Chapter 63
Deep in the mountains.
Sorim frowned and took the cigarette out of the other person's mouth.
"You're doing so well now, you won't even let me have a cigarette?"
The other party mocked.
This is a remote mountain where insects rarely venture; even a wisp of smoke could alert the Allied forces.
Sorim looked up and said, "I didn't shake off those reconnaissance planes to listen to your complaints."
"You bastard! How dare you say that?"
The female insect was furious, clutching Sorim's clothes, wishing she could devour him alive. But she also knew very well that if it weren't for Sorim's cover, they would have been captured long ago in the Allied forces' thorough search.
"If you hadn't betrayed us, would we have lost so badly?"
Sorim grabbed the female insect's hand and pried it open little by little. The pressure made the female insect's expression turn ugly, and she realized once again the gap between him and Sorim. Sorim sneered: "Aggaga, when you abandoned me and ran away, you never thought I would come back alive."
Agga's expression froze for a moment, and Sorim continued, "But compared to you, I hate the Alliance Bugs even more. Otherwise, do you think you'd still have a chance to smoke with that stinky mouth of yours?"
Sorim searched for a long time before finding a place where the tracker could be temporarily disconnected, and the Zerg Alliance did not fully trust him.
That commander, in particular, is not an easy opponent.
Agga said, "When are you going to get the spaceship ready? I can't stand being in this godforsaken place for another second."
Sorim was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled up his vest. Under his left rib, there was an old scar. Sorim held the corner of his vest in his hand, his right hand flashing coldly as he pulled out a small chip and tossed it to Agga.
Agga took it in his hand, ignoring the blood, and brought it close to his eyes for a closer look. He exclaimed in surprise, "A cutting-edge core? This is a good thing. When did you get it?"
Sorim didn't speak. After Aggaga confirmed that it worked, he couldn't help but say, "This thing is over ten years old, you bastard! You've been planning to leave us for a long time, and you even prepared the insect eggs for the smuggling spaceship? Was it for your little brat?"
Soli, looking like a block of wood, said after a long pause, "It doesn't matter, it's yours now."
Agga put away the chip, turned to leave, then stopped, turned back and smiled: "But Sorim, that place is indeed safe, there isn't a single Alliance bug, right?"
He put his hand on Sorim's shoulder: "Why don't I take your little brat with me? He won't get a good status in the Alliance anyway. Wouldn't it be better for him to live a life of luxury with us?"
Sorim looked at him coldly, and Agga said awkwardly, "Just kidding, but you have to give me some assurance."
Sorim scoffed, “You’re willing to send even your own male insects to their deaths just to save your own life. You’re just a worthless life that you picked up. I’m giving you a chance; take it or leave it.”
"Even if you are captured by the Zerg, you will only be executed by firing squad. Compared to your methods of torturing prisoners, death is nothing to fear. Do you prefer to freeze to death in the mountains in winter?"
Agga's fake smile vanished, and a crimson color gradually spread to the whites of his eyes, clearly indicating extreme anger. However, he couldn't possibly show his displeasure to Sorim; he had nothing left and was being hunted by the Alliance Zerg.
Even if he is a high-level female insect with top-notch hiding skills, he wouldn't dare to dart around under the Alliance's cannons.
Especially the commander of this army, who is a ruthless and infamous female soldier among space pirates.
"All right."
"It seems you and your bug cubs are quite happy being lowly bugs. Don't blame me for not warning you, once you enter the Alliance, you'll be under surveillance for the rest of your lives, living worse than a stink bug."
When Agga saw Sorim's face darken, he immediately jumped down the slope and disappeared in a short while.
Sorim looked around, cleaned up the traces, and then left.
Back at the rendezvous point, a low hum echoed in the air as the four-spinning battle wings slowly descended, creating a wave of air.
Sorim jumped onto the spaceship, shook his head at the person who asked, indicating that he had not found any trace of the thugs here.
"Nothing gained?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Sorim's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged as he looked at the female soldier sitting on the far side, pretending to be asleep while covered by her military uniform.
Junci took off his sunglasses, revealing a refined and handsome face. His gaze at the insect was deep, making Sorim suspect that he might know something. But Fei simply changed his posture and casually granted him leave to go home and visit.
go home.
Sorim paused for a moment.
Standing at his doorstep, he was still reviewing his plans for any oversights. He squinted at the tent, the yard was empty. After a while, a small black dot wrapped in thick blankets came out, carrying a large teapot.
Sorim approached step by step, making no attempt to conceal his footsteps.
The little black dot heard this, and the teapot fell to the ground with a thud. It ran over, and as it got closer, its appearance became clearer. The little brat saw him but didn't speak, its hand gripping his sleeve.
Sorim reached out and ruffled Toto's hair, his gaze sweeping around, from the dilapidated tent to the miscellaneous items. In truth, it was likely that Toto would repeat the same fate until his life withered away.
Such insectoids are born this way, generation after generation.
Toto was suddenly lifted into the air and picked up by Solim. He had clearly grown taller and was a fifteen-year-old insect, but next to Solim, who was nearly two meters tall, he was still only a tiny bit.
"You've lost weight."
Toto was picked up, feeling helpless. His lips were tightly pursed, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. He stammered, "Father, Father has lost weight too."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Sorim's mouth. His deep gray eyes, usually aloof and cold, were like the shadow of steel under the cold moonlight.
At this moment, it resembles an autumn lake, rippling with gentle waves.
A moment later, Solim released him and rubbed his face. When he saw the green badge on Toto's chest, his eyes gradually became deep. He wanted to take it off and throw it far away, but he knew he had no right to do so.
"Father, drink some water."
Toto pulled him into the tent, picked up the teapot, poured water for Solim, took out the stored fruit from the bag, cracked them open one by one, and pushed them in front of his female father.
The charcoal fire was hot, and the wild bean pods were cooked in it, turning into delicious snacks. Sorim watched quietly as the little boy lowered his head to peel the beans, his long eyelashes blinking like little butterflies resting on his cheeks.
He didn't know how to start, but the last trace of resentment was strangely soothed by the lamplight.
As Toto was shelling beans, he felt a hand fall on his head. The hand was warm and rough, rubbing his hair and touching his cheek, as if it couldn't get enough of rubbing.
Toto found it strange. He wanted to look up at his female father, but his female father's hand was pressed down on his head, preventing him from looking up.
The rough palms rubbed Toto's face hard, making his cheeks hurt a little, but Solim didn't say anything to him.
He finished the food Toto had prepared, chewing it slowly and carefully, and then drank the glass of water. Finally, he told Toto to go to sleep.
When Toto woke up the next day, Solim was gone.
Toto felt a little strange, but it was perfectly normal for his female father to go out, so he wasn't too worried.
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