in a friendly tone.
He will pat your shoulder, put his arm around you affectionately and walk to the long dining table, inviting you to try the freshly-baked buffalo milk cake - is it delicious? If it is, pack it up and take it home to eat. You will definitely not be able to sleep at night after just getting off the spacecraft and having to adjust to the jet lag. He will also listen carefully to every word you say, as if everything about you is precious to him.
When the welcome party ended, everyone was reluctant to leave and blocked the door, wanting to say a few more words.
Bai Ling put aside his work and stayed with her until late at night.
People gradually dispersed, and they started to clear away the five or six rounds of food plates. Bai Ling hid at the bathroom door and lit a cigarette.
He felt a twitching in his solar plexus, probably a disorder caused by excessive nerve tension.
Hal came to him, looking a little embarrassed, "Commander Bai, are you going back?"
Bai Ling put out the cigarette, "Not yet, what's the matter?"
Hal lowered his voice, "There is a child, the youngest one this time, only sixteen years old. He has been waiting for a long time and must say thank you to you."
The nail pinching the cigarette accidentally dug into his palm. He pursed his dry lips, lowered his eyes and threw the cigarette handle into the trash can, "Let him come over."
The child was a small bird of prey, carrying a backpack containing all his life's belongings, and he looked exactly like a student as he smiled shyly.
But he pursed his lips and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if there was a leak in the air.
"Hello, Commander Bai, thank you for saving my life..."
Bai Ling chatted with him gently for a few words and rubbed the little feathers on his head. Young eagles of this age are bold, lively and friendly. Soon the child became familiar with the group, showing some lively and cheerful qualities, and smiled from ear to ear.
He has no teeth.
The child said happily: "It's so nice to chat with you. Can I say thank you every day from now on?"
He has no teeth.
No teeth.
These words echoed in Bai Ling's consciousness.
——There was a kind of spectacle in the Colosseum called the eagle-lion fight, where they threw young eagles in to fight with real lions. If the eagle loses, they kill it; if the eagle wins, they pull out a tooth, making it easier for them to stuff their dirty tentacle into the victorious eagle's mouth and enjoy it.
For every victory, one tooth is pulled out.
The people who just shook hands with him all had some missing teeth.
But this child has the least teeth. At an age when his baby teeth are still growing, he has no teeth.
"Okay, come every day."
He agreed slowly and dazedly, feeling as if he had heard this answer somewhere before, and also that the strong will to live on the little eagle's face was very familiar.
It's like a reincarnation.
It seemed that what happened to him would continue to happen to others. Never ending.
What went wrong? Why, after killing one person after another, people still continue to suffer?
The welcome cake I had just eaten seemed to have rotted in the stomach acid, and with a twisting spasm, nausea followed. He endured it all the way, his expression showing no sign of betrayal, but inside he was rotten to the core.
At night, they received a notice that the neighboring planet had been attacked.
With warning lights flashing, the ship took off from the ground and sailed silently into the dark blue sky.
This ship is a war trophy, originally belonging to the Duke of Moray, and is now used as Bai Ling's short-distance interstellar business jet. It has luxurious interior decoration and super spacious space. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the main hall cost 500,000 star coins per square meter, which can fully meet the needs of any interstellar overlord to look down at ants from the sky.
The interior space is very quiet, so quiet that it is depressing.
The alpha who had a marked connection with him could feel the suffocation through the wall.
"Bai Ling." He walked in and knocked on the open door with his knuckles. Yu Chen looked at the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where a figure was sitting with his back to the sofa, silent and quiet.
He listened to the omega's chaotic heartbeat with the hearing of a marine creature listening to the waves, and after considering for a while, he said, "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
After a while, the falcon glanced sideways calmly and said, "Okay."
The wine is fruit wine with a low alcohol content, so it is convenient to stop drinking before getting drunk. Bai Ling raised his head and drank the cup. His tongue was numb and he couldn't taste anything.
Yu Chen slowly approached, like petting a furry cat, and wanted to hug his thin waist, but he coldly rejected her:
"You'd better not hug me today. I can't control my temper."
"Then don't control it." Yu Chen observed his expression while holding his wrist, rubbing his wrist with his fingertips, and felt his breathing stagnate. In an instant, the breath that had been suppressed in the chest was forced out all at once.
His teeth began to chatter.
But the voice is still steady, having been trained in political literacy.
"Am I numb?" He showed a tearful and sarcastic expression, with a twisted smile, "I should be numb, right? Time and time again... Maybe you will say that I should broaden my horizons and focus on the overall strategic deployment, but I just can't ignore it...
"I was furious. I wanted to fly over and tear them to pieces right now, but I couldn't do it. Do you know how I felt when I heard the buzzard say that he drank to disinfect his intestines? I saw that child, he was only sixteen years old, and he thanked me for saving him. Do you know how I felt?"
