Chapter 81 Now I start from the beginning
Nuhra's words blocked all other irrelevant topics. Bolin tactfully said nothing more, said goodbye and left, leaving only Chris and Nuhra standing face to face.
"It's windy at night, put on your coat." Nuhra handed the coat she had been holding to Chris. He was wearing the same plush coat.
After Nuhra finished speaking, a cold wind blew around, and Chris also felt the damp and cold feeling of the night. He reached out to take the coat from Nuhra's hand, thanked Nuhra, and put on the coat himself.
"How long have you been waiting here?" Considering that they were still in a public place, Chris controlled his urge to get close to Nuhra, and his passionate and sparkling eyes revealed his feelings for Nuhra.
"Not long ago, I took a break from my busy schedule." Nuhra opened the car door and motioned for Chris to get in and sit down. "I'll pick you up and take you back to work overtime together."
Chris originally thought Nuhra was joking, but when he saw Nuhra's half-smile, the smile on his face froze: "Brother, are you kidding me?"
Chris looked devastated, as if he couldn't accept the reality of having to go back to work overtime... Nuhra shook her head helplessly and said, "It's true. A state of emergency has been declared for the entire military this afternoon. Everyone must remain at their posts and be ready to deploy at any time."
After Nuhra's words, Chris could understand. He sighed and asked, "What's the situation now?"
"The special operations team is in place." Nuhra followed Kris into the car. He looked very busy and immediately began to work. "They are on duty on the front lines. If there is any unusual movement, they will form a three-person team to infiltrate the black market."
Chris nodded. He knew Nuhra and the others had already devised a series of countermeasures and were just waiting for the right moment. Chris had spent the entire day battling wave after wave of enemies, so he didn't have the energy to think too much.
With Nuhra beside him, Kris relaxed, closed his eyes, and leaned against Nuhra's shoulder, intending to take a nap. Nuhra, feeling the weight on her shoulders, tilted her head from the terminal, kissed Kris's hair lovingly, and adjusted the vehicle's speed and stability.
Kris was truly tired. Not long after, Nuhra could hear his long, steady breathing. The car drove through the streets of the capital planet, leaving the night behind the windows.
The only sounds in the carriage were Chris's breathing and the subtle sounds of Nuhra touching the terminal, until a rapid ring woke Chris from his sleep.
Nuhra leaned forward, his expression serious as he worked on the terminal's holographic projection screen. At the top of the screen was a reminder for the Seventh Army's emergency assembly. Kris shuddered, fully awake. He vaguely felt the terminal he'd left inside his coat making a sound, and he reached out and pulled it out.
Sure enough, the same urgent alert appeared on Corris's terminal. He acknowledged it, closed the alert, and nervously asked Nuhra, "What's going on? Is there any movement in the black market?"
Nuhra stared at the terminal in front of her, not looking back at Chris, and gestured "quiet." Chris noticed the communication access request on Nuhra's terminal and tactfully shut up, quickly getting himself back to work.
As soon as the communication system was connected, the image of the Seventh Army Headquarters conference room immediately appeared on the terminal screen. Except for half of the senior executives in the front-line teams and the front-line command center, everyone else was in the conference room on high alert.
Nuhra was the first to set the tone and understand the situation: "When was the last time the special operations team reported? Did they carry out the mission according to the pre-planned plan?"
"The last report was over an hour ago, and you confirmed the situation... but according to prior agreement, the special operations team should have met fifteen minutes ago to report on the latest progress." An intelligence analyst from the Seventh Army also looked unhappy as he informed Nuhra of the special operations team's current situation. "Also, we've discovered that all communications signals within the target area have failed. Neither the National Guard nor the Royal Guard can contact their personnel."
After the intelligence officer finished speaking, another military commander immediately said, "The reserve troops have already reached the designated location. Do we need to send someone to break in and rendezvous with them?"
Nuhra made a swift decision: "Keep the reserve troops stationed. Send another team directly to the on-site command center. I'll go with them into the black market... Also, contact the State Council and the military to prepare to activate the emergency response plan."
Upon hearing that Nuhra was going to personally lead the charge, the 7th Army's deputy commander, Nicholas, immediately expressed his disapproval. "Commander Nuhra, I suggest you return to the 7th Army base as soon as possible to take command, rather than personally leading your men into the black market... This is clearly a premeditated trap!"
Chris had been listening silently to the communication between Nuhra and Nicholas. When he heard Nicholas's firm opposition, he couldn't help but glance at Nuhra's expression and realized that Nuhra must go.
Just as Nuhra was about to forcefully issue an order to Nicholas, a reminder tone rang out from Korris's terminal. This time it was not the emergency assembly ring of the Seventh Army, but a text message received only by Korris.
The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Regardless of the awkwardness, Chris opened the terminal and found an anonymous text message:
【■■: Do you want to save your companions? 】
【■■: Come to me with him, you know what I mean...】
【■■：Picture attachment.JPG】
Chris was shocked and forced himself to remain calm as he clicked on the photo sent by the anonymous person. It showed Joan, Margaret, Lauren and Ian... They were all trapped in a giant glass cage and were unconscious.
Anonymous still felt his weight wasn't big enough, so he sent a new text message:
【■■: I forgot to mention that I also gave a big gift to the person you sent in. 】
[■■: If you don't want to kill more people, please come in with Nuhra. This is my last reminder.]
Without wasting a moment, Corris immediately handed the terminal to Nuhra. Nuhra scanned the messages, brimming with reckless intent, and then transferred them to the terminal screen in front of him. His mind was made up: "It's pointless to discuss whether this is a trap. The enemy has learned of our movements through unknown means, threatening the lives of soldiers and innocent civilians... At this moment, my personal safety is insignificant. Even in my absence, I trust you will make the best judgment."
"The Medical Logistics Department must prepare to receive the wounded. The Intelligence Analysis Department must restore communications as quickly as possible, and ensure that no internal information is leaked." Nuhra firmly issued the order. "Nicholas, from now on, command of the Seventh Army will be transferred to you. I will be logging off."
No matter how much Nicholas disagreed, he had to accept the reality. He stood up and saluted solemnly: "I guarantee that the mission will be completed... and I hope you and all the soldiers will return victorious!"
Nuhra finally revealed a smile, although it was fleeting: "I will, and the rest depends on you." There was a kind of confidence in Nuhra's tone that was easy to achieve, as well as a reassuring calmness.
