Chapter 39 Let's enjoy it. Beat the stink bugs and make them into pickles...
Before leaving, Anna stuffed a bag in her hand.
When you open it, the first thing that catches your eye is a particle gun with plenty of ammunition.
Anna still had the demeanor of a mature beta elder sister, raising her thin eyebrows: "It's very powerful, suitable for the cub."
Bai Ling gave a faint smile.
Anna always calls him bird cub. In addition to training him, she also really treats him as a cub and takes care of him.
Perhaps, the corvids who like to band together to bully others also have a kind side.
There was something else in the bag. Bai Ling pinched the folded cloth in confusion, "Is this... a combat uniform?"
Anna said briefly, "Yes, the captain heard about you and asked me to give him to you."
"His combat uniform is just too small and he has only tried it on once. The material and heat dissipation are both very good. I can find a tailor to make some minor alterations and it should be good enough for the competition."
Bai Ling nodded and said calmly, "Thank him for me."
He had never met the regiment commander before and had only spoken to him once through the radio. The other party confirmed his military background and let him join the regiment. Afterwards, he was allowed as an exception not to be stationed in the club. He only needed to show up at important competitions and win honors for the club.
In short, he is an open-minded person.
Bai Ling climbed up the rattlesnake and set the route. The dark blue mecha took off gracefully, and the red night sky in the blizzard came into view.
According to combat habits, he checked the particle gun in advance. After confirming that everything was correct, he stuffed the gun into the leggings.
Oh, now it seems not to be a plastic cable tie, but an old-fashioned belt.
Bai Ling deliberately stuffed the muzzle of the gun inwards with force, stretching the belt to the point of bursting, and then patted it.
good! It is very strong and a great choice for birds.
His eyes casually swept over the bag, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.
…I forgot to ask what gender the leader is.
Never mind, it's all the same anyway.
Just go back and soak it in laundry detergent for two days to remove the pheromones.
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Gram likes to work in the aircraft carrier.
To use the words of those noble followers, he is an alpha with a strong sense of "ritual". Private ships are not only cleaner than hotels, but are also equipped with a variety of customized facilities.
Such as "eagle-watching room", "confinement room" and "honor room".
Among them, the Honor Room is his favorite place to go. He goes there alone and also likes to take others to visit.
"This purple ribbon was earned by a girl in the army after she blew up a beetle's nest three times."
"On the shelf is the Medal of Defence of the Country, which is quite rare. It belonged to the commander of the Star Team. I forgot his name, but he led the Central Army to escape the black hole. He was even on the news at the time. Now? Hmm, he should be in the sanatorium."
Pavo noticed that there was a medal placed alone in the cover. The pattern was a cross with a flying bird, and around the spread wings was a circle of gold letters with the title of "Outstanding Soldier of the Army" written on it.
Pavo: “Whose is this?”
Ge Lan looked in the direction of the finger, his eyes suddenly filled with gloom, and he said in a deep voice: "It's a bitch."
Everyone fell silent instantly and dared not mention it.
Gram's neck veins bulged, he exhaled slowly, and put on a smug and relieved expression:
"But that little bitch is dead. I put it here to remind myself not to give those omegas the opportunity to take advantage of me again—"
"Major General, the driver you ordered has arrived at the door." Someone came to report.
Gram picked up a whip nonchalantly and wriggled it in his palm: "Let him get on board."
Pavo and his men bowed servilely: "Then we will withdraw. Please enjoy your meal."
Gram nodded arrogantly and prepared to speak.
"Why retreat? Just enjoy yourself here." A voice pierced in coldly.
Pavo pretended to refuse: "Oh, I'm so sorry, if you insist--"
There was dead silence all around. Pavo suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked up and found that the person giving the orders was not Gram at all!
Everyone looked towards the door, only to see a thin man with broad shoulders and a slender waist. His expression was stern as ice, and his fir-like eyebrows were slightly raised, matching his eyes that seemed to have been polished and transparent through the vicissitudes of life, giving him a look of both elegance and coolness.
Excellent.