He stood up suddenly, grabbed Yu Chen's collar fiercely, veins popped out on his forehead, and he shouted and questioned him:
"You are the emperor of this country, tell me, why is it so rotten?!"
Yu Chen did not evade, his eyes were dark, he faced his question directly, and told him clearly:
"Because of the system, because of class identity. You have to know that all the living habits of the nobles are to show that they are different from ordinary people. Is it enjoyable to stay up all night? Not necessarily. Is it happy to rape an omega? Not necessarily. What makes them continue to do so despite repeated bans? Because this is their internal cultural identity."
"It's like an initiation ceremony. If you want to join them, you must live according to their symbols and accept their rules. As long as one day, a new person wants to join their group and gain recognition, the tragedy will repeat itself."
It sounds ridiculous, but this is the most fundamental reason and fact that is often overlooked.
A group of people get together and happily do things that are considered bad by social morality, it must be because there is profit in it. This interest group has its own rules. They protect each other and are connected with each other, just like a united club.
The best way to bring a small group together is to commit crime together.
There is no closer relationship in this world than that of accomplice.
The eagle becomes a necessary sacrifice in this process.
Why does it have to be an eagle omega?
This is also easy to understand. The existence of omegas, especially male omegas, is considered strange and against the rules by true alphas.
A female eagle is a combination of two genders. She is both extremely powerful and domineering, but also a victim who can be bullied. Alphas are curious and eager, disgusted and afraid, and want to possess and conquer.
They are afraid that one day they will be overwhelmed by females and let the females take over. They are unwilling to give females oral sex, let alone please them, simply because it is a castration of their power.
"This is the fault of the inferior genes of human males." Yu Chen stated calmly:
"The great disaster on Earth did not completely erase these perceptions. Even though the genes of the three-sex beasts have been developing for four hundred years, the corresponding perceptions still have not caught up."
Four hundred years might double the rate of technological progress, but that's a tiny amount of time to change the thinking of a population.
"Disgusting." Bai Ling said concisely.
The pale long fingers pinched his jaw, and Bai Ling raised his head following his movements. The mermaid's cold, snake-like pupils saw everything clearly:
"I'm glad you realized this. For the past hundred years, I have always wanted to do one thing. I wanted to cleanse their consciousness."
Unfortunately, it was not fully realized.
This alpha with a soft voice was like a demon in fish skin. He looked gorgeous and graceful on the outside, but in fact, he was already completely corrupted beneath his pale skin with a bluish purple tint. He said in a troubled and bewitching manner:
"We are dealing with a group of old, cunning and extremely united parasites. It is very easy for them to make a comeback. They have a lot of assets overseas and they have many burrows. They can't be wiped out, Bai Ling, we are powerless-"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burst of anger.
"What kind of reason is that?"
"Bang——" The wine glass hit the glass, making a crisp explosion sound.
He also exploded, took out his gun and emptied the magazine into the glass like a madman.
No matter how expensive the glass windows were, they could not withstand such fierce internal firepower and exploded into pieces in mid-air. In an instant, a rush of air rushed in, the atmospheric pressure was unbalanced, and an alarm sounded in the cabin.
A strong wind blew in from the broken hole, and Bai Ling kept coughing due to the cold air from high altitude.
He grabbed the railing, his white hair was blown back, and the military uniform on his body fell off, revealing his hunched, thin, sharp spine that protruded like thorns. He is like a seagull resisting the storm, and like an eagle owl in a blizzard. Perhaps he is every one of them, and every one of them is him.
He gasped violently and turned his head in the red light of danger warning. That look was like the beautiful and cold Yama born in hell. Although he had an extremely cold look, Yu Chen felt pleased when he saw him. His anger was so bright and beautiful.
So alive.
He couldn't help but recall the moment when the bird hit the electric fence. Maybe that was why he fell in love with him. Live so vividly and never give up, making all the numbness hidden under the rules so shameful that they have nowhere to hide.
"...We should kill them all." Bai Ling raised his eyes filled with anger and announced coldly.
The ships tilted and the earth collapsed. In the darkness, a deep smile appeared on the mermaid's stern face.
He has a power to destroy everything.
He doesn't follow the rules, he breaks the rules. And this is what Yu Chen wants.
"I want a list. I don't care about the Colosseum. I just want to kill everyone who participated in it."
He stood opposite to Yu Chen, and behind his calm words was the view of the spaceship that was pitching and falling, ignoring destruction.
The security officer came running in screaming, "This is crazy! This is crazy!!"
The emergency plan was forcibly activated, and the rising iron gate sealed the broken window again.
Yu Chen drank the wine mixed with broken glass in the cup, thinking, heliocentrism was once a heresy, and Bruno was even tied to the gallows and burned at the stake, and every pioneer of an idea was created by a madman.
The world is one giant madhouse, and we are all mad in different ways.
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