At this point, no further delay was possible. Nuhra ended the call, and everyone began to move according to the plan. Chris understood and changed the vehicle's destination coordinates. The hovercraft switched to flight mode and drove as fast as possible to the black market.
Three hours ago, Joan Davis walked out the gate of Vincent Military Academy and prepared to get on the hovercraft sent by her family to pick her up.
The moment she got into the car, Joan's intuition, which had been cultivated through years of training, told her that something seemed to be wrong - the driver in the front seat kept looking at her through the rearview mirror. Joan had only seen this man a few times and he was a new driver.
This was rude and inappropriate behavior. Qiong looked back at the driver's slightly panicked eyes in the mirror, and he turned his gaze back to the front guiltily.
Joan indifferently pulled out her terminal and nonchalantly activated the real-time location software she had installed. This software would monitor Joan's movements and, if she were in danger, would immediately alert the police and activate the terminal's lock program, preventing any important data from being exposed. It was said that many of the Empire's confidential personnel used this software.
Joan has always been cautious, and some people in her family even think that she has become suspicious, but she always believes that only by being sharp enough can she protect herself. From childhood to adulthood, Joan has seen many people of the same level being taken advantage of and killed for money.
Today's driver was restless, constantly checking the backseat through the rearview mirror. Joan said coldly, "Please drive carefully."
The driver who was named shuddered and replied awkwardly, "Sorry."
Joan frowned and said nothing. Just as she was about to say something, she felt a stabbing pain in her back. She almost subconsciously reached out to touch the chair, but the dizziness that came from nowhere quickly spread... Joan wanted to make a sound, but it felt like her throat was being strangled, and her hands and feet became weak.
Before her vision was completely taken away by the darkness, she used all her strength to press the alarm button on the terminal software... The vehicle that seemed normal on the outside was still driving on the road, and no one could tell what the people in the car had experienced.
Two hours ago, at the front-line command center of the clearing operation, Louis, as the captain of the special operations team, confirmed the arrangements before the official entry with the members of each team.
"Captain, we still can't get through to the inside," the communicator said, pale as he walked into the temporary command post and reported to Louis. "The other two teams have also informed us that they are preparing to begin the assault."
Louis shook his head and rejected the opinions of the National Guard and the Royal Guard: "Let's wait a little longer, at least explain the situation to the headquarters first." Others present also agreed, and the communicator reported the situation of the other two teams and their discussion results to the headquarters, and the headquarters also supported keeping the troops in place.
The Royal Guard and the National Guard did not stop their actions because of the Special Operations Team's opposing opinions. They acted quickly and immediately organized personnel to attack the black market from the corresponding locations.
At this moment, something unexpected happened. Not only was the Seventh Army's insider unable to reconnect, but even the Special Operations Team was unable to contact the outside world. The entire communications network within a ten-kilometer radius of the black market was completely down. Fortunately, the team could still communicate using communicators, but the connection would occasionally drop.
The black market is hidden in the 27th district of the capital star. It is a wasteland with countless secret passages underground. It is an underground city built more than two hundred years ago to prevent the invasion of the Interstellar Alliance. It has been abandoned for a long time now, but it has been used for other purposes by the Institute of Scientific Continuation and transformed into a black market for trading various contraband and even human beings.
Now, the special operations team has three options: first, wait for communication to be restored and then make plans; second, send scouts to find other friendly forces and discuss the next action together; the last one is to take the initiative and organize themselves to enter the black market.
The first one is the most unrealistic and is likely to delay the opportunity to fight; the second one is safe but will also take a lot of time waiting for assembly... The last one, although radical, but according to the current situation, if we do not take the initiative to attack, we can only sit and wait for death.
Time waits for no one. Louis has no time to hesitate. After a long silence, he finally made a decision: "Groups one and two, prepare to follow me to the target location. Groups three and four will serve as reserve. If Groups one and two lose contact and don't respond within half an hour, immediately enter the target location... The reconnaissance team will proceed to the friendly coordinates for assistance. The logistics team will continue to attempt to restore communications. The medical team will be in place as soon as possible."
After saying that, Louis started to put on his equipment without giving anyone a chance to discuss anything, because everyone knew that this was indeed the best way... The scene was a little solemn for a moment, but at least there was something to do.
Louis had almost finished putting on his equipment. He looked at the backs of the people as they dispersed, sighed softly, looked at the general map of the black market again, left the command center, and headed to where the first group was.
Back in the present, at the border of Districts 27 and 26, Nuhra and Kris met up with the reinforcements. Nuhra pressed a button somewhere on the vehicle, and two sets of combat uniforms, complete with equipment and weapons, appeared before them.
Nuhra pointed calmly and said, "Put it on, we'll be going to the battlefield soon." Hearing this, Coris swiftly took off his usual complicated and exquisite military uniform and changed into the combat clothes prepared in advance by Nuhra.
This was the first time that Corris had to put on a complete set of equipment in such an emergency. Even though he thought he was very fast, he was still no match for Nuhra next to him.
After Nuhra put on his boots, Kris was still struggling with them. Nuhra leaned over without hesitation and adjusted Kris's shoelaces: "Okay, get out of the car."
During combat, Chris did not need to follow the etiquette for treating officers. The two of them got out of the car, and the leader of the supporting team walked forward to communicate with Nuhra.
Corris listened carefully, his lower face obscured by a liquid metal mask. Behind his black goggles, he cautiously observed his surroundings. A dozen or so support personnel, including those responsible for logistics and medical care, disembarked from the aircraft.
Kris accidentally caught a glimpse of a vaguely familiar figure in the crowd. Judging from the equipment he was wearing, he must be a medical officer... Wait, medical? A face appeared in Kris's mind. Could it really be that person?
While the commander of the support force turned around to tell others about Nuhra's arrangements, Coris leaned close to Nuhra's ear and roughly told him his guess.
Perhaps sensing the gazes coming from the opposite side, the medical officer shifted uncomfortably, attempting to hide behind the crowd. Nuhra hadn't been so suspicious before, but now, seeing the soldier's actions, her suspicions grew even stronger.
Nuhra spoke to the leading colonel and successfully persuaded him to transfer the strangely familiar medical officer to join them. The colonel, momentarily taken aback by Nuhra's request, quickly regained his businesslike demeanor and turned to his adjutant, who then summoned him.
Nuhra and Corris didn't miss the change in the colonel's expression. They looked at each other and knew in their hearts: even if this medical officer was not the one they expected, there must be something wrong, which is why he was so secretive.