The Alphas all had the same evaluation in their hearts.
But they soon discovered that the other party was holding a gun.
If a person appears before you with a weapon in hand and a calm face, then there is only one possibility, except that he is crazy.
There was absolutely no intention of leaving anyone alive.
Gram's pupils suddenly contracted. How could it be possible? How could it be possible!
"Bitch, how could you still be alive!"
The other party now looked nothing like the broken and fragile look he had when he was humiliated in the military camp. Instead, he looked radiant, with a slightly flushed face, and full of energy. It was obvious that he had been picked up by someone and had been carefully nursed back to health.
Bai Ling tilted his head slightly and gave a cruel smile: "Surprise, a surprise Thanksgiving gift is here."
"Click", a sound of loading a gun that makes your scalp numb.
Neosted XR, a dual-supply large-caliber shotgun, is the first choice for melee thugs.
The Alphas drew their guns very quickly, but no matter how fast they were, they could not be faster than the Peregrine Falcon with a 3S agility level.
"Protect Major General Ge Lan first! Then shoot at him!" someone shouted fiercely.
The next second, a huge hole appeared in the man's throat, and hot blood gushed out.
It was a mechanical, precise, and high-speed attack, comparable to a robotic arm on an operating table, or like an inorganic cutter in a slaughterhouse. It had no emotions, no pauses, was smooth and exquisite, and required almost no thinking. All muscle movements were conditioned reflexes of highly militarized reaction nerves, so perfect that there was not a single flaw.
One can’t help but wonder if the other side has practiced this 1-on-7 fight countless times.
Gram watched in rage as particles gushed out from the muzzle of the gun. The dark blue particles symbolizing death instantly penetrated the two alphas, then pierced through the medal box behind them, splattering glass everywhere.
"Shoot right, you bastard!"
Gram screamed.
The Alphas had a hard time describing it, as three of them were the second-in-command of the Army's shooting, but they couldn't even trace the outline of this man.
They don't know that the bullet flies very fast, but the peregrine falcon is the fastest in the history of biological evolution. Its eagle-eye vision can slow down the path of the bullet, allowing it to easily avoid attacks at an incredible high-speed rail speed of 398Km/h.
"Damn it, where are the guards? Are they all dead?!"
Bai Ling replied: "Yes."
They are all piled up in the corner.
Gram frantically pressed the alarm button under the desk, which would automatically request help from the Central Army and fire tear gas bombs into space on the spot to buy time to escape.
However, he pressed the button ten times desperately, but there was still no response.
Bai Ling said calmly: "I went to the bathroom to wash my hands before coming in, and disconnected the line by the way. Any other questions?"
The tone is like a robot executing a program.
He sneered secretly. He would not make the same mistake again as he had done to Ge Lan in his previous life.
Gram and the remaining alphas turned pale and showed desperate expressions.
Especially Gram, he had suffered at the hands of the peregrine falcon and knew how terrifying it was to use firearms like a surgical knife to carry out precise harvesting. In the past, he would not dare to get close to the peregrine falcon unless he had three electric shackles tied to its right leg.
"Next." Bai Ling stepped on the leg bone of an alpha and quickly pressed the trigger three times.
Pavo was so frightened that his whole body was shaking. He was just a rich kid who lived off his family's wealth. He had never been in the army or on the battlefield. How could he have seen such a horrific scene?
No, what was scary was not the impenetrable dodging and the experienced harvesting, but the expression of the attacker!
Cold, numb, with lips pursed in a standardized bionic human-like arc, giving people a deep sense of fear like the uncanny valley effect.
Bang, bang, bang!
Treating the alpha as a piece of grass and a pig in a slaughterhouse, Pavo felt as if he was an annoying worm blocking the middle of the road, and the other party was the last wheel he saw before he died.
"Don't worry, I won't kill anyone." Bai Ling changed his chest with one hand and walked over to the alpha's bleeding knee as if nothing had happened.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The only one who was still standing was Ge Lan.