Soon, the medical officer reluctantly came to Coris and Nuhra, saluted half-heartedly, came behind Nuhra, and stood with Coris, switching his feet back and forth, as if something anxious was bothering him.
Without further ado, after Nuhra learned about the specific situation of the supporting team, he sent someone to drive the hovercraft he brought with him into the giant cargo plane for storage. He then took Chris and the newly joined medical officer and boarded the aircraft at the front of the queue.
The passengers on this aircraft are all top-notch soldiers carefully selected from the support team. Although they are not all-round aces like the special operations team, they are also the best soldiers in the Seventh Army... They are divided into four groups and will enter the black market with Nuhra later.
In the desolate and deserted wilderness at night, aircraft flew silently across the sky, and the last participant in this local war finally joined the battlefield.
Having been unconscious in the darkness for so long, Joan had lost track of time. Leaning against a hard, cold piece of glass, and illuminated by the bright, impossible-to-ignore white light overhead, Joan struggled to wake herself from her coma.
Joan was tied firmly in place and unable to move, but her vision was not restricted. There were several friends tied up in the glass cage with her.
Margaret and Ian seemed to have regained consciousness earlier than she did. Seeing the movement coming from Joan's position, they immediately cast eager glances at her. Unfortunately, their mouths were covered tightly, and they couldn't say a word except for breathing. They could only hope to communicate with their eyes.
Joan didn't know why she was kidnapped at first, but when she saw the other unlucky guys, everything became so clear...it was because they were once involved in cases related to Rui Leisi.
Joan looked around as best she could, but couldn't find any sign of Chris. Was this good news or bad? The first few people to wake up were still anxious about how to pass on the message. In the corner, Lauren, who was in the worst physical condition, slowly woke up.
The four of them looked at each other in silence. Were they really going to sit here and wait for death? Qiong's hands, tied behind her back, exerted force secretly, trying to feel the strength of the binding by struggling... Unfortunately, the other party was determined to trap them here to death.
Meanwhile, the Seventh Army's special operations team, led by Louis, finally entered the underground black market through a hidden tunnel. This entrance was located at the edge of the entire underground defense system. The black market did not utilize all the tunnels and underground spaces, but only those close to the center. The dense network of tunnels on the periphery was set with countless traps and mercenaries for protection.
The entry process was smooth. Louis, the leader, stood at the front of the first group, armed and on guard. Their communication with the outside world had fluctuated a few times since entering, but they had managed to maintain communication. They had also successfully dismantled and defused various mines and laser traps along the way, and even knocked out several mercenaries on guard duty, making the journey to this point smooth.
The more this happened, the more Louis dared not relax. The people in the black market were all extremely vicious and cruel. They had long lost their bottom line and acted ruthlessly. How could they let their opponents succeed so easily?
The only sound in the tunnel was the subtle clatter of the team's combat boots. Louis, walking in the front, suddenly heard a slight hissing sound, which seemed to come from a ventilation vent... Louis's face changed, and without thinking too much, he shouted directly: "Everyone, stay hidden and set the gas mask settings to the maximum!"
As soon as Louis finished speaking, a wave of mist exploded in the air. Although they had been prepared in advance, they still accidentally inhaled a small amount of unknown gas.
Everyone in the special operations team had practiced how to deal with this kind of biological and chemical attack and injected themselves with the antidote in time. It was unknown whether the antidote would be effective against this gas of unknown composition.
The most important thing at the moment is not these, but to break out as soon as possible. Louis gritted his teeth and ordered everyone to keep moving forward... After getting here, it would take a lot of time to retreat, and there was no telling whether they would encounter any danger along the way.
Louis and his teammates sprinted through the dim tunnel, feeling a tearing, violent sensation within his body. He took deep breaths beneath his mask, constantly trying to suppress the violent thoughts that constantly roared through his mind, body, and soul...
In the aircraft, Nuhra and Kris sat across from the medical officer who had temporarily joined their group. Since boarding the plane, the medical officer hadn't even looked at Nuhra and the others, his whole demeanor saying, "I'm annoyed."
Corris cleared his throat and asked tentatively, "Lovi, is that you?" As soon as he said the name, the person opposite him froze visibly for a moment and remained silent stubbornly.
Nuhra was now completely certain that this person was Lovey. He said with a headache, "Okay, stop pretending. I won't send you back." Lovey had followed him here, so Nuhra had to admit defeat. He also guessed that Lovey would definitely not be obedient.
Lovey finally opened his mouth to admit his identity: "Yes, it's me, I want to go in with you." He looked much calmer than in the past few days. Even if Nuhra didn't agree, he would cling to Chris and Nuhra and ask them to take him in.
Nuhra scolded angrily: "Do you know what you are doing? Lovey, you are disobeying military orders!" Lovey was scolded by Nuhra like this, and he also stiffened his neck and wanted to fight back.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Chris took the initiative to change the subject: "When we get to the black market, what should we do? Will Dr. Luo follow us all the way to the end?"
Nuhra didn't want to make any unnecessary promises, so she calmed down and said, "Let's talk about it later. The situation inside is not clear yet." Lovey was interrupted and didn't bother to retort.
Seeing his goal accomplished, Kris stopped talking, asked a few questions, and then began adjusting the laser rifle. Nuhra watched Kris's nimble fingers fly over the gun and whispered, "Are you nervous?"
Nuhra's question really surprised Chris. He pretended to be scared as a joke and leaned close to Nuhra's shoulder like a little bird: "Brother, I'm so scared, you must protect me well!"
The other soldiers had the good sense to stay away from the three of them, so only Nuhra, the person involved, and Lowe, who was sitting across from them, saw Corris's affected demeanor. Lowe's mouth twitched, and he moved to another seat in disgust, out of sight, out of mind.
Nuhra looked calm and relaxed. He opened his hands, asked Chris to give him the gun, and helped Chris continue to adjust his gun.
"What's there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is we can just die together." Nuhra shrugged nonchalantly. He slowed down his movements and looked up at Corris's sea-blue eyes, which were shining in the cabin. "Are you willing?"
Chris smiled calmly, took the nearly debugged laser gun back in his hand, and stuffed it back into his tactical belt. He replied in a tone as relaxed and natural as if he were talking about eating and drinking, "Yes, I'm willing to do anything."
Nuhra clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Hmm." He studied Corris's profile for a moment, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to kiss. Does Adjutant have any ideas?"
Chris was amused by the way Nuhra asked for a kiss stealthily: "This is the highlight, it has to come at the end." Nuhra just wanted to tease him, but she had no intention of showing affection in public, so she just smiled and kept this frivolous promise in her heart.
In order to avoid a high-profile landing of aircraft and arouse the enemy's vigilance, the team led by Nuhra decided to arrive at a specific location by airdrop and launch a breakthrough support from multiple points at the same time.
Nuhra stood up first and held out her hand to Corris: "Let's go and do some magic tricks."
Coris firmly grasped Nuhra's hand, and together they walked to the open hatch, looked at each other, and fell together on the wasteland with a sparse moon and stars.
Lovey followed behind, stunned, and cursed: "Hey! Have you two forgotten about me?!" After that, he didn't care about anything else and rushed out of the window, started the portable aircraft, and chased after the excitement-seeking couple in front.
In the center of the underground black market, at the Institute of Scientific Continuation, many researchers are processing their experimental data to prevent it from falling into enemy hands if the imperial army really attacks.
A fully armed mercenary approached Ji Keming and reported the battle situation with a tense face, "We've spotted enemy forces at multiple locations, and reinforcements are arriving continuously. In addition to the several groups we've already observed, we've also seen troops from the Tenth, Thirteenth, and First Armies."
"Why are there so many people?" Ji Keming's situation was clearly beyond his expectations. He asked unhappily, "What's going on? Didn't you and Sered's group set up an ambush in advance?"
"Cered said that you provoked the wrong people... The leader of our mercenary group also said that you shouldn't have kidnapped those students. These kids have some family backgrounds, and their families complained to that dog emperor Clarence, so he sent these troops here..." The mercenary had always been dissatisfied with Ji Keming's pretentious attitude, and naturally he was not very happy that Ming doubted his professional level.
"Got it. Anyway, just make sure Subject Zero and the person next to him get to their designated location." Ji Keming ordered impatiently, "Then kill those students. Now that Subject Zero is here, we don't need them anymore."
The mercenary leader glanced at Ji Keming with disdain and walked off to relay Ji Keming's orders. But he wouldn't follow Ji Keming's instructions completely... If he were to just randomly kill a few of these powerful bastards, given the Imperials' vindictive nature, their mercenary group would have no chance of survival in this universe.
"Hey, those who are guarding the vacuum cage, release the hostages later and send them out safely." The mercenary leader whispered orders in the dark, and the mercenaries guarding Qiong and the others agreed in confusion.
After the call ended, the leader stood there for a while, still feeling uneasy. At this rate, Ji Keming and Sered were probably finished... They were a group of mercenaries who only took money to do the work, and they wouldn't risk their lives!
After much deliberation, he walked out of the large laboratory where Ji Keming was, found the deserted emergency exit, and dialed the internal hotline: "Hey, Boss, I have an idea..."
Chris and Nuhra successfully landed at the designated location. Chris then remembered Lowe: "Hey, Dr. Lowe hasn't come down yet. Should we wait for him?"
Nuhra was removing the disposable flying device from his body and said calmly: "Don't worry, he will be here soon."
As expected, just as Corris finished speaking, Lovi came down from the sky like a flash of lightning, landing not far in front of them and angrily creating a huge crater. "Are you two still human?! What's the point of leaving me behind?"
Chris looked apologetic and was about to apologize when Nuhra suddenly made a hushed gesture. Lovey, who was still roaring in a low voice, was instantly silenced. Chris subconsciously took out the laser gun from his waist. Although Lovey was a military doctor, his combat skills should not be underestimated. He held the gun and looked around vigilantly.
Three shadowy figures slowly emerged from the distant dunes. Someone! Nuhra led them to crouch behind a rock, waiting for their chance to strike. If the three approached, they would kill them without hesitation. If they didn't, they would pretend not to see them, avoiding any potential attack and alerting the enemy.
The three men approached the direction where they were hiding, step by step. Nuhra held his breath and stared, gently placing his finger on the trigger. Nuhra aimed at the man in the center, who was wearing the best equipment.
"One for each of us," Nuhra mouthed, and Corris and Lovi nodded calmly.
These men walked unnoticed into Nuhra's firing range. All was silent, without a breath of wind or light. Nuhra narrowed his eyes and decisively pulled the trigger, firing the first shot! Kris followed closely behind, striking the target in the neck. Lowe's marksmanship was inferior to Kris and Nuhra's, and it took several shots to bring the man to a complete standstill.
"Keep going!" The place where the three people came out was exactly the tunnel door through which Nuhela planned to enter the black market. According to the early intelligence from the insider, this door should not be guarded by anyone. How come these people suddenly appeared?
Nuhra, adhering to the attitude of knowing both the enemy and himself, approached the enemy's bodies cautiously and identified them as mercenaries under Sered... Sered was indeed hiding here.
When they arrived at the tunnel entrance, there was no one guarding it. These three people probably sneaked out to take a walk during patrol. Unexpectedly, they had such bad luck that they ran directly into the guns of Nuhra and others.
Nuhra took Korris and the others to take away all the weapons and some medicines that might be used from the enemy's corpses, including several bottles of golden potions whose ingredients were unknown.
After successfully entering the tunnel entrance, Nuhra and his group met up with the support troops that landed on the other side of the tunnel entrance, and together they walked cautiously deeper into the tunnel.
The air in the glass cage circulates slowly, and staying in it for a long time makes one feel dizzy. In addition, being tied up tightly in an uncomfortable position makes even someone with a strong physique like Qiong break out in cold sweats.
Surrounded by armed mercenaries, the four people in the cage knew very well that they had almost no chance of escaping... unless someone came to rescue them.
Joan closed her eyes and leaned her head against the glass, resting her eyes to conserve her strength. Before she had closed her eyes for long, a commotion came from outside the glass. Someone came and said something to the mercenaries guarding the cage, while looking at them repeatedly.
Before long, the glass cage that had trapped them for hours slowly descended and was recycled underground. They could finally breathe fresh air! Even more bizarrely, under the supervision of another group of mercenaries, Joan and the others were untied one by one.
Joan stood up vigilantly, rubbing her wrists which were sore from the shackles: "What do you mean, are you going to kill us?" She remained calm and rushed towards the bearded mercenary standing in the distance, who looked completely different from these guards at first glance. He was the little leader who was reporting to Zeke at the time.
Margaret and the others were untied and gathered around Joan. The four of them stood together to give each other courage.