Bai Ling looked at Ge Lan's expression of fear and anger, and smiled morbidly:
"That's the look. Terribly scared of me, but trying to bark like a bug in a swill trough."
"You're the damn bug, bitch!" Gram shot at him wildly.
Bai Ling drew out the Asker Lake Knife and spun it into a steel shield. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. Gram's bullet hit the blade at a speed of 450 meters per second and was reflected back by Teng's flexibility.
"Puff", it sank into Gram's chest.
Bai Ling swung the knife neatly and put it back to his waist.
He likes this way of counterattack that makes people suffer the consequences of their own actions, and it won't dirty his knife.
The ground was filled with incapacitated alphas, half of whom had lost consciousness due to shock and pain. But Bai Ling did not give them a happy ending, nor did he leave immediately.
He came to the control room, started the ship, and searched on the vast route. Finally, his sights focused on one point -
[His Majesty Kaid's flagship, Emperor One]
Emperor One was parked at the Royal Starport outside the edge of the artificial atmosphere, where there was a miniature entertainment venue. Most of the time when the tyrant was not returning to the palace, he would be looking down at the world from heaven, drinking and enjoying himself while holding the beautiful omega.
He called it, "God's enjoyment."
Today is Thanksgiving, and Bai Ling has not yet prepared the handmade gift arranged by O Durban etiquette officer to give to The Great King.
Therefore, in order to show his unique O virtue, he decided to manually set the flight route and give TGK a "big fireworks".
You're welcome.
It takes nearly an hour to fly from the ground to outside the atmosphere.
Bai Ling returned to the [Honor Room] again, raised his head to glance at the three words on the gilded plaque, reached out to grab it, threw it on the ground and crushed it.
He has something more important to do.
Get the medal back.
Not only do we need to take back what belongs to us, but also what belongs to everyone else.
Bai Ling poured a basin of water on Ge Lan to wake him up like a dead dog. He sat on a chair with his long legs crossed. Ge Lan was tied up and thrown on the ground, dying.
Bai Ling collected the scattered medals and asked one by one: "Whose is this?"
“……” Graham turned his head away, grinning and saying nothing.
Bai Ling kicked Pavo awake and ordered, "Do you want to live? Go get some salt from the ship's kitchen."
Gram shouted in fear, "What do you want to do?" Then he turned to Pavo and threatened, "If you dare to go, I will kill you and your whole family will die!"
Bai Ling casually twirled the dagger in his hand, leaned forward and asked with interest: "Do you think he will listen to the words of a man who is destined to die, or to me?"
Pavo was a coward to begin with, so he had no psychological pressure to change sides at the last minute. He quickly fetched the sea salt, with an openly flattering expression on his face:
"My respected omega-sama, how would you like to use it?"
Bai Ling raised his sharp and cold jaw and said, "Apply it on his wound."
Pavo hurriedly did as he was told.
Gram's eyes were filled with bloodshot with pain, and he began to writhe like a worm soaked in salt water. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh it hurts so much. I said, I said, that was Major Donkov from the Army Battalion."
"Yes, Major Tangkov." Bai Ling wrote his name on a piece of paper, wrapped the medal in it, and then took out the next one.
"this."
"Captain Hal of the Navy. Help me, I'm dying, kill me, ahhhh!"
"Well, Captain Hal should be happy."
"And these," Bai Ling smiled coldly, making people shudder, "Tell me all their sources. If you miss one, I'll scrape off a scale from you, swordfish."
Gram vomited a large amount of black blood, and for the first time in his life, his eyes showed a dead look.
When he relied on his privileges to bully officers without any background, he never thought that one day he would be unable to live or die because of these worthless medals.
Bai Ling seemed to be thinking about something, and instructed Pavo: "By the way, we need soy sauce, vinegar, and lemon for marinating, right? Put them all in a basin and let our Major General Ge Lan take a bath."
Glan panted and roared, "You vicious and evil woman! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Bai Ling held his chin up, his expression was cold but innocent:
"In this galaxy, the only one who is qualified to be a ghost and scare people is Isuparaiso."
"You are not qualified."
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