Surprisingly, the small leader remained polite in the face of Qiong's questioning: "Classmates, kidnapping you was wrong on our part, but we were also instructed by Ji Keming and Sered to do this... We, the Gilded Mercenaries, always work for money, and we wouldn't risk our lives for it. If we had known your ancestors were so powerful, we wouldn't have dared kidnap you no matter how much money we were offered!"
"Now we know our mistakes and have changed our ways. We will definitely not go along with that gang... Look, haven't we released you? We will escort you out safely and safely later!" The mercenary leader said flatteringly, patting his chest and making a promise.
Joan wasn't interested in the mercenary leader's tearful complaints. She had grasped a key message from his words: "You said you were gilded? Where is your token?"
When the leader saw that there was someone who knew the value of it, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, I'll show it to you. Miss, please come with us quickly! If you go out any later, we will all be dead!" The leader took out his token without hesitation and threw it to Qiong accurately.
Qiong had only seen this kind of logo on the dark web before, and couldn't tell the real thing from the fake. She glanced at it briefly and didn't intend to return it immediately. "Lead the way, I'll give it back to you when we get out."
The identity identification is an important token of the "Gilded" mercenary group. Members of the group use the token to identify each other's identities. Losing the token is equivalent to leaving the team, and members of the group can launch an anti-espionage and cleansing operation against them.
The chief's face darkened and he cursed inwardly, but since the more important thing at hand was to get Qiong and the others out, he had to endure it.
Just as they were about to leave, several cannon shots were heard outside, sending a shower of dust raining down on them. The intruders shouted, "Open the door immediately, everyone inside! Don't resist! We are the Imperial Army. Surrender and you'll survive."
The mercenary reported before the surveillance: "Boss, it seems that the equipment is indeed from the Empire, and it belongs to the Seventh Army."
"Damn it! Enemies always gather together!" The leader was really mad. Not only did he not send away these ancestors inside, but a group of old rivals came from outside. What was going on?
Qiong held the chief's token in her hand, sneered and threatened, "Open the door."
"No!" the leader refused with a fierce look on his face. "If we open the door, they will definitely beat us to death!"
Margaret acted decisively, stumbling over to the monitor and pressing the external PA. "I'm Margaret King. Soldiers of the Seventh Army. We are safe now. It's the Gilded Mercenaries who have voluntarily abandoned the dark side and joined the light side... We'll open the door immediately. Please don't attack each other. We can discuss this! We can discuss this!"
Margaret's words had an effect. The hostility of the Seventh Army soldiers outside the door decreased a little, but they remained alert. "Open the door, we promise not to shoot... but if you don't open the door within a minute, we will continue the artillery fire."
Margaret turned around and looked at the leader. "Mr. Mercenary, please open the door... If you are hesitant, I will pay double the price of this operation and hire you to open the door. Deal?"
The leader already knew Margaret's background. Tempted by money and threatened by the Seventh Army's artillery fire, he had no choice but to agree: "...Open the door."
The door opened, and the two sides did not fire, but instead observed each other's every move. This group of soldiers from the Seventh Army was the special operations team led by Louis. Under the influence of poison gas, they had been losing men and had to find a place to rest.
Louis was relieved to see that the people standing among the mercenaries were indeed Margaret and the others. He was now at the end of his strength, his body functions reaching their limits, his body temperature rising, and he was gasping for breath. His desire to attack was strong, and he was relying entirely on willpower to support him.
Lauren was the only one present who had a medical background. Standing in the crowd, he noticed that some of the soldiers seemed unwell. Concerned, he asked the leading officer, "Are you all okay?"
The leading officer seemed to be suppressing some pain and shook his head vigorously. "We were attacked by... an unknown poison gas on the way here. Uh, we need to rest now."
Speaking of poison gas, one of the people who knew the black market's defenses best was the gilded leader. His face changed, and he obviously knew what kind of poison gas these soldiers had been poisoned by.
Margaret kept looking back and forth at the leader and the Seventh Army officer. She approached the leader and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Mr. Mercenary, it seems you have a solution..."
Margaret had just become the gang's biggest financial backer, and the leader didn't dare lie to her. He could only say, "Oh, we have the antidote, but we need it ourselves. You can see how potent the poison is just by looking at them. If we give the antidote away... what are we going to do?"
"On top of double the commission, I'll give you another double... I'm sure you have more than just your share, right? You also have spares?" Margaret smiled with determination. "Deal?"
"...Queen, I am willing to use my life to make the antidote!" The leader was shocked by Margaret's unfathomable financial resources. He quickly called the mercenaries over and roughly told them Margaret's transaction requirements. When everyone learned that it was so profitable, they went crazy and wanted to give away all the antidotes.
Margaret also told Joan and the others about her deal. Although Ian and Lauren were worried that this was not in compliance with the regulations, they had no choice but to accept it as the situation was urgent.
The mercenaries each took out a bottle of antidote and a portion of spare parts. The leader said respectfully, "That's all we have. Could you please leave some for us?"
Lauren counted the number of soldiers who needed medical treatment on the scene, then took out the corresponding books from the backup box. Faking composure, he said to the mercenaries, "You can take your copies back. The rest in the backup box belongs to us."
This allocation was quite appropriate, and no one objected. Lauren turned and explained the situation to the soldiers. Louis, the leader, volunteered to be the first to receive the injection: "I'll go first... We'll know if there's any problem after the injection."
Despite the tight conditions and the lack of time for disinfection, Lauren found a suitable injection site and immediately injected the captain with the golden antidote. For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the soldier who had received the first injection... After five minutes, Lauren briefly assessed the soldier's physical condition and inquired in detail about Louis's feelings. After confirming that the antidote was indeed effective, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Since the drug was safe, Lauren hurriedly began injecting the antidote into the others one by one. Meanwhile, Louis, the first to receive the antidote, recovered first and approached the mercenary leader, gun in hand, asking, "Did you set up a signal blocker in the tunnel?" A communications member of the special operations team collapsed mid-way, so Louis sent another member to accompany him. The only ones who had arrived were combat personnel.
His tone was clearly wary, clearly not trusting the mercenaries completely. The leader's attitude toward Louis was similar, and he responded coldly, "Yes, I'll be clear upfront. I only know about this, but I don't know where the shield is; that's another group's responsibility."
"What shielding?" Ian, who had been doing nothing nearby, was caught off guard by hearing something related to his profession and quickly came forward.
Louis told Ian about their situation, and Ian laughed when he heard it: "Isn't that a coincidence? I just happen to know a little trick to bypass the signal blocking."
In the wilderness, the command vehicle of the Seventh Army played an intermittent video report from the Special Operations Team. The content was very short, probably about what Louis and his team had experienced in the tunnel, and a precious code, teaching them how to bypass the signal shielding here in a short time and transmit information.
This code was passed on to various command posts in the wilderness, like a spark that eventually turned into a prairie fire... The communicators in each headquarters improved on this code, eventually arriving at the optimal solution, which they transmitted to the temporary signal base station hovering in the wilderness, bypassing the blockade and re-establishing communication... The clarion call for counterattack, in the form of an information stream, was sounded here!
Nuhra, Corris and others were walking in the tunnel. Half an hour ago, they had discovered that the communication system had failed, but they quickly calmed down and continued to follow their original destination, heading towards the large laboratory where Ji Keming was.
The headphones, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly rang with a burst of electricity. Everyone thought the headphones were broken, but the next moment, they heard the voice of their teammates: "Communications restored. Reporting to all operational personnel: First, the Gilded Mercenary Group has declared surrender and will cooperate with all our operations. Please pay attention to friend or foe identification. Second, pay close attention to the possible presence of poisonous gas in the tunnels. In case of danger, immediately evacuate according to the command center's instructions. Third, the vanguard troops near the center of the black market are encountering resistance. Requesting more support..."
Nuhra listened carefully to all the reports and made a decision: "We will go directly to the large laboratory. If we encounter poison gas along the way, those in serious condition will evacuate according to the command of the headquarters!"
He quickened his pace, with Corris following closely behind. The enemies Nuhra and his group had just annihilated had come from this path, so it was probably safer, but they couldn't be careless.
Nuhra had to judge the direction of travel based on the tunnel map on the holographic screen and the actual terrain from time to time - because of the changes in geological conditions over the past two hundred years, coupled with the intentional transformation of the black market group, the entire underground structure has undergone a certain degree of change.
They trotted silently through the tunnel, their footsteps gradually overlapping with those of the group emerging from the other end. Just before they met, they both realized each other's presence, stopped, and approached cautiously. Until they were forced to face each other, Kris screamed, "Joan?! Why did you get out?"
"Admiral?" The leader was none other than Louis. After the special operations team had rested on the spot, they decided to go back and look for their injured teammates. Together with them and several students, they evacuated through a relatively safe secret passage under the guidance of the gilded mercenary. They happened to meet Nuhra and the others who were walking in from this secret passage.
Everyone suppressed their excitement and shock and quickly exchanged information. Louis and his team gave the remaining antidote to Nuhra's team. The two sides were about to continue their actions and passed each other.
Nuhra seemed to remember something and turned around and shouted, "Lovi, go out with them! Help rescue the wounded outside, hurry up!"
Louis didn't expect to hear Lowe's name in such a situation, and suspected for a moment that he had heard it wrong. Didn't he ask Nuhra in advance to transfer Lowe to the rear command post?
Behind Nuhra, Kris saw Lowe's confusion and quickly distanced himself from Lowe: "It was Dr. Lowe who followed us secretly! Sorry, Captain Louis, we didn't stop him."
Louis was furious when he heard this and went over to grab Lovi and started to leave. Lovi had previously insisted on staying with Louis, but now he was unwilling to do so. "No, I'm leaving. What if you get into danger in there?" He struggled to break free from Louis's iron-like grip, but he held on tightly.
"Lieutenant Colonel Lovey, I recognize your spirit, but the injured comrades outside need you more now, you must give orders!" Nuhra frowned, and couldn't wait to end this farce. "Louis, take him away, and the others continue." As soon as Nuhra finished speaking, Lovey was carried directly on Louis' shoulders and prepared to be taken away.
"Wait." The leader of the Gilded Mercenary Group, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. He recognized Nuhra's identity and wanted to do him a favor: "Are you going to the laboratory to find Ji Keming? I know a safe path."
Nuhra glanced at Louis calmly, and Louis nodded. He made a decision and said to the mercenary leader, "I owe you a favor. As long as it's not too much for me, I can help you."
After hearing Nuhra's assurance, the mercenary leader sent him a copy of the latest route map that only they had internally, drew a route for him on it, and gave them the password to the secret door to the laboratory. Nuhra roughly compared it and found that it was indeed more time-saving and labor-saving, so he planned to attack according to the new route.
"Louis, I have one more thing to tell you..." Before leaving, Nuhra called Louis again, and it was unknown what she said to him.
After Nuhra finished speaking, the teams on both sides continued to move non-stop, shuttling through the tunnel, and more and more soldiers, like them, rushed to the middle from all directions of the tunnel, aiming at the black market.
The mercenary's directions were spot-on, and Nuhra and the others approached the laboratory smoothly, eventually arriving at the secret door. Kris stepped forward, his fingers trembling slightly from holding the gun for so long, as he slowly entered the password.
The door opened successfully, but the vast laboratory was completely deserted. Just as they were about to enter, a gloomy and familiar male voice echoed in the empty laboratory: "I have only invited two guests. If you don't want to die, please leave."
Chris looked back and saw that all the other team members except them were aimed at vital points by automatic machine guns from the dark, and a spot of targeted beam was imprinted on their bodies.
Nuhra nodded at them, signaling them to leave. The other team members had no choice but to leave, no matter how reluctant they were. The moment they all left, the secret door was closed.
There were only three of them left in the room. Corris and Nuhra walked up to Ming and the three of them looked at each other.
Ji Keming's face no longer had the kind smile he had when he met Corris last time. Instead, there was a creepy sneer.
"Welcome back, Experiment Zero. We have been together day and night." Ji Keming spoke to Corris in a disgusting and sticky tone, trying to arouse his anger.
Unfortunately, Corris and Nuhra didn't react at all. Ming felt a little disappointed, but he quickly found a new topic: "How about I tell you a story?"
"Once upon a time, there was a medical student from the capital planet. After graduation, he finally got a job at the best pharmaceutical company in the empire. He wanted to develop medicines that would benefit the country and the people, but he was unlucky and happened to encounter a time of political turmoil in the empire, and he lost his job..." Ming spoke to himself, as if he was lost in the memories of his youth.
"A new emperor is about to be born, but he's drifting around the capital planet like a drowned dog, hitting walls everywhere," Ming said, his voice growing more and more excited. What he needed wasn't an audience, but an opportunity to let out all his anger. "Just then, a new medical research institute was recruiting researchers. I joined them, excitedly thinking I'd finally have the chance to show my talents again. Unexpectedly, fate played another trick on me... Turns out they weren't looking for researchers, but experimental subjects."
No one answered, and he continued, "But this researcher was unlucky. He underestimated the devotion of someone who truly wanted to devote themselves to science... I stripped him of everything he had as a researcher and made him my guinea pig."
"This guy couldn't even make it through his first experiment... He's truly unsuited for scientific research." Ming shook his head in disdain, feeling deeply dissatisfied with the researcher. "But he still has some use. He gave me an identity."
So, the "Ji Keming" in front of him was not the real Ji Keming, so who was he? Doubts arose in Corris's heart, but he did not show it. He did not interrupt Ji Keming's long speech, hoping to use this opportunity to delay time and wait for support.
"After that, I followed my unformed idea—human body modification—as a new research direction." Ji Keming's damp gaze lingered on Corris. "Every experiment I conducted failed because the subjects couldn't carry my scientific ideals... But you succeeded, my Subject Zero."
"Every time a new medicine is developed, it works on you; every time any tissue is extracted from your body, you recover quickly... Oh my God, you are simply the best experimental subject, other experimental subjects can't compare to you at all!" As Ji Keming spoke, he stood up, looking very excited.
Nuhra immediately raised his gun and aimed at Ming, and several automatic rifles hidden in the dark that had just been aimed at other teammates were all aimed at Nuhra.
"My story is over... but my experiment has just begun!" Zeke laughed strangely. "Dear Subject Zero, please complete this last experiment for me!"
As he spoke, he raised the button in his hand like a conceited opera singer and pressed it hard. A burst of poisonous gas gushed out from all directions of the large laboratory. The moment Nuhra raised the button, he aimed the gun at Zeke's hand, but the moment he pulled the trigger, hidden guns from all directions also ruthlessly fired bullets at him.
Fortunately, Nuhra dodged in time, and with the help of her gravity shield, she avoided all the bullets without any harm. Even though Nuhra hit Zeke's hand, the scientific researcher still pressed the button despite the pain.
"Goodbye everyone, I will find a chance to come back and collect data... Oh, I forgot to say, the poison gas this time is the latest type of Repulse, the antidote you have is useless, hehe." Under the feet of Zeke was actually an invisible lift, and he was about to use it to escape from the scene.
But things didn't go as Jike expected. The elevator hadn't moved a few steps when it got stuck. Jikeming seemed to realize something and the smile on his face froze.
At this moment, all the doors and vents of the laboratory exploded. Corris seized the opportunity and, under the cover of Nuhra's shooting, suddenly jumped over the laboratory table, pounced on Zeke, and pulled him out viciously.
At the same time, the laboratory was occupied by the imperial army that suddenly appeared. Everyone occupied the advantageous terrain in various parts of the laboratory and pointed their guns at Ji Keming in the center. The situation was completely reversed!
"What?!" Zeke said in panic. He had no idea what went wrong. Like a bewildered child, he looked at Corris, who was clinging to him tightly, and shouted frantically, "Didn't you inhale Rexroth? Didn't you all inhale Rexroth?! And... and I clearly remembered to close the door just now... I'm not like that guy. I always check the equipment before doing an experiment!"
"Let me, a test subject, tell you some truth!" Kris pulled him up, forcing Zeke to look into Kris's dark goggles, but he couldn't see Kris's eyes through the goggles.
"You think you are the most talented person in the world, the most pitiful person in the universe, and the only smart person who has been frustrated since the Big Bang. So you blame the heaven and the earth, fall into the trap of others in a fit of rage, and suffer inhumane treatment. None of this is your fault, really—" Under the brightest incandescent lamp in the center of the laboratory, Corris was like the most severe judge, bringing down divine punishment on this sinner.
"But why would you abandon your moral principles as a human being when you had the chance to start anew? Why would you be so cruel to everyone who has been in the same situation as you, just because you think you are superior and smarter?!"
"I'm telling you, you're not smart, and your ideals were wrong from the start. You're not pitiful either, because I and the others who were used as your experimental subjects and had their flesh cut open by you, one by one, are even more pitiful!"
"Finally, I feel sorry for you because you have never known who you are. When you were down and out, you thought you were a great scientist whose talent was not appreciated; after your identity was taken away, you thought you were Ji Keming." Chris stretched out his other hand and touched the back of Ji Keming's neck.
Ji Keming was already in tears, shaking like a sieve. The more he struggled, the tighter Corris held him, just like the cold white mice he had once treated as experimental subjects. He wailed, "No, no, I am Ji Keming! I am Ji Keming..."
Corris's deafening questions still echoed in the laboratory, counteracting Ji Keming's wails. The expressionless soldiers watched this mental execution in silence, acting like the less enthusiastic spectators in the Colosseum, or the most impartial spectators in the courtroom.
Chris touched a micro device hidden under the collar on Ji Keming's neck. He crushed it hard, and some kind of TV malfunction frequency appeared on Ji Keming's face, and finally returned to normal, revealing his real face, a face that Chris had seen in the Rui Leisi missing persons case.
"No, you are not. You are Terry Jax. You are a sinner. Even if you have met with an accident, your hands are now covered with blood." When Kris touched his camouflage device, Terry's body had already gone limp, and the moment Kris revealed his true identity, he completely turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.
Corris looked down at him condescendingly: "I promised your brother that you must go to see him sober..." After saying that, he turned around mercilessly and let the soldiers who rushed over to see Terry Jax control them.
Nuhra was standing not far away. He put down the gun that had just protected Corris from rushing towards Terry and walked quickly towards him.
After Kris angrily retaliated against Terry, it felt as if a part of his soul had been torn away. Nuhra checked his condition with some concern: "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well, we'll evacuate immediately."
Kris waved his hand weakly, approached Nuhra amid the clamor, and made a harmless little joke: "I'm so tired, the kind of tired I am, I need a kiss from you to make me feel better... We agreed on that on the aircraft."
"Here?" Nuhra raised his eyebrows under the goggles. Now neither of them could see each other's faces and could only hear each other's voices. He couldn't tell whether Corris was sincere or not, but his hand had already touched the button to remove the liquid metal mask.
"...Just kidding." Kris was silent for a moment, then reached out to hold Nuhra's neck, their foreheads touching. "Let's go home and kiss each other as much as we want."
Many people present saw the intimate actions between Nuhra and Corris, but no one disturbed them. Instead, they kindly left them space.
Before the operation began, some people in the black market sensed something was wrong and fled early, while others believed that "fortune and honor are sought in danger" and insisted on staying until the last moment... In any case, all these people were caught.
Sereid originally planned to watch the show from where he was, confident that he could hide the truth and escape successfully this time... But he was caught red-handed by another old rival of his, Admiral Lin Zhe of the Tenth Army. Most of his men were also arrested. The star pirate group "Black Mist" completely disappeared, leaving only "Silver Liu" separated from the original "Black Mist".
Led by the Imperial State Council and in conjunction with the National Guard, they continued to crack down on the "Continuation of Science" Institute, turning the entire empire upside down and finally eradicating the medical group... Researchers in the black market either fled or surrendered themselves, and it was another busy period.
Terry Jax, the mastermind behind the development of the "Reptilian" and his cruel human experiments, was imprisoned in the Empire's most stringent prison. Kris fulfilled his promise and secured a prison visit for Jax and his family.
Afterwards, Tim sent a text message to Chris, but Chris never opened it and had no intention of having any further contact with Tim.
As for the purge of the Empire's high-ranking officials, it was carried out vigorously under the watchful eye of Emperor Clarence, and the Military and Political Supervision Offices were kept busy daily. In the wealthy districts of the Capital Star, where high-ranking officials and nobles gathered, many magnificent and historic villas appeared on the Imperial Municipal Auction System.
The Nar family's old house was also going to be auctioned, and for Nuhra's sake, the city government allowed Chris to go back and pack up some small items. Chris didn't really want to go, but in the end he went back before the city government's auction deadline to pack up the books and clothes in his room.
Intelligent robots shuttled through the cloakroom, loading dozens of clothes into suitcases and packing them away. The bookcases were almost completely empty, leaving only a few decorative items on the top shelves.
These decorations and books belonged to the original owner. Chris felt it was a pity to let all traces of his existence disappear. This was the reason why he finally decided to come back and pack up his things.
When the robotic arm stretched out to reach the small statue on the top layer, it accidentally knocked over the original owner's aircraft model. Corris subconsciously dodged the falling model, and it fell straight to the ground.
Fortunately, the floor of the room was covered with a soft carpet, so the model was not broken into pieces. However, the model's cabin cover was accidentally opened. When Chris squatted down to pick it up, he found a piece of paper folded into a square inside.
In this era of rapid technological development, the usage rate of paper has dropped significantly. Even pens that write with ink on paper are almost extinct... Most people buy paper books as collections and will never open them to read. The original owner is an outlier.
But Corris hadn't imagined that the original owner could write on paper, in addition to reading books. He gently twisted the piece of paper and, for some unknown reason, opened it. It contained what appeared to be several diagrams of flight paths, with no words written on them.
Through the light, Chris saw that there seemed to be writing on the page at the back, so he turned it over and saw a few lines of elegant words:
"My original dream was to be a pilot, because I envied them for being able to fly all kinds of aircraft and soar freely in front of the window where I was trapped... Now, I finally have the opportunity to gain my own freedom through flying!"
"Whoever sees this note, please bless me! Don't be sad. Even if my body is destroyed, my soul has already gained eternal freedom and peace!"
"Krisnar, on the night of December 30, 1048, Star Calendar, stay."
After reading just a few lines, Chris found himself in tears. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind and he tremblingly took out the terminal from his coat. His vision was blurred by tears.
Chris finally found the medical record that changed the fate of both of them:
[Injury Description: Seriously injured in a training aircraft accident, briefly losing vital signs...]
[Date of admission: December 31, 1048, x hour x minute]
Chris clutched the paper tightly, crying uncontrollably. He looked out the window, and just then a military aircraft flew past the window. Chris sincerely wished that man the freedom and peace he wanted.
He cried for who knows how long, but Kris didn't let go of the paper in his hand. He stayed here for too long and hadn't returned home. Nuhra was a little worried, so she called the terminal.
Chris sniffed, refolded the paper, carefully placed it back into the aircraft model, and firmly replaced the model's canopy before answering Nuhra's call.
Chris answered the phone, his voice still nasal from crying. Nuhra, on the other end of the line, immediately grew nervous: "What's wrong, honey? What happened?"
"It's okay," Kris said to Nuhra earnestly, holding the aircraft model in his arms and crying, "Brother, I want to tell you something very important tonight. Don't be angry, and don't be afraid..."
Hearing Corris's voice, Nuhra couldn't say anything harsh. She tried her best to soften her voice, fearing that she would accidentally make Corris even more sad. "Okay, I will never be angry with you, and I won't be afraid of anything you do... Why don't you go home first and talk to me later? I'll pick you up now."
Go home, what a beautiful word... Chris stared blankly at the bright flowers outside the window, and a warm flame rekindled in his heart. He replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you to take me home."
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The author has something to say: The main text is officially finished here! Thank you all for your companionship since June, which lasted for four months, from summer to autumn (although the air conditioning is still required in Guangdong).
This is the first completed novel in my life. When I was a primary school student, I read children's literature and planted the seeds of writing in my heart. With my childish brushstrokes, I described one setting after another. Although these early novels were never completed, they all deepened my love for writing.
When I was in middle school and high school, my teachers would praise me for my good writing. At the same time, the fan fiction I published online also received praise from my fellow enthusiasts... By then, I had the ability to grasp short stories, and my dream of writing a long novel grew stronger.
After entering university, I had more free time, but I still hadn't truly started writing a novel. Everything changed one day in my junior year. After being fired from my part-time job, I felt uncertain about my future career path. Suddenly, I had the idea of writing a novel. Deciding to go all out, I scraped together 10,000 words, wrote an outline following online guides, and had it reviewed and approved by Jinjiang. Fortunately, it passed, giving me the opportunity to fulfill a major dream of mine and meet so many readers.
During the serialization process, I felt very clearly the objective gap in my level. I was driven crazy because I couldn't write a few hundred words for an hour late at night, and I didn't have any drafts or a detailed outline. I was also distressed by the lack of collections, sharp comments from readers, and disappointing profits... Fortunately, all of this was not as good as the joy of completion.
Aside from the remaining extra chapters, this book's journey pretty much ends here. But Kris and Nuhra will continue on their path, and our lives will continue after we finish reading this book... I still want to wish all of us freedom, happiness, health, and prosperity.
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